Betrayed by My Husband, Loved by My First FiancéChapter 1
On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband, who had been diagnosed with azoospermia, suddenly had morning sickness. Then, the screen showing my photo changed. After that, it began to play 365 private photos of my husband in bed with his assistant.
While I stood there frozen, the assistant calmly took Michael Coldsworth's hand.
"I made a wish at the annual meeting," the assistant, Regina Wilde, said.
"I wish that your husband would help me have a child. Don't worry, ma'am. We're only partners in this. There are no feelings involved."
Michael looked at me with guilt in his eyes.
"Weren’t you hoping for a child too?" he said.
"Now you don’t have to go through the pain of pregnancy."
I slapped both of them on the spot.
Michael watched as his assistant ran off crying, then turned around and tried to comfort me with a soft voice.
The next day, I was attacked. A sack was thrown over my head, I was blindfolded, slapped 99 times and stabbed in the lower abdomen. I was lying there bleeding. During the emergency treatment, I heard Michael's voice through the haze.
"It's fine if Elizabeth's child can’t be saved. Regina’s baby is still safe."
"What if your wife wants a divorce after finding out?" another voice asked.
"Divorce? Where could she go? She's just an orphan."
When I came out of surgery, I saw over a hundred missed calls.
I returned one of them. The call was answered instantly and I spoke first.
"I need someone to marry me right away. Are you in?"
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Outside the ward, I heard the doctor and Michael speaking softly, their voices drifting in and out.
"Mr. Coldsworth, the wound on Mrs. Coldsworth’s abdomen is too deep. She may never be able to conceive again."
"How is Regina? She was very emotional last night. Could that affect the baby?"
The doctor paused, surprised.
"Miss Wilde is physically healthy. Her previous surgery was successful. She's fully recovered from infertility. She’s a healthy woman now."
Michael let out a breath of relief.
"Good ... That’s good."
"Elizabeth doesn't need recovery. If she can't get pregnant again, that's ideal. I will never forget seeing my sister lying in the morgue."
He let out a cold laugh.
"Even if I didn’t have azoospermia, I would never let someone like her carry a child from the Coldsworth Family."
A tear rolled down my cheek. A voice on the phone brought me back to the moment.