The Baby That Drove Him Mad

Synopsis

On the day of my grandfather Herbert Simpson's funeral, Claire White, my husband Edward Rivers' secretary, burst into the funeral home in tears, desperately begging me. "Sure, your grandfather was a prominent man, but am I completely worthless? Please, I'm begging you. Show some mercy. Just let me go. Don't force me to get buried along with this old man!" Claire sobbed desperately. Edward flew into a rage and punished me by making me work at the funeral home so I could reflect on my actions. Three months later, he showed up to take me home. When he saw me carefully tending to the body of a departed soul, he gave an approving smile. "Looks like you've finally shaken off that stubborn streak and mellowed out. Come home with me," he said. I simply lowered my eyes to the corpse, with a small, wistful smile on my lips. "Hon, hurry and wake up. Let's go see the spring flowers together, shall we?" Edward's face turned stormy. "I only had you work here for a few months, and you dare talk like I'm dead already?" Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over me, and I hunched over, retching dryly. I guided the cold, stiff hand to my stomach. "Be good, baby. Let Daddy feel you. Don't make Mommy sick, alright?"