During the autopsy of a young woman who had died under mysterious circumstances while pregnant, the coroner suddenly hears the cry of a baby, sending chills down his spine. As he steps closer to the body and places his hand on the woman’s belly, he notices a shocking detail, one that forces him to call the police immediately.

 

 

 

 “Get to the morg right now,” he yells. “Doctor Miles, did you did you hear that?” asked Richard, his voice trembling and his eyes wide open as the hairs on his arms stood up involuntarily. Miles, the seasoned coroner who had worked in that morg for over two decades, slowly turned to face the young man beside him.

 Richard was new there, recently arrived, still trying to adapt to the cold, silent routine of a place where death was a constant presence. Hear what, Richard? the coroner asked, furrowing his brow and raising an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the rookie’s reaction. It was at that moment that the sound echoed once again in the young doctor’s ears.

 A cry, a faint, muffled, nearly imperceptible cry, but enough to send a chill down Richard’s spine. His eyes widened even more, and he shook his head slightly, as if trying to confirm he wasn’t losing his mind. It’s a cry. A baby crying,” he whispered, taking a step back, his breathing quick and shallow. Miles stood still for a few seconds.

 Then he looked around as if trying to catch any noise. Silence returned just as heavy as the scent of formaldahhide and the lingering echo of death. “I didn’t hear anything, Richard. No crying,” said the coroner calmly, stepping closer to his colleague. You’re probably just imagining things. This place messes with your head, especially in the beginning. But they’re just ghosts of the mind.

 If you’re not feeling well, you can wait outside or even go home. This isn’t for everyone. Richard remained silent for a moment. His eyes slowly scanned the room as if searching for some logical explanation for what he had just felt. Then his gaze landed on one of the gurnies. Lying there was the body of a young woman, light-skinned with dark hair spread across her shoulders and a strangely peaceful expression for someone dead. She looked as though she were only sleeping.

 

 

 

 But what drew the most attention was her belly, swollen, round, clearly in an advanced stage of pregnancy. The young doctor swallowed hard. That image unsettled him deeply. a pregnant woman, lifeless, and along with her a baby who would never see the world. It was too much to bear. “All right,” said the newcomer, trying to sound more confident than he truly felt. “Maybe it really was just in my head.

 I need to get used to this. Like you said, it’ll take time.” “That’s right,” Miles replied, giving him a light pat on the shoulder. Now, grab the tools on the counter. Let’s get started. We need to move quickly. The body’s being released today for the wake.

 Richard walked over to the supply table and picked up the scalpel, handing it to the more experienced doctor. Miles took the surgical tool with the steady hand of someone who had done this thousands of times. As he approached the body to begin the procedure, Richard felt another shiver, different this time, deeper, more intense. His eyes were once again drawn to the pregnant woman’s face, and in an almost hypnotic tone, he murmured, “She looks alive, like she’s just sleeping.

” Miles paused for a moment, looking closely at the deceased. It happens sometimes, he said with a sigh. Some bodies come in nearly perfect condition. No wounds, no bruises, and it really feels like they might wake up at any moment. But don’t get used to that look. Most of them arrive in really bad shape. Honestly, indescribable. I can imagine, Richard muttered, lowering his gaze.

 His eyes quickly returned to the woman’s belly. It still bothered him in a strange way. Then he pointed at it as if needing to silence the doubt in his head. “And the baby? Is it common for pregnant women to end up here?” Miles shook his head as he pulled on a glove. “No, very rare. In all these years, this is only the second time I’ve seen a pregnant woman brought in.

Normally, when a pregnant woman dies, hospital doctors or even paramedics try to save the baby right away, perform a C-section if there’s still time. But in this case, there was nothing that could be done. Miles sighed and pointed to a glass sitting on a metal tray beside some pieces of crime evidence. She was poisoned.

 She’d already been dead for hours when they found the body. It was too late for both her and the baby. Richard’s eyes widened in shock. “Poisoned,” he repeated as if the word burned his tongue. “Potassium cyanide,” Miles explained, picking up the glass. “I ran the test right here before you arrived. It was in a drink she likely consumed.

 Of course, we’ll still run a full toxicology to confirm traces of the substance in her system. Richard’s stomach churned. He wiped his forehead and muttered more to himself than to his colleague. Who would do something like that to a pregnant woman? Miles sighed again, his face darkening. You’re still too new to this, Richard. You’ll see.

 Humans are capable of far worse. Believe me, I’ve seen cases you wouldn’t imagine, not even in your worst nightmares. If you really want to pursue this career, you’d better toughen up mentally.” Richard stayed silent. Everything inside him screamed that something wasn’t right. Something he couldn’t logically explain. A feeling, a gut instinct.

Miles then positioned himself beside the body and prepared the scalpel. Let’s begin. Hold her belly for me, please. The young doctor hesitated for a moment, but took a deep breath and stepped forward. He stretched out his hand carefully and touched the woman’s abdomen. It was cold, but strangely firm.

 The silence in the room was broken only by the dry ticking of a wall clock marking the seconds. Miles approached with the scalpel in hand, lining up the blade with the woman’s abdomen. That’s when something unexpected happened. “Wait!” Richard shouted, suddenly, startling the older doctor. Miles immediately stepped back, heart racing. “What now?” he asked, confused.

 Richard stood pale, staring intensely at the pregnant woman’s belly. His eyes didn’t blink. His breath was caught in his chest. And for a moment, he was completely silent. What is it, Richard? Talk to me. What happened now? The experienced coroner asked again, narrowing his eyes with concern. Richard kept his eyes wide, unable to hide the fear taking over him.

The words struggled to come out as if his brain was still trying to process what his senses had just perceived. “I I felt something,” he finally said, his voice weak and shaky. What do you mean you felt something? Miles asked, frowning, skeptical. Richard swallowed hard and pointed at the woman’s abdomen on the gurnie. There in her belly, I felt movement. Something moved.

 Miles turned his eyes to the woman’s body. Richard had already removed his hands from her, but the weight of his words hung in the air like a shadow. The experienced doctor hesitated for a few seconds, then asked cautiously, “You’re saying you felt something move in her belly? You felt the baby? Is that it?” The young doctor nodded, his face pale. “Yes, I’m sure, doctor. I felt it.

 It wasn’t my imagination.” Miles sighed, crossing his arms and staring at his young colleague like one might look at an overly sensitive student. Richard, maybe it’s best if you step away from this autopsy. First, you said you heard a baby crying. Now you’re saying you felt movement in the belly of a woman who’s been dead for hours. You don’t seem well. No, listen.

Richard insisted, stepping a little closer. The crying. Okay, maybe that was in my head. I don’t know. But this this was real. I felt it. Her belly. It moved. Miles shook his head, still unconvinced. This woman’s been dead for hours, Richard. Hours. There’s no way a baby could survive that long without oxygen.

You probably felt a post-mortem contraction. That happens sometimes. Muscles release gases, minor spasms. It’s what we call cadaavver contractions. It looks like life, but it’s just death’s leftovers. Richard tried to process those words, but everything inside him twisted. What he had felt didn’t seem like just a spasm. It had been firm, rhythmic, real.

Even so, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “All right,” he said, lowering his gaze. “I’ll calm down. I’ll try to keep going. We’ll only continue if you’re truly ready. Otherwise, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” said Miles firmly. Richard nodded slowly.

 Then he stepped back toward the gurnie, and with a mix of caution and nervousness, placed his hand once more on the pregnant woman’s belly. The silence in the room returned, but it didn’t last long. Before Miles could even move, Richard flinched. The movement was back, stronger, more intense. And this time, there was no doubt.

 It was a kick, a clear, unmistakable kick like that of a restless baby inside the womb. And then, as if the world paused for a heartbeat, a faint, muffled, yet undeniably real sound filled the space. “Did you hear that?” Richard cried, stepping back, eyes wide, chest heaving. No, this this can’t be, he murmured, staring at the woman’s belly. “I can see it.

 I can feel it. Her belly, it’s moving. And I can hear the crying. The baby’s crying.” Miles hesitated. For a moment, he stood frozen. But then, without a word, he stepped forward. His eyes still held skepticism, but something had changed. A flicker of unease, of fear. He dropped the scalpel onto the stainless steel tray and reached out.

 And then he felt it too. “Oh my god,” Miles murmured, bringing a hand to his mouth. It was a kick, strong, solid. Inside that cold belly, there was life. And then, right after the crying, now loud, clear, impossible to deny. The sound echoed off the morg walls like a desperate cry for survival, a baby’s cry, a plea for help.

The seasoned coroner stepped back, breathless as if shocked by an electric current. “What is happening here?” he asked, staring at the woman lying on the gurnie, as if expecting her to sit up at any moment. “I don’t know,” Richard answered, his voice shaking. “But that baby, that baby is alive, Miles. We need to act now. Miles didn’t respond.

 He stepped forward again, placing both hands on the belly. The kick came again, a powerful, deliberate movement. His eyes widened. “This This isn’t possible. How can a baby be alive after so many hours?” he whispered, barely believing what he was saying. Richard didn’t waste another second.

 He ran to the counter, heart racing, grabbing surgical tools in a panic. “We have to do something. We need to get that baby out of there right now,” he exclaimed, fighting the rising desperation. But before he could reach the instruments, something even more absurd, more impossible happened. The woman’s hand moved slowly.

 With stiff, cold fingers, it rose and landed on Miles’s hand. The coroner felt the touch and froze. His eyes widened in raw terror. From across the room, Richard dropped the tools onto the floor. Miles barely had time to process what he was seeing because next the woman opened her eyes. Struggling as if awakening from a deep sleep, her lips parted.

Help. Help me. My baby, she whispered, her voice frail and broken. The scene was so surreal that for a few moments both doctors remained paralyzed. The body that should have been dead, was alive and speaking and begging for help. But to understand what was really happening in that autopsy room, to understand who this woman was and how it was even possible that she was alive, we need to go back a few days before that moment. I still can’t believe we’re finally going to have our long-awaited baby.

Love, I can’t wait to see his little face, said Valerie, smiling as she caressed her round belly. She was speaking to Edward, the love of her life, the man who had won her heart and with whom she was about to build a family. The glow in her eyes was impossible to hide. Valerie was a pedagogy professor, passionate about children and about the idea of becoming a mother.

 She had dreamed of this since she was young, getting married, having children, giving love, building a real family. and she had found that dream in Edward’s arms. A businessman in his early 30s, heir to an empire built by his father. Edward had always admired Valerie for her simplicity and sweetness. She was the complete opposite of the cold business world he lived in, and together they seemed to have everything they needed to be happy.

 But not everything was as it seemed. And very soon, Valerie’s world would turn into a nightmare, one that even the darkest films wouldn’t be able to portray. That night, the atmosphere in the house was light, almost magical. Valerie and Edward were in the living room, chatting cheerfully as they imagined the moment that was quickly approaching, the birth of their first child.

 The love between them was undeniable. It showed in their gestures, their smiles, their shared glances. Happiness filled every corner of the mansion. But that joyful moment would soon be interrupted and in the most unexpected way. The doorbell rang, drawing both their attention. Valerie shifted on the couch, surprised, as Paul, the butler, a discreet and elegant man in his early 30s, rushed to answer the door.

 When he opened it, he couldn’t hide his astonishment. Standing on the doorstep was Vanessa, Valerie’s twin sister. “Vanessa,” Paul murmured, stepping back. From across the room, Valerie saw who it was and immediately rose from the couch, struggling slightly due to her heavy belly.

 Her eyes lit up with joy, and she hurried as best she could toward the entrance. “Vanessa,” she cried, arms wide open. The two sisters embraced tightly as if time and distance had vanished in that single instant. It was rare for them to be together since Vanessa lived in the countryside several hours away.

 That made the surprise visit even more emotional for Valerie. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would have prepared something special to welcome you, said the pregnant woman, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. That’s exactly why I didn’t say anything. Vanessa replied with a warm smile. You would have gone out of your way to cook something, wear yourself out, stress yourself.

 I just want you resting so this baby comes out strong and healthy. Valerie smiled back and gently touched her sister’s face. “You always think of me,” she said, moved. Edward soon approached, also smiling as he greeted his sister-in-law. Vanessa, “What a great surprise,” he said, giving her a light hug.

 Meanwhile, Paul stepped forward to grab the visitor’s small suitcase, carrying it efficiently to the guest room, just as he usually did for family guests. The three of them walked together into the living room and sat down to chat. Valerie, still glowing from the visit, couldn’t contain her curiosity. “So, can I ask what brought on this surprise visit?” she asked as she adjusted herself on the couch.

 Vanessa laughed as if the question was silly and gently ran her hand across her sister’s belly. What do you mean what brought me here? You did, of course. I came to take care of you during these last few weeks before the baby comes. That is, if there’s space for me in this house, Valerie beamed at the suggestion and held her sister’s hands tightly. Of course, there’s space for you here. There always is. You’re my sister.

 This house is yours, too. Edward nodded in agreement. I’ll ask Paul to prepare the best guest room. If you need anything at all, just let us know. Okay. Vanessa gave a modest smile and replied, “Don’t worry, really. I’m not even used to this much luxury. I prefer the simple things.” The conversation continued cheerfully.

 Valerie asked about life back in the countryside, curious to hear her sister’s news. “Oh, the usual hustle and bustle,” Vanessa replied. “I’m running all over town on the bus, going to clients. Life is a manicurist. You know how it is.” That’s when Valerie brought up something she had mentioned before. “Vanessa, you should move here to the city. There are so many more opportunities, more resources.

 You could even study, invest in a new career. I can help you, said Valerie. Edward nodded, looking kindly at Vanessa. If you want, I can find you a position in one of the group’s companies. We’ll make it happen quickly, and it would be nice to have you two closer. But Vanessa, keeping her calm smile, cut them off quickly. I really appreciate it.

 I do, but I like my life the way it is. I’ve never cared about luxury. I like earning things on my own. And the most important thing right now is that I get to spend this time with you, my baby sister. Valerie smiled and hugged her tightly. You have no idea how much that means to me. But once the baby’s born, I’ll pack my little bag and go back to my routine.

Vanessa said after much chatting, laughter, and shared memories, Vanessa said she was tired from the trip and asked to rest. She headed to the guest room while Valerie and Edward went upstairs to the master suite. But the moment Vanessa entered the room and closed the door, the sweet expression she had been wearing vanished completely.

 Her lips tightened, her eyes darkened, and a bitter look took over her face. She walked slowly around the room, observing every detail with a mix of envy and resentment. She gently ran her hand over the bed sheets, but her voice came out filled with bitterness. “So, this is it, huh, Valerie?” she muttered. “You got everything. A luxury home, a perfect husband, a baby on the way.

 You really did get it all.” She sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, eyes locked in the distance before whispering to herself, “But this this should have been mine. All of it. just mine and it will be. It will. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

 Vanessa instantly changed her expression, swapping the bitterness for a soft, polite smile. Come in, she said, already getting up. Paul appeared at the door, holding a tray with a glass. “Here’s the passion fruit juice you asked for,” he said politely. Vanessa walked slowly toward him and closed the door gently. Then she approached, took the glass, but completely ignored the drink.

 Instead, she locked eyes with the butler and let out a short, provocative laugh. Ma’am, you’re still calling me that, she said, laughing. No need for formalities. Not when we’re alone. Paul smiled, slightly embarrassed. I’m just staying in character. Vanessa let out another short laugh and without hesitation threw herself into his arms. The kiss came fast, intense, and she quickly pulled him by the hand towards the bed.

 Under the sheets, their bodies entangled. Vanessa finally seemed relaxed. “Are you sure it’s safe for me to be here with you?” Paul whispered. Vanessa smiled slightly and replied, “Don’t worry. I know my sister well. She’s probably already asleep by now, especially being this pregnant, and I locked the door. No one’s going to find us.

” Paul nodded slowly, though his gaze still held a hint of doubt. He looked up at Vanessa. The room was quiet, but thick with tension. “So?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “What’s the plan?” Vanessa stared at him firmly. There was no hesitation in her tone, no trace of doubt in her eyes. “The plan’s the same as always. It hasn’t changed,” she said coldly.

 “We’re sending my sweet little sister straight to the coffin.” Those words sent a chill down Paul’s spine. He knew well the resentment Vanessa harbored toward Valerie, but hearing it said so bluntly, so coldly, unsettled him. He couldn’t understand how someone could harbor such hatred toward their own sister and worse, a twin. Vanessa began to unleash her fury without holding back.

 This is all her fault. It’s always been her fault,” she shouted, getting out of bed and pacing back and forth. She was always the favorite, the perfect one, the twin everyone loved. Everything always fell into her lap. Even Edward, she got him, too. I was supposed to be the one married to him. I was supposed to be the one living in this mansion, owning this whole empire.

With every word, Vanessa’s tone grew sharper, her breathing faster. Her face tightened into a bitter, shadowed expression. The truth was crystal clear. Vanessa hated her own sister with every fiber of her being. Though they were twins, they couldn’t be more different.

 While Valerie was sweet, simple, and generous, Vanessa was driven by envy, greed, and contempt for others. She tried to hide it, tried to mimic her sister, copied her gestures, her speech, her way of carrying herself. But deep down, what she truly felt was jealousy and hatred. The more she watched Valerie achieve things in life, the more her own failures felt like a slap in the face.

The final straw came the day Edward entered their lives. At the time, Valerie had accepted an extra job at a children’s party to make some extra money. Knowing her sister was also short on cash, she invited Vanessa to come along. Vanessa hated kids, but she agreed anyway. That event would change everything.

 The party was for Edward’s niece, the heir to a powerful business empire. The moment Vanessa found that out, she was hooked. She did everything she could to get his attention, tried to stand out, but it was useless. Edward only had eyes for Valerie, and in no time, the two were together, in love. Back in the guest room, Paul shifted in bed and looked at Vanessa with a hint of concern.

 “There’s no other way,” he asked. “Couldn’t you, I don’t know, steal her husband? Make Edward fall in love with you?” Vanessa let out a sigh of impatience and rolled her eyes. “Of course not.” She snapped, pacing again, agitated. “You think he’s going to leave her now with a baby on the way? That brat is a bond between them.

 Don’t you get it? As long as she’s alive, if that baby is born, Edward will never be mine. He’ll never see me as the perfect woman. The only solution is to get Valerie out of the way for good. her and that demon baby. She stopped beside the bed and grabbed her purse from the armchair. With a sinister smile, she unzipped it and proudly pulled out a small vial.

“Here it is,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “My ticket to a new life. Potassium cyanide. This will send Valerie straight to hell.” Paul swallowed hard. He stared at the clear liquid in the vial with growing unease in his stomach. But before he could say anything, he noticed another vial inside the bag. His eyes went straight to it.

 “And what’s that one?” he asked, pointing. Vanessa pulled out the second vial with the same triumphant look. “This is my plan B,” she explained. “It’s a substance that causes cardiac arrest. Makes the person look dead. Barely any vital signs, but it doesn’t actually kill. It’s temporary.

 Might come in handy to knock Edward out in case we need to get him out of the way while we handle things.” She laughed to herself as she spoke. She started pacing the room again, still holding the vials. Her expression was one of someone who could already see the future she longed for. “Edward’s going to be shattered when Valerie dies,” she said, smiling. He’ll cry, isolate himself. He’ll need comfort.

 And guess who will be there? Me, the twin sister, the compassionate soul. I’ll say my house burned down or some tragedy happened and I’ll ask to stay for a few days. Of course, he’ll take me in. Vanessa kept going, thrilled with her own fantasy. Then little by little, I’ll take up space. I’ll take care of him, console him until he can’t live without me.

 I’ll become the new lady of this house, owner of the empire, owner of everything.” She looked at Paul, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “And the best part? No one will suspect a thing. After all, I’m the grieving sister, the caring twin. Everyone will embrace me. Everyone knows how much I love my dear sister.

” After the monologue, the twisted woman let out a chilling, sinister laugh. Paul crossed his arms and watched her in silence for a few seconds. Then he started clapping slowly in a half sarcastic gesture. I have to admit, it’s quite the plan, Paul said. But what about me? Where do I fit in all this? I’m not getting my hands dirty just to end up empty-handed.

Vanessa slowly moved closer, slipping back into her seductive tone. She sat beside him and ran a finger down his chest. “You’ve already gained so much, my love, especially the most important thing,” she said with a sly smile. “You got me. I’m the one who got you in here. Got you out of that pigsty you used to work in. Remember that? I used my contacts, pulled strings.

 You’re the trusted butler in this house because of me.” She paused, then continued, her tone darker now. “But I promise you, once Edward is in my hands and I marry him with full community of property, I’ll get rid of him, too. He needs to pay for not choosing me in the first place. All of this will be ours. This house, the money, the companies, the empire, we’ll live like king and queen.

 Nothing will stop us.” Paul looked at her for a few more moments. His mind seemed conflicted, but his hunger for power and for Vanessa was stronger than any sense of morality. Vanessa then held his chin gently and whispered with venomous charm, “So, are you in or not? Will you help me wipe my sweet little sister off the face of the earth, bury that little  6 ft under?” The silence that followed was heavy.

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 Now, back to our story. Paul walked up to Vanessa with a fixed gaze, the same intensity as always. He stopped in front of her, looked deep into her eyes, and said with a cynical smile, “You know I’m crazy about you, right? There’s nothing, absolutely nothing. You ask that I won’t do. If it’s the coffin you want your sister in, that’s exactly where she’s going.

” Vanessa smiled, satisfied, a dangerous, poisonous smile that said she was fully in control. “Perfect,” she replied, clicking her tongue lightly. But Paul still had one question. He ran a hand through his hair and asked, “So, when’s it happening?” “Tomorrow. Are we ending her then?” Vanessa, always cold and calculating, slowly shook her head.

 “Of course not, Silly. You think I’d rush something like this? I know Valerie. She’s healthy, strong. If she dies suddenly, people will start asking questions. Edward’s smart, too. He wouldn’t take it lightly. There are still a few weeks until Valerie gives birth. The plan is to poison her slowly and then take her down. She stood and walked over to her suitcase, tucked into the corner of the room.

 She opened the zipper calmly, like someone preparing the final act of a dark play. From inside, she pulled out a black dress, flowing, made of fine fabric with delicate lace details. “Look at this. I even picked out the dress for her funeral,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “I’ve thought of everything. Edward is going on a trip in a few days.

If that miserable woman doesn’t go into labor before then, it’ll be the perfect moment. Paul watched in silence. He felt the weight of what they were about to do. But his desire for Vanessa and everything she promised kept him tangled in that insane plan. The next morning, sunlight poured into the house.

 It was a beautiful day, the kind that tricks the heart. Valerie woke up glowing, her heart light. She was excited about her sister’s visit and without thinking twice decided to prepare a special breakfast. With the help of the cook, Valerie set up a table full of treats. Fresh fruit, assorted breads, natural juices, and of course, the carrot cake with chocolate glaze that their mother used to make.

 She wanted to please Vanessa. She wanted her sister to feel welcome, loved. Meanwhile, in the guest room, Vanessa was slowly waking up. Still lying in bed, she felt the warmth of Paul beside her. She ran her fingers through his hair, and before anyone could walk in, she shoved him firmly. “Go get out before someone sees you,” she ordered coldly.

 Paul got dressed in a rush and slipped out through the back door of the room, trying not to draw attention. Soon after, Vanessa followed the smell of food into the kitchen. As she turned the corner, she came face to face with Valerie, who was putting the final touches on the table. The pregnant woman smiled brightly.

 “My god, I can’t believe you did all this,” Vanessa exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. “I did it with the cook’s help,” Valerie said shy. “But I picked everything you love, even mom’s cake.” Vanessa walked over with a forced smile and hugged her sister. “Thank you. Really,” she said with fake tears in her eyes. “But inside she thought, fix up the banquet all you want, little sister.

Your days are numbered. Nothing’s going to save you from hell.” The two sat at the table. Vanessa, in a protective tone, quickly changed her approach. Look, as much as I love this, I don’t want to see you in the kitchen anymore. Got it? You’re in your final weeks. Your only focus now should be the baby.

 Let me take care of everything. Valerie smiled, touched. I’m so lucky to have you as my sister. I feel the same, Valerie, Vanessa said, picking up a plate. But now, let’s eat. Since you prepared everything, let me at least serve you. As she plated food for her sister, Vanessa poured a glass of orange juice.

 With a subtle, quick, and discreet motion, she pulled a tiny vial from her pocket and slipped in a small amount of potassium cyanide, just enough to trigger the first symptoms. “All done,” she said sweetly, handing her the glass. “Drink it all.” Okay. Valerie took it without suspecting a thing. She drank the whole glass while they chatted about trivial things.

 The morning went on as usual, but not for long. About an hour later, Valerie began feeling an odd discomfort. Cold sweat, nausea, dizziness. She stood up, staggering, and ran to the bathroom. Locked inside, she vomited everything she had eaten. Outside, Vanessa played the role of concerned sister. You okay, sis? Want me to call Edward? No, no need, Valerie answered weakly.

It’s just a little nausea. I’ll be fine. A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, still pale. Vanessa was right there holding a blanket. You’re spending the rest of the day in bed. I’ll take care of everything. But I Valerie tried to argue. No, buts. I’m here for you. Let me take care of you.

 And from that day forward, the cruel plan began. Every day, with Paul’s help, Vanessa added small amounts of poison to her sister’s food or drink. All done with precision so no one would suspect. And with each dose, Valerie grew weaker, more worn out. Edward, always attentive, began to worry. “You’re really pale, love.

 I think we should go to the hospital, he said one afternoon, gently touching her face. Vanessa overheard and rushed to tell Paul. The butler grew nervous, pacing back and forth. If the doctor finds out, we’re screwed. But Vanessa simply gave him a calm smile. He won’t find anything. I’m not stupid, Paul. I’m using tiny doses. They don’t show up in routine tests.

 You really think I’d let everything fall apart now? She grabbed his face firmly and added, “Trust me, this story is going to end exactly how I planned it, and no one, absolutely no one is going to suspect a thing.” And that’s exactly how it all happened.

 The doctor ran a series of tests on Valerie, ultrasounds, blood work, blood pressure, heart rate, but nothing unusual was detected. No clear explanation for the persistent nausea, dizziness, or constant fatigue. “Your tests look perfect, Mrs. Valerie,” the doctor said, calmly reviewing the papers. “Your health is normal, and the baby’s heartbeat is within the expected range.

” Still uncomfortable with everything she’d been feeling, Valerie decided to ask, “Could it be? I don’t know. just from the pregnancy. These symptoms are really intense, the doctor thought for a few seconds before replying. Well, it’s rare to feel this kind of intensity at the end of a pregnancy, but it can happen. Yes, every body reacts differently. Yours might just be more sensitive.

 I recommend more rest until the baby is born. Vanessa, who had been closely monitoring everything, quickly jumped in. What matters is that she’s okay, right, doctor? And now she’s going home to get complete rest until the baby arrives. Valerie forced a smile, partly relieved, but still uneasy about the weakness that just wouldn’t go away.

 It’s so good having you here, sis, she said, taking her sister’s hand. You’ve helped me so much. Edward, who was also in the office, smiled and added, “Vanessa’s an angel.” With her usual sweet and innocent smile, the villain replied, “Everything I do is for my sister’s well-being. She’s the only thing that matters to me in this world.” But the moment Edward and Valerie turned their backs, the mask slipped again.

Vanessa continued to poison her sister’s food without an ounce of remorse, mixing small doses of potassium cyanide into juices, smoothies, even tea. And she wasn’t doing it alone. She passed the substance to Paul, her loyal butler, who discreetly added it to Valerie’s meals. Little by little, Valerie began to decline.

 She spent more and more time lying down, constantly nauseous and drained. I don’t know what’s happening to me, she would say often, trying to understand the source of her weakness. Must be what the doctor said, sis, Vanessa would reply, pretending concern. Maybe your body is just reacting differently at this stage like he said, “But it’ll pass, okay? The baby will be here soon and everything will be better.

” And then came the long awaited moment, Edward’s business trip. The businessman was anxious, pacing nervously, unsure about leaving home with Valerie in that condition. “I don’t know. I don’t feel good about leaving you like this, love, he said, watching Valerie with concern.

 Vanessa, using her sweet voice and manipulative tone, stepped in immediately. Edward, don’t worry. I’m here to take care of her. I won’t leave Valerie’s side for a second. You can count on me. Valerie, still weak, nodded. It’s just a weekend. You have to go. That meeting is important and I I’ll be fine. Edward sighed, heart heavy, but eventually gave in to their encouragement.

 He said goodbye to his wife with a long kiss, gently caressed her belly, and left, unaware that he was leaving his wife in the hands of a killer. The next morning, Vanessa knocked on the bedroom door with a tray in her hands, just like she did every day. Good morning, sis. I really went all out today. Okay. I brought everything you love. Let’s eat.

 The baby needs to stay strong and healthy. Valerie gave a faint smile despite having no appetite. All right, I’ll try to eat a little. Vanessa placed the tray on the bed and said, “I’m going to go throw some laundry in the wash. Didn’t bring much with me. I’ll be right back to grab the tray. Just call me if you need anything.” Okay.

Okay, thank you, Valerie replied lying down. As soon as Vanessa left, something stirred in Valerie’s mind. She looked at the glass of juice and for the first time hesitated. She touched the rim with her fingertips and thought, “Every time I’ve gotten sick, it’s been after I eat.

” She began to study the plate, the utensils, the smell of the food, the color of the juice. But how could that be possible? Everyone in the house eats the same food. Vanessa, Edward, the staff, and no one else ever got sick. Still, she decided to test a theory. She grabbed a napkin and carefully began hiding the food under the bed inside a plastic container she used for snacks.

 When she finished, she arranged the tray as if she had eaten everything, a disguise since she knew Vanessa wouldn’t be happy if she refused to eat. A few minutes later, the wicked sister returned. “Wow, you ate everything. That makes me so happy,” she said, smiling. She placed a bucket beside the bed and added, “If you feel sick, just use this. Okay.

” That’s when something stirred in Valerie’s heart. She frowned. Why was her sister already expecting her to feel sick? But she decided not to question it. Not yet. Keep resting. Okay, Vanessa said as she picked up the tray. No walking around. But something was different that day. Valerie felt better. The Norer didn’t come, nor did the dizziness.

 With her body feeling lighter and a knot in her throat, she decided to get up. She walked carefully through the house. She needed to move, to think, to understand. Then, as she passed through one of the hallways, she heard something coming from the far end of the sitting room. She stopped. Her eyes narrowed. It was Vanessa.

 She was talking to someone very closely. It was Paul. Valerie hid behind a column and watched. She saw Vanessa grab the butler’s arm and whisper, “Let’s go to my room. We need to finalize the last details of the plan. Today’s the day that idiot finally gets what she deserves.” Valerie brought a hand to her mouth, trying to contain the gasp.

 Plan? What did she mean by that? Who is she calling an idiot? Her heart began to pound. The world spun around her as if everything were about to collapse. It didn’t make sense. Or did it? Without wasting a second, with her heart pounding and legs shaking, Valerie ran through the hallways of the mansion. Her body was still weak, but instinct spoke louder.

 She needed to find out what was really happening. She had to be sure of what she’d just heard. Reaching the bedroom where Vanessa was staying, she took a deep breath, slipped in quietly, and hid inside the closet. Her fingers trembled as she held the edge of the door slightly a jar, opening a narrow gap to spy on the room. And that’s when she saw it.

 Vanessa, her sister, the one who told her everyday how much she loved her, now wore a sadistic smile and paced the room like a soap opera of villain. Valerie could barely believe her eyes. “It’s today,” Vanessa said with a cruel gleam in her eyes. “Tonight, that idiot Valerie doesn’t make it past dinner.

” She opened her suitcase, pulled out the vial of cyanide, and waved it in the air like a trophy. “And since Edward’s traveling, I won’t even need the other stuff. No more deep sleep that mimics death. Tonight’s the real deal. Fatal dose. straight to the coffin. Paul, leaning against the wall, had his arms crossed. His expression was no longer that of an eager accomplice, but of a man torn in doubt.

 “You’re really going to send your sister to the grave?” he asked, staring at the vial. “Of course I am.” Vanessa snapped with a wicked smile. “I hate that woman. I’ve hated her since we were kids. She always got everything. Now it’s my turn to rule.” Inside the closet, Valerie brought a hand to her mouth. Tears streamed down her face.

 Every word felt like a stab to the heart. That wasn’t her sister. That was a monster. Paul tried to challenge her, unsure. And what if she refuses to drink it? Vanessa let out a short, mocking laugh. She’ll drink it. She always drinks. She always eats everything I give her. And if by any chance she dares say no, she stopped, locking eyes with Paul, her gaze cold as ice, I’ll finish her myself with my own hands.

 I’ll make her look me in the eyes while she takes her last breath, and then I’ll smile over her coffin. Valerie felt the air leave her lungs, her stomach clenched with panic. She placed a hand on her belly as if her touch could shield her baby. she thought. I won’t let her kill us. I’ll protect my child, even if it’s the last thing I do.

A few minutes later, Vanessa ended the conversation with Paul. Now, I’m going to pretend to be the sweet, worried sister again, just for a few more hours. The two left the room. Desperate, Valerie waited a few seconds before coming out of the closet and escaped quietly, unnoticed. She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, pretending everything was normal.

 Vanessa arrived soon after, surprised to find the bed empty. “Huh, sis, where were you?” Valerie appeared in the hallway, faking calm. “I just went to get a glass of water,” she replied, forcing a smile. Vanessa smiled back sweetly, slipping back into her sugary voice. “Oh, but you should have called me. I would have brought it to you. Inside, Valerie wanted to scream.

 She wanted to punch her, rip that fake mask right off her sister’s face, but she took a deep breath, trying not to show anything. “I just needed to stretch my legs a bit, but I’ll stay quiet now, rest the rest of the day.” “Perfect,” Vanessa replied with a grin. “And for dinner, I thought I’d make something special for you.

 You can pick whatever you want.” Valerie didn’t hesitate and took the chance to begin her counter plan. Anything’s fine, sis. I just want it with orange juice. Oh, and if it’s not too much trouble, I’d like it in my favorite cup. That red one with the little golden droplet details. It’s my lucky cup. Maybe it’ll help me feel better. There’s only one in the kitchen.

Oh, of course. Lucky cup, huh? Vanessa said with a sly smile. There’s only one in the kitchen. Easy to find. That’s right. Valerie nodded. Bring my juice in that one, sis. Vanessa agreed and left the room, already picturing the scene. Her sister sipping from that cup and dropping dead minutes later.

 What she didn’t know was that there wasn’t just one cup. Valerie had discovered an entire set identical to it, and everything was already in place. In the kitchen, she left only one of the cups visible. The rest she hid in her room, and in one of them, she prepared her counterattack. She filled it with orange juice and carefully added the contents of the vial, the same substance she’d overheard Vanessa mention, the one that caused a temporary cardiac arrest, mimicking death.

 Her mind racing, she crafted her plan. When Vanessa brought her dinner, she would pretend to drink the juice her sister served. But in truth, she’d drink the one already hidden under her bed. Valerie knew it was risky. She knew it could go wrong. But she also knew that confronting Vanessa face to face at that moment would be even more dangerous.

Call the police, risk a confrontation. Her sister was crazy enough to kill her on the spot without a second thought. That’s it. She thought, “I’ll fool her, pretend I died, and when I wake up in a hospital far from this nightmare, I’ll tell them everything, everything, and send that woman straight to prison.” She looked down at her belly, gently caressing it.

 “It’s going to be okay, my love. Mommy’s going to protect you. And that witch, she’ll pay for everything. And so on that fateful night, nothing went as Vanessa had planned. Absolutely nothing. What she didn’t know was that her sister, Valerie, had already uncovered it all.

 Vanessa entered the room with the tray in hand and the most fake smile she’d ever managed to force. Dinner time, sis,” she said, figning tenderness. There it was, the juice. The same red cup with golden droplet details that Valerie had requested. Inside it, a massive dose of potassium cyanide. Lethal. Valerie, struggling to stay calm with every fiber of her being, took the cup, and the moment her sister turned away, she switched it with the one hidden under the bed.

 She drank in one gulp the liquid that would cause her heart to slow and stop just for a while. Vanessa watched her slowly slump against the pillows, eyes closing, body going limp, and smiled. A dark victorious smile. Finally. Peace, she whispered before heading back to her room where she lay down calmly, ready to pretend that everything had happened while she was asleep. But fate has its own plans.

 Edward, overwhelmed by a bad feeling, returned from his trip earlier than expected. An earlier flight, a tight chest. He arrived home in the middle of the night, silent. walked into the room and saw the scene that shattered him. Valerie lying there motionless cold. “Valerie!” he cried, running to her. “Baby, no! No! Please God!” Vanessa appeared seconds later, putting on a convincing show of shock, hands to her mouth, tears falling.

 She dropped to her knees. No, no, she she was fine when I went to bed. Devastated, Edward immediately called the hospital. He begged for help. He demanded a full investigation. The medical team arrived quickly along with the experienced coroner, Miles. As they searched the room, the first thing they found was the cup, the one Valerie had purposely left under the bed, still holding traces of poisoned juice.

 Miles analyzed the contents seriously, then looked at Edward and nodded slowly. This has cyanide. I’m almost certain. We’ll need a full autopsy. Vanessa’s spine went ice cold. Her face drained of color. At the word autopsy, she realized maybe, just maybe, fate was turning against her.

 Edward, consumed by grief and rising suspicion, went into shock. Is that it? She was murdered. In the hallway, Paul began to sweat. Pressed against the wall, he whispered to Vanessa. “They’re going to find out. They’re going to find out everything. We’re going to prison.” “Shut up,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I always find a way. Always.” And then everything came full circle.

 Back in the morg, Richard and Miles were preparing for the autopsy of the pregnant woman. Valerie’s body lay on the steel table. But before a single cut could be made, she moved. Her eyes opened slowly. The faint sound of her voice filled the silent room. Help! Help me! My baby! Richard froze, stunned, Blam, but reacted quickly. He grabbed a glass of water, helped Valerie sit up.

 Miles stood in disbelief. The woman was alive. After hours, alive. Valerie slowly regained awareness. She looked at the two doctors, tears in her eyes, and said, “My sister, my sister tried to kill me. Please help me.” It was at that exact moment that someone knocked at the door of the morg.

 Miles looked at Richard and said, “Stay with her. Don’t make a sound. I’ll be right back.” He opened the door to the other room and froze. There stood Vanessa. The doctor immediately noticed, identical to the woman on the autopsy table, but no pregnant belly, her hair loose, and a gaze. A gaze cold enough to chill the bones.

 Good evening, doctor, she said, walking in confidently. I need your help, she tried to seduce, tried to negotiate, offered money, power, even her own body. Miles, experienced as he was, showed no reaction. He kept a neutral face, but his hand was already in his coat pocket, secretly recording everything with his phone.

 Meanwhile, in the other room, Richard quietly picked up the phone and called the police. Vanessa, thinking she was still in control, moved closer to Miles, touched his arm, promised him everything under the sun. All you need to do is make the report disappear. Say it was cardiac arrest. You understand? You have everything to gain. A lot of money, and best of all, me.

That’s when the other door opened and Valerie appeared alive. Vanessa turned pale in an instant. Her hand trembled. Time stopped. “You,” she whispered. Richard held Valerie gently. Miles smiled and said, “Your sister is alive.” Vanessa tried to improvise. She rushed to her sister, eyes full of tears. “Oh my god, you’re alive.

 I I had a feeling I needed to come, that something was wrong. I don’t know what I’d do without you. But Valerie wasn’t fooled. “Don’t come near me.” She shouted, stepping back. “I heard everything, Vanessa. Every word. You tried to kill me. You and Paul. But I used your own plan against you.” Vanessa turned completely pale.

 She looked at everyone, tried to run, but it was too late. Edward stepped into the hallway with fire in his eyes. He had followed Vanessa, suspicious of her strange behavior. He had heard most of her conversation with Miles. It’s over, Vanessa. And at that moment, the police arrived. Two officers grabbed her firmly. Vanessa kicked, screamed, cursed, “You’ll all pay.

 Every one of you.” Paul was also arrested. Caught trying to flee the mansion with a suitcase full of cash and fake documents. In the days that followed, the case spread across the country. The story of the twin sister who tried to murder her pregnant sister out of envy made headlines everywhere. Vanessa was convicted.

 She got over 20 years in prison. And even behind bars, she never showed remorse. Only hate. Hate for losing. Paul, her accomplice, also paid the price. Betrayed by Vanessa, he tried to shift the blame, but the recordings and testimonies were undeniable. Valerie survived and blossomed.

 Just a few weeks later, she gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy full of life. Beside Edward, who never left her side again, she promised to raise their son with all the love in the world.