Back then, I married Alric because I was pregnant. His first love, Seraphina, who had always had feelings for him, was working as an OB-GYN. She volunteered to oversee my pregnancy, claiming she just wanted to help.
I thought she had finally let go of him. I didn’t want to put Alric in a difficult position, so I agreed.
When I was seven months pregnant, Seraphina came to me looking somber.
She pointed at the ultrasound and said, “I’m so sorry, Lyra. You’re not carrying twins. One of them… one of them isn’t even a real baby. It’s a uterine fibroid—it has no limbs. And it’s already bigger than the fetus. If we want to save you and the other baby, we need to induce labor immediately.”
I nearly blacked out. I took the ultrasound results to several hospitals. Every single one gave the same answer.
Grief-stricken and terrified, I finally agreed to the surgery.
Yet, during the C-section, they take out two babies—both fully formed, with hands and feet.
I tried to hold them, but they were barely breathing. They were rushed to the NICU right away.
I was supposed to have a son and a daughter. However, Seraphina’s mistake, my daughter died shortly after birth.
Meanwhile, Adam, my son… he was born with a congenital heart defect. To this day, he lives in constant pain. He can’t even run like normal kids without risking collapse.
I dragged my weak, post-op body to confront Seraphina.
At that, she knelt before me, eyes red, sobbing as she begged for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry, Lyra. I mixed up the ultrasound files. The scan I saw—it wasn’t yours. It belonged to another patient. I was worried… I didn’t double-check… I just thought we had to act fast…”
I thought Alric would be furious too. That he’d be on my side. Yet, he just lit a cigarette and smoked it in silence.
When he finally spoke, he said, “What’s done is done. We’ve already lost one child. If this turns into a scandal, Fina will lose her job. She worked so hard to become head of obstetrics—I can’t let her career go up in flames.”
My chest felt like it had been punched straight through. When I caught the faint smirk playing on Seraphina’s lips—the triumphant one—I finally snapped.
I lunged at her.
But my body, still fragile from giving birth, was no match for hers. She was toned from years of disciplined training.
She leaned in and whispered right by my ear, “You thought having his child would make him marry you? Dream on.”