I kept recording. And I listened as the two men calmly discussed how they planned to make my death look like nothing more than a tragic childbirth complication.
Once they finally left the room, I immediately forwarded the recording to three places.
My attorney. My private cloud account. And my older brother, Lucas. Then I sent Lucas one short message.
If anything happens to me or my baby tomorrow, take this recording straight to the police.
He called me immediately. I declined the call. I couldn’t risk Nathan hearing my phone.
Twenty minutes later, my husband returned to the room. He leaned over the bed, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “Tomorrow, everything changes.”
I kept my eyes closed. Inside, I almost smiled. “Yes,” I thought. “It does.”
But not in the way you planned. Because by the next morning, Nathan still believed I was walking into that delivery room completely unaware of what he had arranged.
He had no idea I had already started turning his own plan against him.
And when karma finally caught up with him… It happened before he ever saw it coming.
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