At six in the morning, my mother-in-law stormed into my house demanding the 8 million dollars I had received from selling my mother’s apartment. Then, my husband told me, with complete calm, that they had already decided to use my inheritance to pay off his brother's debts. I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I simply let them believe they had won...

I screamed in terror and kicked wildly at the hand gripping my ankle.

"Camila, stop kicking, it is me!" a familiar voice desperately whispered.

I looked down and saw Sebastian, my worthless brother-in-law, standing on the edge of the garage roof.

"Let go of me, you piece of garbage!" I yelled, pulling my leg free.

"I came to help you escape!" Sebastian pleaded, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Marcus and my mother went completely crazy, and I never wanted anyone to get hurt."

I stared at him, absolutely refusing to believe a single word coming from his mouth.

"You are the reason these men are in my house!" I reminded him angrily.

"I know, and I am incredibly sorry, but I can get you out of here safely right now," Sebastian insisted.

He pointed toward his rusty sedan parked secretly in the alleyway behind our fence.

"Climb down the trellis and get into my car," he instructed urgently.

I heard the heavy oak door of my bedroom begin to splinter and crack under the intruder's violent kicks.

I had no other choice but to trust the man who started this entire disaster.

I carefully climbed down the wooden trellis and dropped onto the soft grass of the backyard.

Sebastian climbed down right behind me and guided me swiftly through the back gate.

We jumped into his car, and he immediately sped away into the early morning fog.

I slumped into the passenger seat, gasping for air as we left my neighborhood behind.

"Thank you, Sebastian," I whispered, finally feeling a tiny sliver of hope.

Sebastian kept his eyes fixed strictly on the dark road ahead.

"Do not thank me yet, Camila," he said in a strange, hollow tone.

When my newborn 'passed away,' my mother-in-law leaned in and said

My Husband Left Me Alone in My Car While I Was in Labor

“You’re Dead When We Get Home,” He Snapped

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a suppressed handgun, aiming it directly at my chest.

"Marcus promised me one million dollars if I brought you to the warehouse alive."

Chapter 4 - The Traitor in the Dark