While I Was in Labor, He Was Welcoming Another Woman’s ChildChapter 1

Three months into my pregnancy, my husband got his brother's widow pregnant.

I demanded a divorce. He dropped to his knees and begged. "After my brother died, she cried every single day. She begged me to give her something to live for."

"I never agreed to it. But she went behind my back and stole my sample from the sperm bank..."

My heart felt like it had been ripped wide open, but for the sake of our baby, I chose to forgive him.

I never expected what would happen the day I went into labor. Every doctor, every nurse in the hospital vanished.

My mother-in-law, Naomi Young, blocked my doorway with a sneer. "Let me be honest with you. Vivian is carrying a boy. To make sure she delivers the Young family's firstborn son, every doctor in this hospital has been sent to administer her labor-inducing drugs."

"You couldn't produce a single egg in seven years. What makes you think you compare to Vivian, who got it right on the first try?"

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Then I heard my husband's voice, cold and businesslike, giving orders into his phone. "Clean it up. Make absolutely sure Phoebe Henson never finds out our marriage certificate is fake."

Benedict Young let out a bitter laugh at whoever was on the other end. "I don't have a choice. I already failed my brother. I can't fail Vivian too. If I want my child with Vivian registered first, Phoebe will just have to deal with it."

"Besides, Phoebe lost her family a long time ago. And she'd never leave me. That night Vivian and I got drunk and made a stupid mistake, I told Phoebe that Vivian stole my sperm sample, and she believed every word. Didn't she?"

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So that was all I was to him. A fool.

I wanted to storm over and confront him, but a warm gush of blood soaked the sheets beneath me.

"Save my baby... please..."

Benedict came rushing toward me, but Naomi's voice stopped him dead in his tracks. "No! Vivian is only three centimeters dilated. She can't deliver before you get back!"

He froze where he stood.

Then he walked over and tried to soothe me. "Phoebe, the doctors are at a conference. Don't worry, they'll be here any minute."

My body went rigid. I felt like I'd been plunged into ice water.

The contractions tore through me, wave after wave of splitting agony.