My Long Lost Sister Was My Husband's MistressChapter 1
"Congratulation, Mrs. Holmes! Your baby is perfectly healthy."
The doctor smiled warmly, then added with a hint of caution, "But you must be very careful. If you lose this eighth child... you may never be able to conceive again."
My heart leapt. Clutching the prenatal report, I hurried to the office, my hands trembling with excitement.
Today was our eighth wedding anniversary.
Our baby—also eight months along—was the best gift I could ever give my husband, Weston.
In one hand, I held the medical report; in the other was a billion-dollar contract I had just secured for his company.
I wanted to surprise him.
But just as my fingers brushed the door handle, a familiar, honeyed voice stopped me cold.
"Weston, for your sake, my sister has already lost seven babies. Are you really willing to let her lose the eighth one too?"
My long-lost sister, Patricia, was sitting on my husband's lap, her arms looped around his neck.
"Mm," he murmured, his tone low and tender. "The doctor said that as long as we take the umbilical cord blood from her eighth child, your body will recover completely. After that, I'll give her another baby."
"Besides," he added, brushing her hair aside, "you're already pregnant. The rightful heir of the Holmes family can only be our child."
A deafening buzz filled my ears. My mind went blank.
For Patricia's sake... my husband had planned to kill our baby?
I froze where I stood, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.
This couldn't be true...
Just this morning, Weston had rested his hand on my belly, whispering softly to our child, telling me how much he looked forward to becoming a father.
No. He wouldn't... he couldn't...
But memories of my past miscarriages flooded back like a nightmare I could never escape.
The first child was just three months old.
We were at the hospital for a checkup when one of his enemies ambushed him. I shielded him from the attack and lost the baby.
The second time, he hired bodyguards to protect me around the clock. But a runaway truck rammed into my car on my way home.
I spent three days in the ICU, and when I woke up, the baby was gone.
The third time was when his company was about to go public. I told him I was pregnant, and he held me so tightly I could hardly breathe. He swore he'd protect me no matter what.
But then, he was dragged into a gang war.