Pregnant With My Super–Husband’s Child
My husband, Ethan Stone, has genetically enhanced abilities.
Because I saved his life once, he became obsessed with me, chasing me
relentlessly for three years. In his quest to have me, he even drove his car
into my childhood boyfriend, Mark Dawson, crippling him for life. Then he
threatened to kill my whole family unless I married him.
In our seven years of marriage, Ethan’s obsession has only grown more
intense. He implanted a tracking chip in my body to monitor me constantly, limiting every inch of my freedom. But he showers me with a sick kind of
affection, bending over backward to give me whatever I want.
Once, when his mother Loretta Stone pointed her finger at me during an
argument, Ethan broke her finger without a second thought. Another time,
when his sister Diana Stone’s children disturbed my nap, he kicked them out
of our house–cutting all ties with them in the process.
When I refused to give him a child with his enhanced genes, he poured his entire fortune into developing gene–editing technology to create a “healthy
baby” I would agree to carry.
But on the very day I found out I was pregnant, Loretta stormed into Stone
Manor with a group of her friends. She accused me of cheating, claiming that I was pregnant with another man’s child. And as I fought to defend myself, they beat me mercilessly until I lost my baby.
Just as I was fading from consciousness, Ethan arrived.
Loretta brandished a doctored video, sneering as she showed it to him. “Son, your wife’s a cheater! She’s carrying some other man’s bastard! Look at the evidence for yourself!”
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Staring down at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, I was lost in thought. Ethan and I had been entangled for nearly a decade.
Now, with a baby on the way, maybe it was time to give in. He might be a mad dog, but I was the one holding the leash.
With that resolve, I snapped a picture of the test and sent it to Ethan, who was on a business trip out of town. Minutes later, shouts erupted from downstairs.
Peering through the window, I saw her–Loretta Stone, my mother–in–law, whom I hadn’t seen in ages. She marched toward the house, her gray–haired posse of friends trailing behind, muttering under their breath.
“Such a disgrace to the family!”
“Ladies, if it weren’t so serious, would we be exposing such shame?”
“I don’t care if it ruins my reputation today. I’ll tear that cheating witch apart!”
I listened for a second before losing interest. Ever since Ethan married me, Loretta had believed I’d “stolen” her son. Her bitterness simmered beneath the surface until Ethan finally snapped one day and broke her finger, kicking her out. Our relationship was as toxic as it got.
Moments later, I heard the doorbell. Glancing at the clock, I thought, It’s only 9 a.m. Why is Mrs. Peggy Hayes, the housekeeper, here so early?
Confused, I opened the door–and Loretta barged in with her gang of
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Loretta raised her crooked finger toward me and announced, “Look, everyone–there’s the evil daughter–in–law! She convinced my son to break my finger right after they got married!”
“And she kicked me and my grandson out of the house, severing ties with
us!” she continued.
I raised an eyebrow and told her, “This is my home. Leave, all of you.”
But before I could close the door, Loretta slapped me across the face.
“You ungrateful little tramp! My son gave you everything, and you go around cheating on him, making a fool out of him!”
A sharp sting spread across my face as my head spun. Since marrying Ethan, even a slight push from someone would send him into a rage, beating …at person senseless. If he knew Loretta hit me today, she’d be lucky to walk out unharmed.
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To avoid a family catastrophe, I bit back my fury and said, “Leave now, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”
Though Ethan was gentle around me, he was a ruthless force to anyone
else.
But Loretta wasn’t having any of it. She yanked my hair, hissing, “Nervous, are you? If you had the guts to cheat, then you better be ready to face the consequences.”
I yanked myself free, glaring. “Accusing me of cheating? Do you remember why your finger’s broken?”
