The Husband Who Let His Mistress Curse Our Son
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Three weeks after my son's death, I found the blood-stained cloth doll meant to "ward off disaster" with his name stitched on it.
Right there, in the hands of my husband's mistress, who was giggling as she idly toyed with it.
"The psychic said my life force was too weak to keep the baby, and that I needed a substitute to take the curse."
"I only sewed Leo's name into the doll. I never imagined... he would actually get sick and die."
"Declan, do you think Leo traded his life for our baby's?"
Through the crack in the door, the same man who had sobbed until he passed out at the funeral was gently stroking his lover's belly. "He was just unlucky. As long as our baby is safe, that's all that matters."
I turned away, pulled up the invitation for Chief Medical Examiner from the International Criminal Court in The Hague that I had shelved for a month, and hit accept.
Right there, in the hands of my husband's mistress, who was giggling as she idly toyed with it.
"The psychic said my life force was too weak to keep the baby, and that I needed a substitute to take the curse."
"I only sewed Leo's name into the doll. I never imagined... he would actually get sick and die."
"Declan, do you think Leo traded his life for our baby's?"
Through the crack in the door, the same man who had sobbed until he passed out at the funeral was gently stroking his lover's belly. "He was just unlucky. As long as our baby is safe, that's all that matters."
I turned away, pulled up the invitation for Chief Medical Examiner from the International Criminal Court in The Hague that I had shelved for a month, and hit accept.


































