The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life

From the back cover

In a dilapidated warehouse, my husband brutally cut open my abdomen to extract the fetus.

All for the sake of obtaining bone marrow from our child to save the life of the son he had with his mistress.

"Honey, I'm begging you, don't hurt the baby," I pleaded with him.

"Arina, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Just a little while, and you'll be free,".

Just when I was on the verge of giving up all hope, the sound of approaching help reached my ears.

I felt a glimmer of joy, thinking I was finally going to escape this nightmarish hell.

But then, in an instant, there was a sharp "Puff!"

It was the sound of a dagger slicing through my belly.

There was a deep gash in my abdomen, and blood was gushing out profusely.

"Ah! My baby!"

"How could you be so cruel?" I stared in disbelief at my best friend standing before me.

"Arina, you have to die today..."