I was four months pregnant when my OB-GYN husband, Alex, accompanied me to pick up the prenatal screening report. The smile on his face froze the instant he saw the results. Without a word of explanation, he dragged me toward the appointment desk to schedule an abortion. I stood there, stunned. The attending doctor had just told us the fetus was perfectly healthy! I wrenched my hand free and demanded, "Why? Why do I need an abortion?" He didn't answer. He had already booked the D&C procedure on his phone. Seeing I was about to run, he gripped my arm tight enough to bruise. "This child absolutely cannot be born!" Protecting my belly, I frantically dialed my parents, who were also prominent OB-GYNs. When they arrived, my father—who had always doted on me—raised his fist as if to punch me right in the stomach. My mother looked horrified, shaking her head frantically. "No, we can't do it like this." "Find a few men. Lock them in a room with Sarah." I didn't understand why they wanted to dispose of my child—and me—in such a brutal way. I tried to flee. But they overpowered me and threw me into a dark basement room. When I saw the blood running down my legs, I knew my baby was gone. My mother came to pick me up, smiling as if nothing had happened. I screamed at her, begging to know why they did this to me. She didn't answer. She turned around and had me committed to a psychiatric ward. I was tortured to death in that hospital. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we went to pick up the report. ... 1 "Honey, this is our first baby. I can't wait to meet him." Alex looked at me, his face beaming with joy. "Come on, let's go. The clinic gets busy." Hearing Alex’s voice, I snapped back to reality. My hand instinctively went to my slightly protruding lower abdomen. I was pregnant. I was back. In my previous life, Alex had been the perfect expectant father. He bought something new for the nursery every day and had a list of a hundred names. Since he worked at the hospital where I was getting my care, he always made time to be there. At four months, we went for the standard genetic screening. The doctor told us the fetus was healthy and ruled out Down syndrome. Alex, being a doctor himself, took a look at the detailed report. That was when his smile vanished, replaced by a look of pure terror. Without explaining, he grabbed my wrist and tried to force me into surgery. "Alex, the baby is fine! Why are you doing this?" I had screamed, pulling away. He ignored me, his breathing jagged, eyes bloodshot. "Sarah, this child cannot exist!" Terrified, I had messaged my parents. When they arrived, instead of saving me, they made it worse. My father punched Alex in the face, demanding to know why he wanted to terminate a healthy pregnancy. Alex didn't speak. He just handed the report to my father. The moment my father saw it, his anger turned into horror. His hands shook as he held the paper. 2 My father raised his fist, aiming directly at my pregnant belly. My mother threw herself in front of me, taking the blow. "Are you crazy?" she screamed. "That's your grandchild in there!" Father let out a cold laugh and shoved the report into Mother's hands. My mother, who had just been protecting me, looked at the paper and turned pale as a ghost. She shoved me away from her like I was contagious, shaking her head violently. "No... no, this can't happen." I realized the problem was in that report. "Mom, what is it? What's wrong with my baby?" She ignored me. She grabbed my father’s arm. "We can't do it here. It's too public. I have an idea." "Get some men. Put them in a room with Sarah." I stood frozen, a chill running down my spine. Why did that piece of paper turn my loving family into monsters? I tried to run, but my father caught me. They gagged me, threw me into a van, and locked me in a windowless room with five naked men. I banged on the door until my hands bled. No one came. The men dragged me to the floor. When I fought, they beat me. My child became nothing more than a pool of dried blood on the concrete floor. A week later, my parents and Alex came to get me. "Let's go home, Sarah," my mother said, smiling sweetly. 3 "Why?" I had screamed at her, hysterical. "Why did you do this to me?" My mother’s smile vanished. My father slapped me across the face. "Ungrateful slut!" Then, my mother looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Sarah is confused. Take her to the asylum." Inside the institution, Alex paid the orderlies to make my life hell. The husband who once adored me wanted me dead. Three months later, I died in agony. And I still didn't know why. Now, standing in the hospital lobby, the old fear washed over me. I took a deep breath, hand on my belly. This time, I had to find out the truth. I made sure to grab the report first. Even after the attending physician said everything was fine, I held onto the folder tight. As long as Alex didn't see it, I thought I’d be safe. But as we walked out, Alex held out his hand. "Let me see the report, babe." My heart skipped a beat. I forced a smile. "Why? You heard the doctor. We’re both healthy." "I'm the father, and I'm a doctor," he laughed. "It's normal for me to want to see the details." "I trust your colleague," I said, tucking the report into my purse. "I'm not showing you today. Keep the mystery alive." Alex thought I was just being playful. "Okay, fine. As long as you feel good." "I need to use the restroom," I said, clutching my bag. "Then we can go home." I rushed to the bathroom. I needed to read every line of that document in private. I had glanced at it earlier, but I hadn't seen anything obvious. But when I opened my bag in the stall, my heart stopped. The report was gone. 4 I panicked and ran out of the bathroom. Down the hall, I saw Alex. His face was ash white. He was holding the report. He saw me. He started walking toward me, fast. I tried to turn and run, but he caught my arm. His grip was iron. "Sarah," he hissed, eyes bloodshot. "This child cannot stay. We are doing the surgery. Now." It was happening again. The transformation from loving husband to executioner. But this time, I wasn't going to be dragged away quietly. "Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "He's trying to kill my baby!" The hallway was crowded. Immediately, people turned to look. Alex gritted his teeth. "Shut up, bitch!" I dropped to my knees, clinging to his leg, making a scene. "Alex, the doctor said the baby is healthy! Why are you forcing me to get an abortion?" A large man stepped in, shoving Alex back. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?" "My god," a woman gasped. "The baby is healthy and he wants to terminate it? Does he not want to pay child support?" "Forcing a woman to abort is illegal! Someone call the police!" Alex was hyperventilating. He looked at me with pure hatred, but surrounded by a hostile crowd, he couldn't drag me away. Then, he smiled. A twisted, cruel smile. He pulled out his phone and called my parents. When they arrived, they saw us surrounded. My mother rushed to hug me, acting the concerned grandmother. The crowd explained what happened. My father, furious, raised his hand to slap Alex. But before the blow landed, Alex held up the report. "Dad, don't look!" I lunged forward. Too late. My father snatched the paper. I saw his eyes widen. The pupils trembled. "Dad?" I whispered. He looked at me. His eyes were red with rage. He slapped me across the face so hard I tasted blood.
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