I got pregnant the first night we met.
It was my wedding night...
But he wasn't my fiancé.
What happened was this:
My family made me marry a monster.
I ran from my wedding...
Into the arms of another man.
I thought he was my savior.
But I was wrong.
He was just the beginning of the real nightmare.
After it happened, I tried to run from him, too.
And for one year, I thought I'd gotten away.
But then reality came crashing in.
He's back on my doorstep now.
And he's already furious.
Just wait until he finds out about our baby.