My Unborn Daughter Warned Me Not to Marry Him

The night before my wedding, my unborn daughter visits me in a dream. She's eighteen, and she just died. She tells me if I marry Josh tomorrow, she won't live to see her next birthday, and I'll spend her whole childhood locked in a psych ward.

I don't believe her, until I catch Josh in bed with the "sick" girl he swore was just a charity case.

I call off the wedding. I walk away with nothing but my baby.

But Josh isn't done chasing me, and neither is the woman who destroyed my life once already. This time, I'm not begging. I'm ending it.