His expression didn't change as he held out the surgical consent form. "Be good. I promise, you'll always be Mrs. Sanchez. No one will ever come above you."
I looked at him, long and hard, then turned and stumbled toward the operating room. "Don't bother with promises." "Dennis Sanchez, I hope you never regret the decision you made today."
What he didn't know was that I was the only woman on this earth capable of bearing a child for him. He had necrospermia. Without me, his bloodline ended.
……
I didn't wake up until three days later.
The first words I heard were:
"Mr. Sanchez, what you did this time was extremely reckless. Forcing the termination of an eight-month fetus was dangerous enough, but demanding a hysterectomy at the same time? Your wife very nearly bled out on the table."
Dennis's voice came back, indifferent.
"I promised Beryl I'd only ever have one child in this lifetime, and that child would be hers and mine. The safest way to guarantee that was to have Veronica Pruitt's uterus removed so she could never conceive again."
His gaze swept across the room and landed directly on mine.