Force me to get an abortion

When I was four months pregnant, my husband Titus Frazier, a gynecologist, accompanied me to pick up my prenatal test results. The moment he saw the report, his smile froze instantly, and he forcibly dragged me toward getting an abortion. I stood there stunned. The attending physician had just told us the fetus was perfectly healthy. I broke free from his grip and demanded, “Why do you want me to have an abortion?” He didn’t answer and had already started booking an abortion procedure for me. Seeing that I was about to run, he gripped my arm tightly: “This child absolutely cannot be kept!” I protected my belly and quickly called my parents, who were also gynecologists. My father, who had always doted on me, raised his fist to strike my belly. My mother’s face turned pale with horror as she shook her head frantically: “No. Find some men and lock them in a room with Selena.” I couldn’t understand why they wanted to get rid of my child this way. I tried to escape, but they still locked me in a dark room. Watching the blood flow from my lower body, I knew my child was gone. My mother came to pick me up with a smile. I desperately questioned why they had treated me this way. She didn’t answer and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. I was tortured to death in the hospital. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn, back to the day we were supposed to pick up the prenatal test results. ***** Titus smiled at me: “Honey, this is our first child. I’m really looking forward to the day he’s born. Let’s go, the hospital will get crowded later.” Hearing Titus’s urging, I snapped back to reality. Feeling my slightly rounded belly, I confirmed that I had indeed been reborn, back to the day we were going to the hospital to get the prenatal test results. In my previous life, ever since I got pregnant, Titus had been extraordinarily careful in taking care of me. Every day he would buy something new for the child, and he had even chosen over a hundred names. The hospital where I had my prenatal checkups was where he worked, and he would always take time off to accompany me to the appointments. Titus made no effort to hide his anticipation and love for this child. When I was four months pregnant, we went to the hospital for a routine checkup as usual. The attending physician informed us that the fetus was very healthy and ruled out the possibility of Down syndrome. Titus, being a gynecologist himself, also glanced at the report. But his smile immediately froze, and his face showed horror. He immediately grabbed my hand, wanting to book an abortion procedure. I stood there in bewilderment and shook off his hand: “Titus, isn’t the baby fine? Why do you want me to have an abortion?” But Titus didn’t answer me and continued booking the abortion procedure on his phone. I tried to snatch his phone away. But he was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared at me: “Selena, this child absolutely cannot be kept!” I was frightened by his behavior, my heart racing uncontrollably, and my legs went weak. Taking advantage of Titus handling the procedure arrangements, I quickly sent a message to my parents, who were also gynecologists. Soon, my parents arrived. When Titus saw them, instead of being nervous, he actually smiled. I cowered in my mother’s arms. My father punched Titus in the face: “Why do you want her to have an abortion?” Titus said nothing but handed the prenatal test report to my father. The moment my father saw the prenatal test report, the anger on his face turned to horror. His eyes widened, his hands trembling as he held the prenatal test report, and he raised his fist to strike my belly. Fortunately, my mother blocked him. The punch landed on my mother instead. She shouted angrily: “Have you lost your mind too? Selena is carrying your grandchild!” My father sneered and handed the prenatal test report to my mother. My mother, who had just been protecting me, turned pale. She pushed me out of her arms and shook her head desperately: “No, no.” At this point, I realized there was something wrong with the prenatal test report and quickly asked: “Mom, what’s wrong? What’s the problem with my child?” But my mother ignored me, still immersed in her own emotions. “This won’t work!” She grabbed my father’s hand: “It’s too obvious in the hospital. I have an idea. Find some men and lock them in a room with Selena.” I stood there stunned, my whole body numb, not understanding why they all had this reaction after seeing that prenatal test report. But what exactly was the situation? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me the truth? Seeing my parents preparing to take me away, I turned and ran, but my father caught me. I cried and begged them to let me go, or at least tell me the truth. But they forcibly stuffed me into the car, gagged me, and even locked me in a dark room with five naked men. I was so terrified I nearly collapsed, desperately pounding on the door, begging them to let me out. But there was no sound from outside. Several men dragged me to the ground. If I showed any resistance, they would beat me. Eventually, the fetus turned into a pool of dried blood on the ground. A week later, my parents and Titus came to get me. My mother smiled at me: “Selena, let’s go home.” I sneered, not understanding how she could pretend nothing had happened. I shouted: “Why? Why did you treat me this way?” My mother’s face suddenly turned cold. My father slapped me across the face: “Ungrateful bitch!” I was stunned. Then my mother looked at me with a vicious gaze: “Selena has gone crazy. Let’s send her to a psychiatric hospital.” Ever since I was forcibly committed to the psychiatric hospital, Titus had people come to torture me every day. My husband, who once loved me deeply, couldn’t wait for me to die. Three months later, I was tortured to death. But I still didn’t know why they all wanted to kill me after seeing that prenatal test report. The fear from my previous life surged up. My hand gently caressed my belly. I took a deep breath. In this life, I must find out what really happened.

After arriving at the hospital, I was the first to get my prenatal checkup report. The attending physician reviewed the report and told me the fetus was very healthy. I immediately took the report from her. I thought as long as I didn’t let Titus see this report, nothing would go wrong. But I hadn’t expected that just as I walked out of the attending physician’s office, Titus would ask to see my prenatal report, just like in my previous life. I felt a bit panicked but deliberately smiled and asked, “Why do you want to see my report?” Titus smiled too: “I’m the child’s father and I’m also an obstetrician-gynecologist. It’s normal for me to look at the report, right?” “The doctor already said both the baby and I are healthy. Don’t you trust her?” I countered. “It’s not that I don’t trust her. I just want to understand the specifics so I can take better care of you.” But I deliberately stuffed the report into my bag: “I’m just not letting you see it today.” Titus thought I was throwing a tantrum and had to compromise: “Fine, as long as you and the baby are healthy.” I smiled and linked my arm through his: “I’m going to the restroom, then we’ll head home.” I grabbed my bag and headed to the restroom. I had indeed glanced at the prenatal report earlier, but too quickly to notice anything unusual. I decided to examine it carefully in the restroom to see what exactly was wrong that would make them react so intensely after seeing the report. But as soon as I reached the restroom, I panicked—the prenatal report was gone. I hurried back out and saw Titus from a distance, his face pale as a sheet. The prenatal report that should have been in my bag was now in his hands. When Titus saw me, he strode quickly toward me. I instinctively wanted to run, but he still caught my arm. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me intently: “Selena, this child cannot be kept. Go get an abortion right now!” In my previous life, I never understood until my death why the usually gentle Titus would become like a completely different person after seeing the prenatal report. This was the first time I’d seen Titus look so vicious. My whole body trembled, but since this wasn’t my first time experiencing this, I quickly shouted: “Help! Someone’s trying to force me to abort my baby!” The hospital was crowded, and my shout immediately drew a crowd around us. Titus seemed not to have expected me to do this, so I started crying loudly: “Honey, the doctor said the baby is healthy. Why do you want me to get an abortion?” Titus lowered his voice and scolded: “Bitch, shut up!” He tried to drag me away, but onlookers had already approached. A man forcibly pulled him away from me: “What do you think you’re doing?” “My God, the baby’s fine and he still wants an abortion. Doesn’t he want this child?” “Why didn’t he think about pregnancy when he was sleeping around?” “Forcing a pregnant woman to have an abortion is illegal. Someone should call the police!” Titus was breathing heavily, glaring at me viciously through gritted teeth. But with so many onlookers present, he couldn’t do anything. Unexpectedly, he suddenly smiled at me and started calling my parents.

As soon as my parents arrived, they saw Titus and me surrounded by a crowd. They knew something had definitely happened. My mom worriedly pulled me into her arms, but the moment she touched me, I started trembling all over. Someone told my parents what had just happened. My dad raised his hand to slap Titus across the face, but before he could strike, Titus held up the prenatal test report. “Dad, don’t look!” I tried to rush forward and grab the report, but my dad had already taken it and was reading it. In an instant, he froze. “Dad?” I called out tentatively. My dad looked at me, his eyes bloodshot. Without hesitation, he slapped me across the face. “Selena! Cheng An telling you to get an abortion is for your own good!” I broke down, but still defended myself: “But the attending doctor said my baby is perfectly healthy!” “I’m also an obstetrician, and you still dare to talk back!” My dad roared, about to hit my belly. My mom quickly rushed over to shield me, shouting angrily: “Are you insane? She’s pregnant!” But instead of getting angry, my dad sneered coldly: “You feel sorry for her, but this slut doesn’t deserve to be our daughter!” Everyone around was shocked, criticizing my dad for how a father could say such things about his own daughter. My mom was furious, but she knew my dad was usually gentle, so there must be something wrong with the prenatal report. “Give me the prenatal report!” she demanded. I quickly stepped forward to stop my mom, looking at her with pleading eyes. “Mom, the attending doctor said the baby is healthy. Please don’t look, okay? If you don’t believe it, you can go ask that doctor.” I knew that once my mom saw the report, she would immediately force me to have an abortion. My mom held me, comforting me: “Don’t worry, your dad and Titus must have made a mistake. I used to be the head of obstetrics and gynecology, trust me.” I shook my head desperately. “No, Mom, please don’t look. I trust you, but please don’t look.” But the more I tried to stop her, the more curious my mom became about what was wrong with the report. Seeing that my mom insisted on looking, I held onto her tightly. “Mom, once you see this report, you’ll instantly stop loving me just like the two of them.” She looked at me gently and said: “No, Selena, I used to be a doctor too, I’ve seen many reports. And even if the baby isn’t Titus’s, I’ll still stand by your side and protect you. You’re the person I love most in this world.” I ultimately couldn’t stop my mom. The moment she saw the prenatal report, her gentle expression vanished instantly, a flash of cruelty appearing in her eyes, frightening me so much that I trembled all over. My mom’s face turned pale, looking at me with a bitter smile. She wasn’t as agitated as my dad and Titus, which made her even more terrifying. She said coldly: “It’s okay, Selena, this baby is fine. Get up, let’s go home.” Despite saying this, her hand reaching toward me was trembling non-stop. She was suppressing her emotions. “No, I don’t want to go home.” I quickly stood up and backed into the crowd. My mom frowned, looking at me with cold eyes. “Selena, what are you doing? You’re pregnant, what if something happens to you out here?” Seeing my parents and Titus about to come grab me, I quickly grabbed two passersby’s clothes and begged them: “Please save me, I can’t go back with them, they’ll abort my baby.” The passersby hesitated. Although I was a pregnant woman, I was clearly emotionally unstable, and they were my family members, so they couldn’t intervene. Fortunately, someone stood up to speak for me. “She’s a pregnant woman, she’s emotionally unstable right now, you shouldn’t force her like this.” “Yeah, what if it hurts her baby?” But my parents and Titus acted as if they couldn’t hear, approaching me with menacing expressions. “Selena, do you have delusions? Come home with us quickly, stop disrupting the hospital’s order!” My parents forcibly grabbed me. A kind person blocked their way: “We’re in a hospital right now, she’s pregnant, she’s been traumatized, we should have a doctor check if it will affect the fetus.” “We’re both obstetricians, does she still need to see a doctor?” My dad roared at the person. The kind person hesitated, and Titus took the opportunity to pull me out of the crowd, dragging me without any mercy. No matter how kind the onlookers were, they didn’t dare fight my family members for me. Just then, a pair of hands blocked Titus’s path. “Who gave you permission to drag a pregnant woman like that!” a police officer sternly shouted, and only then did Titus let go. My parents said: “This pregnant woman is our daughter, she has some mental problems, we’re taking her home first.” The police officer looked at me suspiciously, and I quickly denied: “No, they want to kill the healthy baby in my belly!” The three people behind me froze in place, but their faces showed triumphant smiles. I continued: “If you don’t believe me, you can check the hospital’s surveillance footage. They all really want to kill my baby.” The police had the hospital staff pull up the surveillance footage. After watching the footage, a female officer protected me and questioned them: “Why do you want to abort this healthy baby?” My parents scoffed, while Titus looked at me coldly. “Forcing a pregnant woman to have an abortion is illegal!” Titus still didn’t care. I grabbed the police officer’s hand. “Let me see my prenatal report.” Each of them had suddenly changed their attitude after seeing the prenatal report. There must be the truth in there. At the police’s request, Titus reluctantly handed over the prenatal report. When I saw the prenatal report again, I finally understood why they didn’t want this baby.

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