The Demon in My Womb

The day my prenatal screening report came out, I heard a voice inside my belly.

[Mommy, Daddy is going to divorce you the second you give birth to me!]

[His true love is infertile, so all these years he just used you as an incubator to get a son. As soon as I'm out, he's running off with her!]

I believed it without a shadow of a doubt and adamantly filed for divorce.

For nine long months, I took care of my pregnancy alone, determined to raise the child by myself. But on delivery day, everything went horribly wrong.

The doctor said the baby was dangerously premature and severely breeched.