At my daughter's one-month celebration, my husband expertly unhooked a female college student's bra and had her breastfeed the baby. I was so furious I nearly blacked out. I immediately snatched my daughter away. "You—you've both lost your minds! This is my daughter!" But Adrian suddenly spoke up. "Actually, Ella isn't yours and mine. She's mine and Cynthia's. What's wrong with the biological mother feeding her own child?" "The day we went to the hospital, you fell asleep. I performed the IVF procedure using her eggs." I stood frozen in place, a chill running from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I stared at him in disbelief, while his tone remained calm, as if he were discussing something trivial. "Cynthia's still in school. I didn't want her to suffer through pregnancy, but I wanted to have a child with her." "You've always wanted a baby, right? Perfect—you can raise her. But as the child's biological mother, Cynthia must stand in the center for photos." In that instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I stood there unsteadily, my voice trembling. "You're joking, right? I went through nine rounds of IVF and carried this baby for ten months. How could she not be related to me by blood?" Adrian handed the baby to his student Cynthia. She looked like she was about to cry and wanted to apologize to me, but he stopped her. "Cynthia and I are truly in love. Over the past three years, we've gotten countless hotel rooms and gone through countless condoms." "You'll never get pregnant with my child, because all these years I've given you 999 birth control pills. You probably won't be able to conceive again in this lifetime." "This child can preserve our marriage. Whether you raise her or not is up to you." I gave a self-mocking smile and pulled out my phone to call the police.
Adrian's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it. The entire venue fell deathly silent. Everyone was too shocked to speak, exchanging glances with one another. I looked at the child I'd carried for ten months and given birth to, and couldn't stop the tears from falling. I'd been married to Adrian for five years without getting pregnant. I thought it was my problem, so I underwent nine rounds of IVF. When I finally got pregnant, I cherished it immensely, waiting day after day with anticipation. But the truth was—this was my husband's child with his mistress! And my husband was an obstetrician! Throughout my pregnancy, I had terrible morning sickness. I vomited until I was half-dead. Then during delivery, I hemorrhaged. I only made it back from death's door through sheer willpower. Tears poured down like a broken dam, and pain instantly spread through my entire body. Everyone had congratulated me on the birth of my daughter, but Adrian chose this happy moment to deal me a crushing blow. Adrian helped Cynthia get dressed, then turned and took the baby from my arms. "Photographer, please point your camera at Cynthia and me." They held the baby, smiling sweetly, as if they were the real family. My chest felt crushed by a boulder. I couldn't breathe. In an instant, my whole body turned cold. I glared at the photographer with red eyes. He immediately put down his camera. Adrian sighed and looked at me sternly. "Ella was crying. That's the only reason I had Cynthia feed her. Stop throwing a tantrum." "Olivia, the child has already been born. Cynthia and I are her biological parents. It doesn't matter whether you accept it or not." "Cynthia asked me to hide this from you, but the child will grow up. We can't keep it secret forever. Better to tell you the truth now." "This way Cynthia can visit the child in the future. Don't blame her—this has nothing to do with her." As soon as he finished speaking, he moved Cynthia behind him, as if afraid I might do something. His expression was full of triumph, without a trace of guilt toward me. Already been born? He'd timed this perfectly, certain that now it was a done deal, I had no choice but to accept this child. I looked at Adrian through my tears, struggling to contain my rage. "Are you even human?" Adrian's gaze was cold. "I'm giving you a choice. Either keep the child and we stay married, or refuse and our marriage ends..." I laughed bitterly. Now I finally saw what he was really planning. "You're treating me like a nanny, aren't you? You want me to stay home and take care of the kid so you can go out and romance Cynthia?" "You're gambling that I won't abandon the child after carrying her for ten months. You're using that to manipulate me!" "Adrian, your plan is perfect, but I won't keep this child, and I won't keep you either..."
At those words, the entire venue was shocked again. Even Adrian hadn't expected me to say that. "Olivia, think carefully. If you don't want this child, we're getting divorced right now!" He dared to manipulate me like this because he was certain I loved him so much I couldn't leave. Five years ago, I was also a college student like Cynthia—young and vibrant. During a routine gynecological checkup, I was attracted to the handsome Adrian. From that moment, I pursued him relentlessly. Even after graduation, I still hadn't melted that cold iceberg. The last time we met, I told him I was moving north for work. Adrian panicked for the first time. That night he accepted my confession. We smoothly fell in love and got married. Everything seemed like a fairy tale, falling perfectly into place. The only pain in my heart all these years was not having children. My mother-in-law forced me to drink all kinds of remedies, tormenting me for five whole years. I never imagined that for five years, my own husband had been giving me birth control pills. He made me endure years of humiliation for not being able to conceive, living in constant self-blame. But now, I'd given birth to a child, yet the child didn't carry my blood. How ironic! I took off my dress on the spot, removed my wedding ring and threw it away, then turned to leave. "Adrian, you've overestimated how much I love you. A marriage like this isn't worth keeping." Cynthia rushed to block my way, looking like she was about to cry. "Olivia, I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to interfere with your marriage. It's all my fault. Adrian and I just couldn't resist in the moment..." "If it bothers you, I can stop seeing him. I won't visit the child either. Please don't divorce because of me." As I examined Cynthia carefully, I suddenly recognized her as the high school student I'd sponsored years ago. How ridiculous—the student I sponsored had climbed into my husband's bed. "You're not afraid Adrian and I will divorce. You're afraid no one will take care of the child." "After all, you still have school. If people found out you seduced a married man and had a child out of wedlock, you definitely couldn't continue your education." "I wasted my money sponsoring your education. I raised an ungrateful wolf!" Adrian rushed over and slapped me hard across the face, then pulled Cynthia into his arms. "What are you talking about? Cynthia is innocent. If you have a problem, take it out on me. Don't even think about bullying her." "I suggest you think carefully about whether you want this child. If you raise her, I'll let her call you mom too in the future. You and Cynthia can both be her mothers. But if you keep making a scene like this, don't expect to ever see her again!" I took a deep breath. Ten months of pregnancy—flesh that fell from my body. How could I not feel the pain? But no matter how much it hurt, I had to leave! They'd been hurting me for so long. If I continued to endure, they'd only hurt me deeper. "Threatening me? You should worry about yourself instead." "One obstetrician performing illegal procedures, one college student seducing a married man—if today's video gets posted online, will you two even have the nerve to stay in LA?" Adrian looked at me in disbelief. I didn't hesitate—I turned and left. Suddenly, sharp pains shot through my abdomen. I looked down. Blood was streaming from my lower body. I realized this was from my wound tearing due to emotional stress. I couldn't hold on and collapsed on the spot.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed with my parents beside me, crying their eyes out. They were pointing at Adrian and cursing him. When they saw me wake up, all three surrounded me. "Olivia, you're finally awake! You nearly scared us to death." "Adrian, since you did such shameless things, get out of here right now! Don't bother Olivia!" No matter how much my parents cursed him, he didn't react. He just calmly checked my body. Only after confirming I was okay did he breathe a sigh of relief. I said coldly, "I want to be discharged." He froze in place, looking at me in disbelief. "Olivia, can you stop making a scene? You're in such poor condition right now. You can't leave the hospital." "You need to rest properly in the hospital. If the regular room isn't comfortable, I'll book you a VIP room." I shook my head. "No. I just don't want to see you. Things have come to this point. Why are you still putting on this fake act of concern?" Adrian couldn't convince me, so he carefully helped me check out. "I'll drive you home myself. You can rest in the back seat." "I've been thinking a lot. Cynthia's still young after all. She can't handle the responsibility of caring for a child. Only you are most suitable to be Ella's mother." "As long as you don't expose what's between Cynthia and me, we don't have to divorce." My heart sank. Wasn't hurting me enough? He wanted to keep using me? I ignored him and noticed a fancy gift bag in the back seat containing a necklace. Just as I was about to take it out for a look, he snapped at me. "Don't touch it!" He slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly by the roadside, looking nervous and anxious. Seeming to notice his emotional reaction was off, he immediately snatched the necklace from my hand. "This is expensive. Don't break it by accident." Unfortunately, I'd already seen it. The necklace was engraved with Cynthia's initials. The card said he was giving her 999 gifts, and when he finished, they would get married. This necklace brand was a luxury label. Supposedly you had to fly to France specifically to buy it. He carefully put the necklace away, placing it where I couldn't reach. I suddenly remembered Adrian hadn't given me a gift in many years. Everyone knew doctors were busy. I never asked for anything on birthdays or anniversaries. But the day I gave birth, Adrian—supposedly a renowned obstetrician—wasn't there. Even after the baby was born, he never once said I'd worked hard. In that moment, my heart died. The back seat was filled with many things belonging to him and Cynthia. One item especially caught my eye—a contract. It was Adrian's contract for organizing her wedding. I was shocked and couldn't believe it. My heart was pounding wildly as I closed the contract in terror. The man before me who once said he loved me more than life itself was now truly going to marry someone else. I felt like such a fool to be deceived so thoroughly. I hated myself for being blind, for being such a poor judge of character. Tears blurred my vision. I was choking, almost suffocating. The car slowly drove past a chapel. Years ago, he'd rented out the entire chapel to propose to me. The whole city knew. We held a century wedding that shocked the entire city. He spared no expense designing a castle-like chapel for me. Everyone said he loved me desperately to give me the wedding every girl dreams of. At the wedding he cried with emotion, holding me tightly. He said he could finally be with me forever. Looking back now, it was laughable. His so-called love for me was nothing but lies. When we got home, Adrian personally cooked dinner for me. I busied myself packing my luggage. Seeing this, he blocked the door with his body. I had no time for his act. "Get out of the way! I've already sent you the divorce papers."
Adrian refused to divorce me. He gripped my hand tightly, his eyes red. "Olivia, don't leave. Now's not the time to throw a tantrum. I'm worried about you. Get your health back first!" "Divorce isn't a small matter. You'd better think it through before deciding. You'll have a hard time having children again. Who would want you after divorce?" At the celebration, he threatened me with divorce. Now that I was leaving, he panicked. But I saw right through him. This was just another excuse to stall and torment me. I stared at him blankly, feeling nothing but disgust but not knowing where to begin cursing him. Adrian pulled me into his arms, holding me carefully, apologizing over and over. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I did something terrible to you, but it's already late. If you're leaving, can you leave tomorrow instead?" I raised my hand and slapped him, shoving him away hard. I left without hesitation. Just as I reached downstairs, I suddenly ran into Cynthia. She had a smile on her lips. "Actually, when you were hemorrhaging during childbirth, Adrian was with me. We were doing it in the delivery room next door." "Can you imagine how exciting that was? He said I was so much tighter than you. With just one word from me, he could have abandoned you when you were on death's door." "So he doesn't love you anymore. Just divorce him already." Each word pierced me deeply. Uncontrollable pain swept through my entire body again. The pain cut to the bone, invading every part of my marrow. I ignored her and turned to leave. A scumbag and a homewrecker—perfect match. Walking out of the garage, I realized I'd forgotten my car keys. When I walked back, I overheard their conversation at the door. "Cynthia, I can't bear to have you take care of the child. It's too hard." "I won't divorce Olivia. I'll convince her to stay and raise the child. That way we can continue our romance without the child affecting our relationship." "Don't worry. To make sure she and I can't have children, I'll quietly remove her uterus. I promised only you would bear my child." I was so angry my chest hurt. Fury shot straight to my head. I'd underestimated how shameless these two were. I pulled out my phone to call the police. Suddenly, Cynthia sensed someone outside the door. She opened it and saw me. "Olivia, you—how are you here? Adrian, she didn't hear our whole conversation, did she?" Adrian's expression changed. He roughly dragged me into the room. "You—let go! What are you trying to do? This is illegal!" He ignored me, forcefully tying me up and taking out professional surgical instruments. "Cynthia, take off her clothes. Since you know everything now, I'll just perform the surgery on you right now." "No choice. To keep you from leaving me, to keep you from exposing what's between Cynthia and me, I'll just remove your uterus. Then you'll never be able to have children." Absolutely insane! These two had completely lost their minds! I struggled desperately, screaming for help. Adrian held the scalpel and looked at me, his voice ice-cold. "Olivia, this is for your own good. Be good. With my skills, I won't let you feel pain." Cynthia held a syringe, rolled up my sleeve to inject anesthesia, an evil smile at the corner of her mouth. I was terrified. "No, no! Someone save me..." Adrian cut my skin with the scalpel. Blood sprayed everywhere. I fell into unconsciousness, completely despairing. The next second, a large number of police burst through the door, immediately handcuffing Adrian and Cynthia. Everything they'd just done had been transmitted to the police via my phone call.
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