Watching their silhouettes finally disappear, I leaned against the couch, my face pale. I turned on my phone and booked an abortion appointment for three days later.
I would absolutely not let the murderer’s child be born from my womb!
If Conrad planned to kill me at the perfume launch next month…
Then that day, I’d drag the two of them into hell together.
The second after setting the plan, my phone suddenly rang.
I frowned slightly, but in the end, I answered anyway.
“Hi, sorry, is this Ophelia? The baby you’re carrying… It’s not yours and your husband’s. It’s mine. Can I discuss this with you?”
The moment I heard that, my eyes widened in disbelief.
Ophelia’s POV
“What nonsense are you talking about? How could the baby I’m carrying possibly be yours?”
The man on the other end sounded way too calm, unhurriedly explaining, “I’m very sorry, but the baby you’re carrying is indeed mine. The doctor made a mistake during the procedure… and this is the result.”
Then he added, “Because of my family situation, I need a child—and a wife. I believe you could also use my help right now.”
When I heard that, my heart dropped so hard it felt like it hit the floor.
In the dead silence, the only thing I could hear was my own strangled voice.
“Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much?”
The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then explained everything clearly to me.
Because of my health issues, when Conrad said he wanted a baby with me, I was so excited.
But for some reason, years passed and I still couldn’t get pregnant.
Back then, I was very discouraged. Now, it seems that everything had been planned by Conrad and Estelle from the very beginning.
Because she was afraid of pain and didn’t want to give birth, they decided it would be simpler to let me be the surrogate.
And it was exactly because of this that I prepared for pregnancy for several years but still couldn’t get pregnant.
It wasn’t until this year that I finally made up my mind to go to the hospital. I didn’t expect the doctor to mess up and use Zane Montrose’s sperm with my egg. And that’s how this baby happened.
If I had gotten this news earlier, I would probably have been extremely furious, and might even have directly aborted the child.
But after knowing all the truth, the fact that this child is not Conrad’s instead made me incomparably relieved.