Jonathan's POV
I drew in a shaky breath. The letter continued for another half page, maybe more.
I steeled myself to keep reading. Learning the truth about Savannah's miscarriage was just the start, wasn't it?
The paper wrinkled beneath my shaking hands, but I forced myself forward. I prepared for whatever twisted revelation came next and kept reading aloud. The words struck back at me, vicious and unstable.
"Your little maid helper - Claire, wasn't it? She needed cash for her kid. Her loyalty came pretty cheap. So she slowly poisoned you over time until you hemorrhaged from your womb. The toxin just dried everything up. But don't stress, sweetheart, I'm confident I can get you breeding and producing offspring real quick."
My gut twisted as fury overtook me completely. I knew my brother was disgusting scum, but this? Speaking to my wife, my Savannah, a woman so beautiful and kind, like she was some cheap prostitute?
