I am woken by someone whispering. "I'm pregnant, Gracie. Your husband is the father of my unborn child. I hope your not comfortable with being his wife. I'm going to take back what's mine. Even if I have to bury you." She laughs.

　　"Come on, Abrielle. You shouldn't be in this room." A male says.

　　"Why not? That bitch took my husband from me and she's getting away with it."

　　"You're mine, Abrielle. You have to let go of Chad and better yourself for the sake of our child. If you don't I'm going to take our child from you. Then you won't have anyone. We're married now."

　　"I don't...