Jeremy

Your marriage was an unhappy one, you hated your husband and he reciprocated. He never liked you, but he needed heirs and according to him 'your genetics are good enough for me.'

You had the act for some time and finally you were pregnant, although this was something irrelevant to you. Your hatred for Jeremy was so great that you didn't want to carry his fruits in your womb.

After he fell asleep, you got out of bed, going to the bathroom. Inside, using a wire hanger, you tried for half an hour to abort his children, until you finally felt cramps and a little blood ran down your legs. It was done.

So you lay down on the bed, wanting to be by his side when it happened. You wanted to wake him up in despair, you wanted to see him cry, to see how devastated he would be.