After Eight Forced Miscarriages, I Vanished Forever — Novel

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In a world where dreams are crushed and hope feels like a distant memory, she has endured the unthinkable. After eight heart-wrenching miscarriages, the relentless cycle of loss leaves her feeling like a ghost in her own life. Trapped between the expectations of society and the shadows of her own grief, she makes a choice that will change everything: to vanish forever.

But can she truly escape the past? As she embarks on a journey to reclaim her identity, she encounters a cast of characters who challenge her resolve and force her to confront the very emotions she tried to bury. A mysterious stranger with secrets of his own offers her a glimpse of what life could be, but will he be the anchor she needs or another storm to weather?

In a tale woven with heartbreak and resilience, she must navigate the tangled web of her emotions and the stakes keep rising. Will she find the courage to forge a new path, or will the shadows of her past pull her back into despair? As she learns that healing is not linear, the question looms: can she truly find peace after so much loss?

After Eight Forced Miscarriages, I Vanished ForeverChapter 1

Every one of the first eight pregnancies, Cecil Delgado beat me until I hemorrhaged. Every time, it was the manic episodes.

Afterward, he'd kneel in my blood, slapping himself across the face, driving a knife into his own thigh, begging me to forgive him.

I pitied him. I buried the grief of losing child after child and stayed to help him through treatment.

Then came the ninth pregnancy. Cecil didn't go mad.

He peeled an orange, lit a cigarette, and spoke like he was discussing the weather.

"Eight rounds of faking it. I'd say that's enough."

He watched my face go rigid, and smiled.

"The truth is, there was never anything wrong with me."

"Ruby Mercer has leukemia. She needed embryonic stem-cell matches—nothing more."

Vivian Abbott sat nearby flipping through medical files, not even looking up.

"The stem cells extracted from eight dead fetuses were just enough for eight courses of treatment. Ruby finished her last one yesterday. Fully recovered."

Cecil stroked my hair, his voice soft.

"So carry this one to term. Ruby could use a little toy to play with."

I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat. I didn't ask why.