Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

I was in the hospital restroom when I overheard my husband, Arthur Miller, flirting with his mistress, Vivian Coleman.

"Arthur, I've waited too long. You can't make me wait any longer. Hurry up and divorce her."

"Don't worry, Vivian. I won't let you down."

I struggled to keep my cool and not burst out to confront them.

A few days ago, Arthur took me on a trip to a nearby tourist town. He picked a bed and breakfast built into the hillside with beautiful scenery.

In the afternoons, I usually napped a lot because of my pregnancy. I didn't want to go for a walk, but he insisted. He said there was a church nearby where praying supposedly helped pregnant women have smooth deliveries and brought blessings.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

As we walked, the path got more remote. I wanted to turn back because I was exhausted, but Arthur kept urging me to keep up. He walked faster and faster until I could barely see him. I could only faintly hear him telling me to hurry. There was a steep slope ahead, and I got scared. I called out to him several times but got no response. I tried to psych myself up and started climbing, holding onto a tree.

As it got darker, my hand slipped, and I fell into the woods, feeling pain all over. I rolled down and briefly lost consciousness. My last memory was seeing faint flashlight beams and hearing voices calling out. When I woke up, I was in the town's hospital, the smell of disinfectant in the air. Arthur wasn't there.

Ignoring the pain, I got up and noticed my belly was flat. My baby was gone. I heard Arthur on the phone, saying, "We can rest easy now. Her baby is gone. I personally performed the abortion."

I grabbed the nearest curtain to steady myself, trying not to collapse. Arthur noticed the movement and hung up, glancing towards the window. I hid behind the curtain, barely breathing.

Hearing his footsteps, I knew he was coming back. I quickly returned to bed, pretending to be unconscious. Soon, I felt him standing beside me, just staring. I could feel his intense gaze and breathing. I didn't dare move, trying to control my heart rate. I hadn't figured out how to face this monster.

Cold sweat soaked the bedsheet. I don't know how long it took before I heard the door close. He had left.

I opened my eyes, thinking, 'I have to escape. I can't stay here with the man who killed my child.'

Ignoring my weakness, I grabbed my phone and ran out.

Outside, it was still dark. The streetlights were dim. I ran along the forest path, desperate to get away from that monster.

I was terrified, afraid Arthur would notice my absence and come after me. I couldn't fight him now. If he caught me, my fate would be dire.