MY HUSBAND HIT ME IN THE HOSPITAL RIGHT AFTER I GAVE BIRTH… BUT I NEVER EXPECTED THE REVENGE THAT FOLLOWED

Six months ago, the kitchen of the house smelled of refried beans and freshly made tortillas. Camila, then three months pregnant, prepared dinner while waiting for Ricardo to return from his job at the construction company. His hands caressed her small belly tenderly.

“Daddy is almost here, little one,” she whispered to the baby who was not yet born.

The door slammed violently. Ricardo stormed in, his face flushed with alcohol and fury.

“Where’s my dinner?” He shouted, throwing his construction helmet to the ground.

“It’s ready, my love. I’m just heating the tortillas,” Camila replied, nervously.

“Three hours waiting. I work like a donkey and you can’t have a simple meal ready.

Camila ran to the stove. But in his haste he stumbled slightly, spilling some sauce on the floor. Ricardo took her arm with brutal force.

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