I quickly hit my head on the floor, close to his feet, and asked him to stop this madness. But he instead just kicked me on my head.
"Heena!" Mistress caught me quickly. "Stop this, please—ah— honey." She could barely speak because of the pain in her womb from dashing against the floor.
"As soon as that child is born. I will conduct a DNA test and if it is not mine. I will kill it. Remember that." He said and then spat at her face in anger. He started to the exit but stopped by the door. "Also that child will die if it's a she."
Mistress trembled at that statement. Deep down, she already knew it was a girl.
Fortunately, she didn't have a miscarriage as we had predicted. You had to come to this world. It felt like you got a new life from the gods. As if you had a purpose. That day I realised how important you might be that you came back from the doors of death.
