The Captive Mother’s Trap

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I stole the used condom of that Hollywood pretty boy, Shane Riley.

I jammed a pillow under my lower back all night, wincing with the pain, just so I could get pregnant.

When he found out, Shane acted totally weird.

He didn't yell.

He put down his prayer beads, the ones he never took off.

He took care of me, even more than before.

Everything was perfect until I was six months along.

He looked at the ultrasound, the one where you could see the tiny hands and feet.

His face was full of di