Love and Hate, Great Sadness Without TearsBOOK1-Chapter 1
I arrived at the kindergarten to pick up my three-year-old son, but instead, I walked into a nightmare.
A crazed man, wielding a knife, was attacking indiscriminately. Without hesitation, I shielded my son with my body, feeling the cold steel pierce my flesh again and again. Pain exploded through me as I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood.
Willy Nelson, my husband, arrived just in time. He subdued the attacker and turned him over to the police, then rushed us to the hospital, summoning the best medical team in the city. As I was wheeled toward the operating room, weak and barely clinging to consciousness, I forced out a desperate question.
"How is my son?"
Willy's red-rimmed eyes wavered. He hesitated, then finally spoke, his voice trembling. "He lost too much blood... He didn't make it."
His words shattered me. The grief was so unbearable that my body gave in—I blacked out completely. What I forgot to mention before surgery was that I was immune to anesthesia. I regained consciousness in the middle of a hushed conversation between Willy and the doctor.
"Mr. Nelson, the child could have been saved. Why did you order us to stop resuscitation?" The doctor's voice was thick with disbelief. "That was your own son—he was only three!"
Willy's reply was cold, devoid of sorrow. "I never wanted him to live. His birth was a mistake. How dare he ask me for a birthday present? Was he already eyeing the company's inheritance?"
My blood ran cold.
"Sophia and I have a son who's about to turn eighteen. I promised her I'd give him the company as a coming-of-age gift. I won’t let anyone take that away from him."
My mind reeled. The love I thought we shared, the marriage I believed in—it had all been a lie. I had been living in a carefully constructed hell.
Fine. If that was what he wanted, I would grant him his wish.
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The doctor sighed as he examined my wounds. "Madam was gravely injured, but her uterus is intact. She may still have the chance to bear children in the future."
Willy's voice turned sharp. "Who gave you permission to preserve it? Remove it completely. I want her to never conceive again."