My Child and I Had to Sacrifice for the Child of My Husband's LoverChapter 1
In my seven months of pregnancy, my mother-in-law, Natalie, resigned from her job to come home and take care of me.
After my prenatal checkup, I took a nap. My back was aching, so I got up and went for a walk. Seeing Natalie napping on the sofa, I approached to cover her with a blanket, but overheard some words from her sleep.
“Thank God, this baby’s heart rate is normal. Our precious grandson has a chance.”
“Once our son inherits the Gonzaga Corporation, she’ll be an orphan and nothing will happen.”
I thought she was just talking nonsense, but the more I listened, the more terrified I became.
My husband, Lorenzo Wegel, worked at Gonzaga Corporation and I was an orphan. It was our first child, so how could she expect a grandson?
I picked up the phone she kept under her pillow and opened WhatsApp to find an unfamiliar family group chat.
Besides her and my husband, there was a woman named “Marcello’s Mom.”
I clicked on “Marcello’s mom’s latest WhatsApp story with the caption “Son, soon you’ll be as healthy as all the other kids.” The attached photo was my baby’s heart ultrasound.
Shocked and terrified, I quickly snapped a screenshot as evidence. Watching Natalie’s peaceful smile in her sleep, I made a silent vow.
If they were going to go to such lengths, I would make sure the Wegel Family had no descendants.
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My heart pounded wildly after placing Natalie’s phone back under her pillow. The venomous words in that WhatsApp group chat sent a cold sweat down my back.
The baby in my womb would be safely born in just two more months. Yet his own father and grandmother were plotting against his very life.
My mind raced, then suddenly I remembered the surveillance camera flashing nonstop in the living room.
Natalie had specifically hired someone to install it, claiming it was for my convenience to check on the baby anytime after work.
After reading the chat history, I discovered that installing the camera at home was “Marcello’s mom’s idea. It was solely for the purpose of monitoring me 24/7.
Realizing this, I quickly hacked into the cloud database and deleted the footage of me looking through Natalie’s phone.
As soon as I closed the laptop, the familiar WhatsApp notification tone rang out. My sleepy mother-in-law glanced warily toward my bedroom.