Part 3The Bloodline Report

"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.