Liked His Baby Bomb, Then Buried Him

Synopsis

I'd just finished recovering from giving birth when my husband, Charles, made a sudden post online. The photo showed his hand resting gently on Winona's stomach, with the caption: [This is where our legacy continues.] I immediately called a press conference and revealed that Charles and I had been secretly married for years. Winona couldn't take the endless gossip and rumors anymore. She fell into depression and eventually took her own life by jumping off a building. Charles came back to our family like nothing ever happened, and never spoke of Winona again. I thought that would be the end of it. But then, at our son's first birthday party, Charles blocked every exit and ignited a gas canister right there. He shouted, "You can all go die with Winona. "If you had just accepted her and our child, she'd still be here. Every last one of you deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Charles announced that Winona was pregnant. This time, I liked his post.