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When I pulled my hand away to leave, she threw boiling soup at me in rage.<\/p>\n
As the hot liquid hit my pregnant belly, my scream echoed through the room. I collapsed on the floor, clutching my stomach while they all just stood there watching. My husband walked in and instead of helping said, \u201cNow look what you made her do. What happened next was shocking.\u201d<\/p>\n
The burns covered my abdomen in angry red welts. I could feel the heat radiating through my skin even as shock numbed the worst of the pain. My hands pressed against where our baby should have been safe, protected, growing. The kitchen floor felt cold beneath me, a stark contrast to the fire spreading across my belly.<\/p>\n
My mother-in-law, Patricia, stood above me with the empty pot still in her hand. Her face showed no remorse, only irritation that I had caused such a scene. My father-in-law, Gerald, had already turned away, muttering about dinner being ruined. And my husband, God, my husband, Tyler, just stood in the doorway with his briefcase, looking at me like I was a piece of furniture that had fallen over and caused an inconvenience.<\/p>\n