My Sil Kept “Joking” About My Miscarriage, Until My Husband Heard Her.
Chapter 7: Confronting the Broken Pieces
He arrived 20 minutes later, looking defensive and angry. Evelyn handed Kevin the journal without saying anything.
He started reading through the pages while standing in the middle of the conference room. I watched his face change as he read Rachel’s detailed fantasies about my baby dying.
His hands started shaking when he got to the pages where Rachel had planned out the frame-up. Step by step.
He read about how she’d created fake forum posts. How she’d bought the Pennyroyal herself.
How she’d pressured Ariel into making a false identification. When he finished reading, he sat down hard in a chair.
And put his head in his hands. Kevin looked up at Vikram.
He asked, “If this was really Rachel’s handwriting?”
Vikram nodded and said he’d watched Rachel write in that journal dozens of times. Kevin asked if the receipt was real.
And Vicram showed him the credit card statement proving the purchase. Kevin’s face went completely white.
As he realized his sister had tried to frame me for killing her baby. He’d believed her lies so easily.
Had accused me over the phone without even listening to my side. He’d chosen his sister over his wife when she’d needed him most.
Evelyn showed Kevin the library security footage of Rachel creating the fake forum posts. She showed him Ariel’s corrected statement admitting she’d never actually seen my face.
She walked him through every piece of evidence. Proving the frame-up was premeditated and elaborate.
Kevin started crying and I felt nothing watching him break down. His apologies meant nothing right now because the damage was already done.
He doubted me completely when I’d told him I was being set up. He’d hung up on me when I’d begged him to believe my innocence.
Detective Jason told Kevin that Rachel would be involuntarily committed for psychiatric evaluation. She’d threatened to hurt herself when confronted with the evidence against her.
And the hospital staff had determined she was a danger to herself. Vicram was filing for a temporary separation.
To protect himself while Rachel got treatment. The family would need to decide how to handle her long-term care once the doctors completed their evaluation.
Kevin nodded but didn’t say anything. Still holding his sister’s journal like he couldn’t believe what he’d read.
I left Evelyn’s office with Marina and went straight to my obstetrician’s office. For an emergency appointment.
Dr. Dove took one look at me and brought me into an exam room immediately. She checked my blood pressure and her face got serious when she saw the numbers.
It was dangerously high. Much higher than it should be at eight months pregnant.
She asked about my stress levels and I told her everything that had happened over the past week. The false accusations, the police investigation, my husband believing I’d poisoned his sister.
Dr. Dove put me on modified bed rest right there in her office. She said this level of stress and anxiety could trigger preterm labor.
Or cause other serious complications. My blood pressure needed to come down immediately.
Or she’d have to admit me to the hospital for monitoring. She prescribed medication.
And told me I couldn’t go back to work or do anything strenuous. I needed to rest as much as possible and avoid any additional stress.
The irony wasn’t lost on either of us. That Rachel’s false accusation might actually harm my baby after all.
Just not in the way she’d planned. Marina drove me home and helped me get settled on the couch with pillows and blankets.
She brought me water and made me promise to call if I felt any contractions. Or unusual symptoms.
Kevin tried to come inside when he saw Marina’s car in the driveway. But she blocked the door and told him I needed space right now.
She said, “He could see me when I was ready, not before.”
I heard him arguing with her through the door. Saying he was my husband and had a right to see me.
Marina told him, “He’d lost that right when he’d accused me of murder over the phone.”
I spent the rest of the day lying on the couch, trying to calm down enough that my blood pressure would drop. My baby kicked constantly and I kept my hands on my belly talking to her.
I told her everything would be okay now that the bad woman couldn’t hurt us anymore. But I kept having panic attacks.
Thinking about how close I’d come to being arrested if Jason hadn’t found that library footage. If Ariel hadn’t corrected her statement.
If Vikram hadn’t found that journal, I might be sitting in jail right now waiting for trial. Rachel had almost succeeded in destroying my entire life.
