Kaitlyn POV

When I returned home that evening, my heart was racing with excitement as I hurried upstairs to show Martin the test results. But to my disappointment, he wasn't home.

"Hasn't he been back since this morning?" Worry crept into my chest again. His absence and the silence of no calls deepened my unease.

I stood in front of the mirror in our room, gently placing my hands on my lower belly and smiling.

"You two... your father will love you so much. And I... I'm waiting for you eagerly." Tears of joy streamed down my face. After four years of waiting, I could finally be a mother. I would carry the title of 'Mom.' I would hold my two babies in my arms and finally be rewarded for all the patience I had endured.

I wished everyone would treat me with love and respect now. I was an orphan. I had no one in this world but Martin. He was my family, my entire world.

I picked up my phone and dialed Martin, but his phone was off. I wasn't sure if what happened yesterday was true... that Martin had another woman pregnant. I needed to be certain before taking any action.

Patience and silence were the only options for now. So I decided I wouldn't tell Martin about my babies until I knew the full truth. And if everything I heard yesterday was true, I would leave this marriage.

I looked at the clock again. It was already late... Would he make up another excuse about work or an emergency? My thoughts were racing. I placed my bag on the bed and slowly headed downstairs.

Suddenly, I noticed someone trembling violently on the floor near the dining table.

"Who's there?" I screamed, rushing toward them in fear.

When I reached the spot, shock froze me. It was Theresa, Martin's sister, shaking violently on the floor. "Theresa! What happened?" Fear filled me.

"Theresa, wait! I'll get help!"

I reached for my phone in my pocket, but I remembered I left it upstairs. Panic surged through me as I screamed for assistance.

It wasn't long before Martin and Ashley rushed into the house. Seeing me kneeling on the floor beside Theresa's body, Martin stood by my side while Ashley approached with an unreadable expression, a strange smile on her face.

"Kaitlyn, what's going on?" Martin asked, his voice full of concern, but he froze when he saw his sister lying lifeless.

"My sister! Oh my God! Kaitlyn, what did you do?"

Fear gripped me, and I sobbed, "I didn't do anything! I found her like this."

But Martin was in shock, clearly not believing me. I was on the floor, Theresa's body stretched out before me, and Martin's accusing words echoed in my ears.

"What did you do?!" His voice was a mix of anger and despair.

I was in a state of confusion. My heart pounded wildly, and my mind raced to understand what was happening. I looked at Martin, but his eyes were full of doubt. "I didn't do anything! I swear!"

Ashley stood beside me, her face pretending to be shocked. "We need to call an ambulance," she said, her tone flat and emotionless.

Martin ran to his sister, searching for his phone. My worry grew as I watched them. Something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Martin turned to me, his eyes full of accusation. "You were the last one with her."

"I swear, I just found her!" I pleaded, but Martin had made his decision.

Ashley stepped forward, placing a calming hand on Martin's shoulder. "Let the authorities handle it, Martin."

Martin shouted at me, then turned to Ashley angrily. "Call an ambulance immediately."

I was still shaking, tears streaming down my face. I whispered fearfully, "I really didn't do it."

Ashley approached me, her eyes full of fake tears, accusing, "Why, Kaitlyn? I know you didn't like Theresa, but were you planning to kill her?"

Her words wrapped around me like chains, trapping me in a circle of accusation.

Martin's gaze narrowed before he shook his head and stepped back, deepening my confusion. My eyes shifted to Ashley, crying and accusing me. I couldn't believe I was living this nightmare.

I stood up and asked Ashley, "Why are you accusing me? You know I was with you today."

But Martin intervened, his face red with rage. "Liar. Ashley was with me today, and we came together. Why do you keep lying?"

Fear took over me. I had no idea what was happening. I couldn't believe Martin could doubt me this way.

I looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "Do you doubt me?" I asked softly.

His entire body froze at my question. He looked at me with a gaze I couldn't understand. Did he know about the pregnancy? Did he really think I was a killer?

He approached me angrily, and instinctively, I took a step back. I didn't know what was happening, but everything felt wrong.

As soon as he reached me, he grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the wall by the door.

He said angrily, "I gave you everything. A house, the chance to go to college, a place to sleep, food, money, everything you could ever want."

I trembled under his grip, afraid he might do something terrible in his fury. "I really consider Theresa like a sister despite everything," I whispered.

But he sneered sharply, "You're a damn liar."

I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you out of my house. Out of my life. I'll put you in jail."

Fear gripped me as I looked at him. "Please... what is this?" I whispered in shock.

He replied coldly, "I want you out of my life completely. I don't want to see you again."

I glanced at the man I had loved with all my heart, but I couldn't understand how everything turned into this nightmare.

"But why? Why don't you trust me? I don't understand what's happening. Please, tell me"

He suddenly shouted, "Get out!" I trembled from the sudden scream and lowered my head.

Minutes later, the ambulance arrived with the police. The officers took me away in front of Martin without a word of concern. He got into the ambulance with Ashley.

In shock, I looked around fearfully at the metal restraints on my wrists... and inside me, a volcano of questions erupted. Why is Ashley doing this? How did Martin become like this?

Kaitlyn POV

I sat on the metal chair in front of Douglas Carter in the small, dimly lit visiting room with cold walls. Douglas Carter was here, visiting me.. a complete surprise, especially since I knew the massive conflict between him and Martin. He was Martin's rival, his enemy. No one hated Douglas as much as Martin did.

He stared at me as if trying to read the thoughts swirling in my head. I wore the gray prison uniform, my swollen belly drawing attention. I felt like the tight pull of my hair, slicked back, was my only shield of dignity in this harsh place.

Douglas smiled gently, though his voice carried a firm edge as he said, "Kaitlyn, I know you've been wronged. You've been jailed for a crime you didn't commit, and the people behind it need to pay."

I looked at him with empty eyes, as if I no longer believed in anything. I didn't utter a word. I just stared at him, waiting for more.

He continued, "I know Martin and his sister played a big role in this, and I know there were false witnesses against you. But if you work with me, we can get revenge and reclaim what's yours." His voice was confident, filled with determination, as if his plan was destined to succeed.

I stayed silent, staring at the table as if lost in deep thought. My face betrayed nothing, just a blank stare hiding hundreds of swirling thoughts and worries.

In that moment, I felt a weight heavier than I expected. How could a pregnant woman survive in this hell? How could I give birth and raise my children in such a cruel place?

Douglas's voice was calm, yet insistent: "Kaitlyn, I'll support you with every resource I have."

I didn't know what Douglas really wanted. He spoke only of support until his true intention slipped out: "On one condition, Kaitlyn. Marriage... to me. Of course, Martin will file for divorce, and your first marriage will be over."

Shock hit me. Marriage. And Douglas... I was still reeling from the repeated blows of betrayal-from my husband's infidelity to my being thrown in prison.

I gave him no answer. Douglas promised himself he wouldn't give up until he got me out and delivered the justice I deserved. He stood slowly, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll wait for your answer. Take your time to think, but know I'm here to help you."

Then he turned to leave the room, leaving me alone with my conflicting thoughts, wondering about the difficult decision I had to make. I knew Douglas was Martin's greatest enemy. His sworn rival.

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Seven months and two weeks had passed. Months had already gone by. Martin never visited me. I still couldn't understand why he felt compelled to treat me this way. I hadn't wronged him once. We were happy until I couldn't bear a child. I read in the news that Theresa had recovered and returned to work.

What she did was deliberate. As a doctor, she knew exactly where to stab to avoid killing me. Nine months had passed, and Martin had never shown up, not even briefly.

I looked at my belly, caressing it, tears in my eyes. It had been the only source of joy I'd felt since being imprisoned. At some point, I had wanted to end my life, but when I remembered the twins growing inside me, I imagined them growing up, becoming two people I would love more than anything.

The sound of footsteps caught my attention. I looked up to see a prison guard approaching. "Prisoner 3290, please come with me. You have a visitor," she said. I wondered who it could be.

Normally, I was an orphan. No one visited me. I had no family to belong to. I nodded and struggled to rise from the floor, following the guard.

We reached the visiting room. She opened the door, and a pale man with gray hair appeared. I had never seen him before. He noticed the confusion on my face and stood.

"Please sit. I'm not here to hurt you. I just came to give you this from your husband." He pointed to a file on the desk. I sat and took the papers. When I opened them, I saw the words in bold: "Divorce Agreement."

Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks, but I held myself together. I hadn't cried in nine months. This wouldn't break me now. I had been expecting the divorce papers because I knew this was what would come next.

As I opened the agreement, my eyes landed on the alimony. I couldn't believe he was treating me like some cheap person. "Who gives ten percent in alimony? He's rich, he earns more than many business owners," I thought, pain rising in my chest again. But I refused to let it bother me. I didn't want the money, nor did I plan to accept it.

I looked at the lawyer in front of me. "Please, your pen." He nodded and passed it to me. I had no regrets. I signed the papers, handed them back, and left the room.

I returned to my cell, collapsed onto the floor, and let the tears flow. It was too much for me to hold in.

The man I had loved, the one I gave everything to, had thrown me away like trash. And that wasn't enough.. he accused me of something I never did, and now I was paying a prison sentence for a crime I never committed. I cried until I couldn't feel my tears anymore. I sat in the corner of my room, lost in deep thoughts. I remembered the last three years with him.

I was deep in my thoughts when a sharp pain struck my side, and I screamed.

A prison guard ran to help me. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. He crouched beside me. "Are you okay?"

I clutched my side. "No! My side, it hurts so much. I can barely move my leg." I cried, holding my side as the guard tried to help me rise.

I screamed without stopping, drawing the attention of other guards and inmates. They came to help and carried me to the prison hospital. As soon as we reached the entrance, blood began to flow from my thigh.

Kaitlyn POV

Sharp contractions ripped through my stomach, and I struggled to hold back my tears as the pain grew unbearable. Something wasn't right. I was going into labor before my scheduled C-section. This unexpected situation terrified me, knowing it could cause serious complications during delivery.

I clutched my belly as another wave of pain swept over me. It was too late for an epidural, so I had no choice but to wait, hoping my obstetrician would arrive in time.

In prison, I didn't have the luxury of choosing my doctor or having a C-section. But Douglas, with all his power, had provided everything for me. During the previous months, he arranged an air-conditioned room with every necessity. I didn't know how he managed it, but he was that strong.

"I can't do this," I muttered over and over, tears streaming down my skin. Martin didn't know about his children or my pregnancy.

I was utterly alone. No family. No friends. The only thing I had achieved was my degree, thanks to Martin. At least that was something good that came out of that relationship. But now, in this chaos, my emotions were spiraling toward collapse.

Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed my side, and I screamed. My vision blurred from the endless tears, whether from pain or heartbreak.

The door opened, and my obstetrician entered with her assistant and the nurse. They had been monitoring me since my arrival a few hours ago. Aside from the routine checks, nothing significant had been said.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, noticing the stern look on her face.

"Unfortunately, no." She moved toward my bed and adjusted the heart monitor on my belly. The steady rhythm of the heartbeat echoed off the walls as we all listened.

"I'm only picking up two heartbeats, and it's been like this since you arrived. I didn't say anything at first, fearing it might just be the monitor acting up.. it does that sometimes. But an hour ago, I had Marlene do an ultrasound, and it confirmed my fears."

I vaguely remembered the ultrasound. I had been half-asleep as the pain had calmed enough for a brief period. I shook my head, my mind spinning with thoughts. "It's fine, right? Two heartbeats.

" The doctor bit her lower lip, clutching her folder to her chest. "There should be three heartbeats.. yours and your baby's."

My chest tightened at her revelation. Had I lost one of my babies? I closed my eyes, my body trembling as sobs tore through me. I had chosen their names, everything. This couldn't be happening to me.

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I had no choice but to give birth naturally, despite the risks. It was too late for an emergency C-section, and they had to remove the deceased baby.

"You have to stay strong. Your baby is about to come out." I nodded, drenched in sweat, trying to gather myself. The doctor hurriedly prepared everything for the delivery.

I spread my legs wide as she guided me. "Calm down, inhale and exhale, then try to push slowly."

She gave me instructions, her hand ready near my body, waiting for the baby's head to appear. I took a deep breath and pushed. Soon, the head emerged, and we heard a baby's cry. The doctor encouraged me to keep going, and I pushed again. The baby was born, and in that moment, I fainted.

After the pain and pressure, a wave of relief washed over me.. at least physically. As they took my little baby to clean and feed him, he now lay asleep in the tiny bed prepared for him.

"It's a boy, a beautiful boy." The doctor handed him to me as I woke. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks as I held him. He was the only reason I hadn't ended my life, the reason I could endure the pain I had felt for so long.

My heart still ached for the second baby I had been carrying. I feared I would always be trapped in this pain, forced to carry it forever. Why couldn't I have a break? Despite the desire to claw my own eyes out, sleep crept in and embraced me.

The next day, I woke to Jake's cries, my son. My whole body ached as I sat up. I gazed at the wailing child, his arms flailing in frustration. Slowly, I swung my legs off the bed and stood. Blood surged immediately in my head, rushing down to my belly, already heavy with worry.

I approached him and finally reached his bed. He was so tiny, yet full of life. My eyes burned from all the crying yesterday. As I stared at my little bundle of joy, doubts crept into my mind. How could I care for a child when I could barely care for myself?

I was in a fragile state, and now I had to grieve the loss of my other son. I started changing Jake's diaper before lifting him into my arms and returning to bed. He squirmed the entire way, but I loved the feeling of holding him, despite everything. He was small, delicate. He looked exactly like his father. A stray tear slipped down my cheek as memories resurfaced.

My heart felt heavy in my chest, and I forced the tears out. I clasped my hands together, trying to gather my courage and strength. My son was still here, and I had to be strong for him. I sat on the hospital bed.

A fresh tear slid down my cheek. I thought about raising a child in prison. And then I remembered Douglas and his marriage proposal. I would accept. I would marry Douglas.