My Husband Stopped My Labor for Her Son Novel

Debbie's baby has to come first," he said coldly. "She has nothing. You already have my love. The fortune should go to her child. The cold will slow your labor. Wait until it's your turn to give birth." The pain was unbearable. I collapsed, sobbing, pleading for the hospital. He kicked me down. "I know your game," he snarled. "You're trying to deliver early and steal the inheritance. You'd risk our baby's life for money? Shameless." I could barely speak. "The baby's coming. I swear we don't want the money-I'll sign anything.

Please, just save our child." He shook me off and left without looking back. Hours later, holding her newborn, he finally remembered me. But my baby and I already froze to death. Chapter 1 When I was eight months pregnant, a wave of violent contractions hit me. I begged my husband, Calvin Finley, to take me to the hospital. But he refused, because his widowed sister-in-law was also giving birth that day. To keep my child from being born first and becoming the first grandchild of the Finley family, Calvin locked me inside an industrial freezer kept at minus twenty degrees Celsius.

"Debbie's baby has to come first," he said coldly. "She has nothing, while you already have all my love. The family inheritance should go to her child. "The cold will slow your labor. Wait until it's your turn to give birth." The contractions tore through me until I felt like my body was splitting apart. I dropped to my knees, begging him to take me to the hospital. But he kicked me to the ground. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing," he snapped. "You want to give birth early and fight for my father's inheritance, don't you?

"Bonita, I can't believe how low you'd sink-risking your child's health just to compete with her? Have some shame." My voice trembled as I tried to explain. "My due date is in these few days. The baby could come any minute. I swear, we won't fight for the inheritance-I can write a statement! Please, Calvin... I just want the baby safe." He yanked his trouser leg free from my grip with a sharp jerk and scoffed. "You're full of schemes. Who knows what tricks you're planning? As the father, I want this baby to be safe, too.

After Debbie delivers, I'll come back for you." He only remembered my existence when he saw Debbie holding her newborn. He told his secretary to bring me to the hospital. But the secretary trembled as he spoke. "Mrs. Finley and the baby... They're both... gone." *** I had clawed my way to the freezer door just before it locked. My fingers were crushed in the gap-the sound of my bones snapping was horrifyingly clear. The pain, combined with the contractions, forced a scream out of me. But Calvin, thrilled by Debbie's delivery, heard nothing. Warm liquid spilled down my legs.

The baby was coming. Terror washed over me. I forced myself to stay conscious and reached for my phone. But Calvin actually removed the SIM card! Then he kicked my belly hard. The blow made my abdomen lurch violently, the baby twisting inside as if trying to break free. I didn't know if I was soaked in sweat or blood. My fingers brushed against icy shards-amniotic fluid, frozen solid. But I still screamed with all my strength. Even the smallest chance of rescue-I couldn't give it up. Finally, footsteps approached outside. I shouted hoarsely, "Help! I'm locked in the freezer!

I'm about to give birth!" I repeated it over and over, thinking I was finally saved. But then I heard a familiar voice. "Serves you right, Bonita. Calvin should have put you in your place a long time ago!" It was Rosie Finley, his sister. I forced myself to speak clearly. "Rose, get me out. I'm in labor-this is real. It can't wait!" She flew into a rage, kicking the door, her voice jarring. "You want me to let you out so you can ruin Debbie's delivery? Calvin told me to watch you. "Stop causing trouble. Calvin already has a lot on his plate.

"Our family's money goes to the one who deserves it-not someone like you!" A contraction stabbed through me, and I screamed. Gasping, I promised, "I won't want a single cent from your family. Tell Calvin-just let me out. I'll stay away from your family forever." My crying only annoyed her. "Shut up! Stop shouting!" she snapped, her voice filled with disgust. "One more sound and I'll have someone shut you up for good!" Then she made a call. The freezing air and the pain were unbearable. "Yeah, don't worry, Calvin. She's not going anywhere." Hearing his voice gave me a sliver of hope.

I mustered all my remaining strength and shouted. "Calvin! I'm in labor! Tell Rose to take me to the hospital!" The immense pain made me shout uncontrollably. Rosie hesitated. "Calvin..." she said in a small voice, "she might really be in labor. It sounds real. "Maybe I should take her. This is your only child-what if something happens?" Calvin paused, as if considering it. Then his tone softened. "Take her-" Just then, a delicate woman's voice came through. "Cal, I want pizza. The doctor says I need food for energy. "Is Bonnie about to give birth, too?

Don't worry-giving birth doesn't hurt at all. I don't feel anything. Believe it or not, I can even dance for you right now. I'm sure Bonnie feels the same." Of course, Debbie Tanner-Calvin's widowed sister-in-law-wouldn't be in pain. Calvin had placed her in a private hospital suite costing 25,000 dollars a day. She has been well taken care of. admin