My Husband Planned to Kill Our Baby to Save His Lover

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To be with Faye Sinclair, my childhood friend drugged my milk and sent me to an old mans bed.

They took nude photos of me and spread them everywhere, turning me into the city's disgracethe woman everyone wanted to ruin.

My family's company crumbled overnight. Stocks plummeted, debts soared into billions, and ruin swallowed us whole. Unable to bear the shame and devastation, my parents jumped from the rooftop, leaving me an orphan in an instant.

When the creditors cornered me, fists raised, ready to end my life, a man stepped inmy best friend's brother.

He shielded me, knelt before me, and with tens of billions of betrothal gifts, he asked me to be his wife.

I thought he was my salvation. I thought heaven had finally given me a way out.

But two years later, I overheard a conversation that shattered my illusions.

"Mr. Sinclair, your wife is five months pregnant and can no longer take osteoporosis medicine. It will affect the efficacy of the umbilical cord blood."

"I dont understand," the assistant hesitated. "You advised Wesley to destroy your wife's innocence, to ruin her family. And now, you're planning to take her childjust to save Faye? Aren't you afraid she'll find out and leave you?"

Tristan exhaled a slow ring of smoke, his voice indifferent.

"She wont find out. And even if she does, Ill pay her back with my life. As for the child... if she really wants one, Ill give her another."

A chill ran down my spine. My salvation was never real. The man I trusted had orchestrated my downfall from the start.

The assistant still hesitated. "But Faye is only your adopted sister. She has no blood ties to you. Madam has given up everything for youis it really worth this?"

Tristans eyes darkened.

"Of course, its worth it. Faye is the only woman I love. The world wont allow us to be together, so Ill give her happiness in the only way I can. A few liveswhat do they matter?"

He said it without hesitation. Without remorse.

I covered my mouth, but the sobs broke through, spilling out like a dam bursting. I never imagined I would hear such wordsfrom the man I loved most.

My hands trembled violently, my body overcome with emotion. The thermos slipped from my grasp, crashing onto the floor with a deafening clang. The sound sliced through the silence of the corridor like a knife.

Inside, Tristans expression shifted. He shot to his feet, striding toward the door. The moment he saw me, panic flashed in his eyes.

"Wife why are you here? Did you hear what we just said?"

I had already wiped my tears away. My fingers curled tightly together to suppress the shaking. Lowering my gaze to the spilled chicken soup pooling on the cold tiles, I let out a sigh of regret.

"What could I have heard?" I smiled faintly. "My hands started shaking again the moment I got here, and I knocked over the thermos. Such a shame I spent all morning making that soup."

Tristan glanced at my trembling hands and seemed to relax. He took them on his own, his grip was warm and reassuringan illusion of tenderness.

"Its my fault," he murmured, his voice filled with guilt. "I failed to protect you, and now you suffer from this hand tremor. From now on, let the servants handle these things. My wife only needs to enjoy life."

He spoke as if he cherished me. As if he cared.

But I knew better now.

My tremors had started after the brutal beating from the creditors. The damage had been so severe that I could no longer hold a scalpel, forcing me to abandon my career as a doctor. Over time, the tremors worsened, more persistent and uncontrollable than they should have been. Doubt had gnawed at me for yearsno injury could cause this kind of lasting affliction. At times, I wondered if I had been poisoned, but that thought always seemed absurd.

After all, my meals were carefully prepared by the nutritionist Tristan hired. They knew my dietary restrictions, my allergies. How could anything have been wrong?

Now, the truth crashed over me like a tidal wave.

Osteoporosis medication.

Tristan had been feeding it to me all along, weaving weakness into my body, ensuring my hands would never be steady again. The falls, the trembling, the helplessnesshe had orchestrated it all.

And all of thismy ruined career, my trembling handswas just to keep me from returning to medicine, to force me into submission, all for Faye, who was also a doctor.

Tristan led me into his office with the same gentle care he had always shown. He guided me to the sofa, his voice warm and indulgent.

"Sit here, wife. Rest a bit."

Moments later, an assistant arrived with a platter of my favorite fruits and snacks. Tristan placed his laptop in front of me, queuing up my favorite TV series. Finally, he reached out and rubbed my head affectionately.

"I still have some work to finish. Be good and wait for me here, okay? Once Im done, Ill take you out for seafood."

His tone was soft, his gaze filled with loveso convincing, so practiced.

He turned away, settling into his chair, but barely a minute had passed when a message popped up on my screen.

"Brother, my heart is getting worse. Am I dying soon? When will you give me my sister-in-laws umbilical cord blood?"

My breath hitched.

He had forgotten to log out of Facebook on his laptop, syncing his messages in real time.

And then, right before my eyes, he responded.

"Soon. In five days, Ill arrange a car accident. Shell believe the child died in the crash. Then, well use the umbilical cord blood to treat you. My Faye will be fine."

A car accident.

He had planned it all.

The joy on his face when he learned about my pregnancy, the way he had cradled me as if I were his most precious treasurenone of it was real. He wasnt excited to become a father. He was just thrilled that he could finally save Faye.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, he suddenly turned to me and flashed a reassuring smile.

"Wife, just a little longer. Ill finish up soon, and then well go have that seafood dinner you love."

His eyes were filled with sincerity, his tone dripping with affection, as if he werent plotting my death just moments ago.

I clenched my hands beneath the blanket, forcing down the rage and nausea clawing at my throat. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I scrolled through the rest of his chat with Faye.

And what I saw made my blood turn to ice.

"Tristan, I got my period again. My underwear is dirty. Come wash it for me."

"Tristan, my sister-in-law wont be mad that we talk every day, right? Were just siblings. If she gets jealous of her sister, shes too petty."

"Tristan, Wesley kept me up all night again. Hes been clinging to me lately, but I still miss the days with you. My brother is better than Wesley."

"Brother, why are you pretending to be so serious? No one knows were not really related by blood. Didnt you do enough to confront me when we were in love?"

They chatted almost every day. And every time Tristan told me he was out socializing, he was actually on his way to see Faye.

But that wasnt the only betrayal I uncovered.

I made another discoveryone that shattered the last remnants of trust I had left.

The notebook I had used to record my years of medical knowledgethe one containing unique theories and findings that could revolutionize medicinewas missing. That notebook had been my life's work, a collection of medical truths I had painstakingly practiced and refined. If I had applied for a patent, it would have been worth hundreds of billions.

It disappeared on the third day after I married into the Sinclair Family.

I searched the entire estate, desperate to find it, but it was nowhere to be seen. Tristan had told me it must have been misplaced during the move. At the time, I believed him.

I never expected that he had given it to Faye.

I gripped my phone tightly, my heart numb with disappointment. Without hesitation, I sent a message to a contact I had prepared long ago.

"Draft a divorce agreement for me."

Then, with a deep breath, I booked a flight. Three days from now, I would leavedisappearing to the other side of the world.

That evening, we had dinner at a high-end restaurant, a place we had dined at countless times before. Tristan played his usual rolethe doting husband. He poured water for me, peeled shrimp with practiced ease, and even wiped the corners of my mouth with a napkin. He was so attentive, so consumed with caring for me, that he barely touched his own food.

In the past, this devotion had made my heart ache for him. After a long day of work, he would still focus all his energy on me, doing everything he could to make me comfortable. Especially after I became pregnant, it was as if my only responsibility was to existhe took care of the rest.

I used to think it was love.

But now, I know better.

Everything he didevery tender gesture, every whispered promisewas never about me. It was about my child.

Because to him, I was nothing more than a vessel.

And my childs umbilical cord blood was the only thing that truly mattered.

That should have been the end of it.

But just then, a child at the next table suddenly collapsed, his body convulsing violently as he fell off his chair. White foam frothed at his mouth, his limbs jerking uncontrollably.

His family panicked, their faces stricken with fear. It was clear they had never encountered this before. Desperate, they called for help, but I knew the child wouldnt last until the ambulance arrived.

Without hesitation, I stepped forward.

I quickly placed chopsticks horizontally into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue, then began administering first aid. Slowly, his convulsions subsided, and the foaming stoppedbut his eyes remained unfocused, dazed.

I turned to his parents. Take him to the hospital now while hes stable.

But before they could react, Faye suddenly rushed forward.

She shoved me aside, stuffed a pill into the childs mouth, and gently wiped his face with a tissue, her movements practiced and careful.

Moments later, the child blinked, his consciousness returning. His family sighed in relief, their panic melting into gratitude. They turned to thank meonly for Faye to step in, blocking their way.

Im a doctor, she declared with a warm, reassuring smile. Its my duty to save lives. Ive given him medicine, and he wont have another attack. If you ever need help again, just come find me at the Pioneer Medical Center.

Her words immediately captured their attention. A doctor. The one who saved their child. They showered her with thanks, their relief turning into admiration.

I clenched my fists, anger simmering beneath my skin.

After they left, I stepped forward and grabbed Fayes wrist. How can epilepsy be cured with just one pill? You should have told them to go straight to the hospital! What if the child has another seizure?

I didnt yell. My voice was steady, controlled.

But Faye acted as if I had struck her.

Her eyes turned red, brimming with unshed tears as she ran to Tristan, her voice trembling with grievance.

Brother why is Sister-in-law like this? I was only trying to save a life, and shes accusing me instead.

Tristans gaze snapped to me, his expression darkening with impatience.

Eliza, he sighed, his tone carrying the weight of irritation. Faye is a doctor. She knows more than youa full-time wife. Isnt it a bit much for you to act like you know better than her?

Yes.

I am just a housewife nowsomeone who only knows how to make money around men, while Faye stands at the pinnacle of medicine. Even if my way of saving people was correct, who would trust an ordinary woman like me over an esteemed expert like her?

I lowered my head, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat. The sadness pressed down on my chest, but I forced myself to stay silent.

Tristan must have noticed my mood shift because he reached out, as if to comfort me

But then, Faye suddenly clutched her chest and staggered, her face twisting in pain.

Tristan my heart it hurts I think my heart disease is flaring up again she whimpered, her body collapsing dramatically onto the floor.

Tristan hesitated for only a second.

Even if her exaggerated act was transparent, his reaction was instinctualwithout thinking, he rushed to her side, scooped her into his arms, and carried her out.

It was only when I heard the roar of the car engine outside that I realizedhe had left.

Without me.

The skies opened up, and heavy rain poured down in sheets, drenching everything in sight. I stood there in the doorway, shivering, my clothes sticking to my skin as I watched his car disappear down the road.

He didnt look back.

I hadnt brought an umbrella, and taxis were nowhere to be seen. With no other choice, I started walking.

The road home stretched endlessly before me. The rain blurred my vision, and my bodyalready weakened by pregnancystumbled more than once. I fell hard, my palms scraping against the cold pavement, my knees bruising. But I forced myself to stand and keep going.

By the time I reached home, my whole body was frozen, feverish.

That night, I burned with illness, drifting in and out of consciousness. In my dazed state, I reached for my phone and dialed Tristans number.

The call connected, but instead of his voice, I heard a familiar, sweet tone.

Sister-in-law, are you looking for my brother? Fayes voice was laced with feigned innocence, but the smugness underneath was unmistakable. Hes cooking for me right now. He doesnt have time to answer the phone.

I froze.

In the two years we had been married, Tristan had never once cooked for me.

Not even when I was sick. Not even when I was carrying his child.

But for Faye?

Tears slipped silently down my cheeks, but I didnt bother wiping them away.

I had been foolish. So, so foolish.

I had actually thought that if I got sick in front of Faye, if she saw me weak and vulnerable, it would make Tristan realize my importance.

But the truth was

I had never been important to him at all.

For two days, Tristan didnt return home. Not a single call, not even a text.

Yet, Fayes social media was filled with postspictures, updates, little snippets of their time together. Cooking together. Eating together. Laughing together.

As if she wanted the whole world to know.

As if she wanted me to see.

By the third day, my fever had finally subsided. And just as I thought things couldnt be any more absurd

An invitation arrived.

It was for Fayes award ceremony.

When I was a child, my mother died because of insufficient medical skills. That day, I could do nothing but watch as she slipped away.

Since then, my dream had always been clearto become a brilliant doctor, one who could conquer all diseases, one whose name would be etched in history. I had imagined standing on grand stages, receiving countless awards for my achievements in medicine.

But reality was cruel.

That dream never came true.

Still, before I walked away from it all, I wanted to see for myself.

So, I went to the award ceremony alone.

As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes landed on Tristan, who was standing close to Faye, carefully adjusting her hair. His fingers lingered, his expression soft. Their faces were so close that their lips almost touched.

I shouldnt have been surprised.

Tristan noticed my arrival, but there was no guilt in his eyes. Instead, he merely turned to me and said, with the same practiced gentleness he always used:

"I'm sorry, my wife. Fayes condition hasnt been stable these past two days, so I couldnt go home to take care of her."

His words were an apology, but they carried no weight.

I ignored him and found a seat.

Seeing this, he hesitated for a moment before sitting beside me.

Not long after, Faye approached, her gaze sweeping over me before she smiled sweetly and spoke in that familiar, saccharine tone:

"Sister-in-law, Ive always liked sitting with my brother since I was little. I still do, even now. You dont mind, right?"

I met her gaze and hummed lightly, "No mind."

It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw a flicker of disappointment in Tristans eyes.

The award ceremony began.

The host on stage praised Faye to the heavens, reciting her so-called achievements one by one. But with every word, my hands clenched into fists.

Because every medical breakthrough they attributed to herevery brilliant discoveryhad come from the knowledge recorded in my own notebook.

The very notebook I had spent years filling.

The audience was in awe.

"Dr. Faye is incredible! Shes solved so many medical challenges."

"Look at her and her brother sitting togethertheyre both so good-looking. Honestly, if they werent related, theyd make a perfect couple."

"Unlike that pregnant woman sitting beside them no matter how much she tries to cover up, you can tell she looks old. And I heard her private life is a mess. She was with an old man even though she already had a husband. I dont know what Mr. Sinclair saw in her."

"She used to be a doctor too, right? Thank God she isnt practicing anymore. Id feel disgusted to be treated by someone like her."

The words stung, but I didnt flinch.

Beside me, Tristans expression darkened. With just one cold glance, the whispers died down.

He took my hand, his grip warm and firm, as if shielding me from their words. His voice was filled with tenderness as he said:

"Wife, dont listen to them. Theyre just jealous of our happy marriage."

I looked at him.

For the first time in a long time, I really looked at him.

And finally, I asked the question that had been weighing on my heart.

"Did you give my medical notebook to Faye?"

His fingers stiffened around mine.

For a brief second, guilt flickered in his eyes. But then, just as quickly, he smoothed his expression and feigned ignorance.

"Wife, what are you talking about? Didnt you lose that notebook a long time ago? Faye is smartshe wouldnt need to rely on something like that."

In that moment, whatever little affection I had left for Tristan completely shattered.

After the ceremony, I stood outside the garage, waiting for Tristan to bring the car around. The night air was cold, but not as cold as the realization settling in my heart.

Footsteps clicked against the pavement.

I didnt need to turn around to know who it was.

Faye approached, her trophy clutched tightly in her hands, a smug smile playing on her lips. She lifted it slightly, as if to make sure I saw it sparkle under the dim light.

"Eliza," she said, her tone dripping with triumph. "No matter how smart you are, no matter how talented you were in medicine, in the end, the trophy still belongs to me."

She took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with malice.

"Id say youre nothing but a failure. You lost your career, and in loveyoure even worse. The childhood sweetheart who should have stood by your side? He betrayed you for me. And the man you married? Hes nothing more than my obedient slave."

Her words cut like a blade, but she wasnt finished.

"Do you know who gave you to that old man?" She leaned in, lowering her voice as if savoring the moment. "It was my brother. He planned it allto make sure you could never ruin my happiness. And your family's bankruptcy? That was his doing too. Every creditor who hunted you down, every moment you spent struggling to surviveit was all part of his design."

I already knew the truth.

But hearing it from her lips still made my chest tighten, made something inside me twist and ache.

She waited for my reaction, expecting to see me crumble.

Instead, I met her gaze and let out a soft laugh.

"Faye," I said, tilting my head, "you can steal a trophy, a career, even a manbut no matter how high you climb, you know the truth better than anyone, dont you?"

I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a whisper.

"You didnt earn this. You never could. And you should worry less about flaunting your stolen achievements" I let my gaze drift to the trophy in her hands before meeting her eyes again.

"and more about how hard the fall will be when the truth finally catches up to you."

Faye's smug expression twisted in irritation, but she quickly recovered, her lips curling into a chilling smile. Her gaze dropped to my stomach, dark and venomous.

"You still dont know, do you?" she whispered, her voice sickly sweet. "My brother wants to use your umbilical cord blood to save me. I told him it was the only way."

I stiffened.

Faye tilted her head, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "But heres the fun part I dont have a heart disease at all." She let out a soft laugh, each word laced with malice. "I just didnt want you to have an easy life. So just sit back and watch as your child is taken from you and used for me."

My heart clenched with dread. A chill ran down my spine.

Before I could react, she did something unthinkable.

With one swift motion, Faye raised the heavy trophyand stabbed herself in the chest.

Blood splattered. Warm droplets hit my face.

I froze.

Tristan had just driven out of the garage. He slammed the brakes, his face turning pale as he leaped out of the car.

"Faye!" His voice cracked with panic as he rushed to her side, cradling her blood-soaked body.

With trembling hands, Faye grabbed his sleeve, her eyes filled with unshed tears. Her voice was weak, fragilelike she was barely holding on.

"Brother dont blame Sister-in-law" she gasped, each breath labored. "She just couldnt stand me winning the award She acted on impulse Dont be mad at her" Her lips quivered as she clutched her chest. "Brother my heart it hurts so much Am I going to die?"

Her performance was flawless.

The blood pooling beneath her looked terrifying, but I knew the truthher wound was shallow. It wasnt fatal. But Tristan didnt see that.

His gaze snapped to me, burning with fury.

"Eliza, what did Faye ever do to deserve this?" His voice was ice, his body trembling with rage. "If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you."

I opened my mouth to explain, but he wasnt listening. He scooped Faye into his arms and rushed her into the car, leaving me standing there in the cold.

Moments later, his men arrived. They seized me roughly, dragging me toward another car. I struggled, screamed, but it was useless. I was taken to the hospital against my will.

The moment Tristan saw me again, his hands clamped down on my shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with grief and anger.

"Fayes heart disease relapsed," he growled. "She needs umbilical cord blood immediately."

My breath caught.

Tristans grip tightened. "Since you hurt her, youll use yours to save her. Thats only fair."

He shoved me toward the doctor. I fought, twisting in his grasp, my voice shaking with desperation.

"Shes lying!" I cried. "She admitted it to me herself! She doesnt have a heart disease! She planned all of thisdont believe her!"

But he only looked at me with deep disappointment, as if I had done something unforgivable.

"Eliza," he said, his tone soft but firm, "when you do something wrong, you make amends. Isnt that a simple truth?"

I shook my head violently. "Tristan, listen to me"

He cut me off with a sigh, his expression weary.

"Faye isnt a fool. She wouldnt use her body just to deceive me." He cupped my face, wiping away my tears with his thumb, his touch unnervingly gentle. "Be good, Eliza. Listen to me."

Then came the words that shattered me completely.

"If you dont have this child, then you dont have it. Were still youngwe can always have another one. No matter what, I will only love you in this life."

A sob clawed its way up my throat. I begged himpleaded for him to believe mebut he wasnt listening. With a single wave of his hand, the doctors assistants dragged me away.

The cold metal of the hospital bed pressed against my back as I was forcibly strapped down.

"Dont use anesthesia," Tristan ordered. "Perform the cesarean directly."

Terror gripped me.

I screamed. I thrashed. But I was powerless against them.

I felt everything.

The moment the scalpel sliced into my flesh, a white-hot pain ripped through me. Agony blurred my vision, but the true torment came when I saw them pull my baby from my body.

Too small. Too fragile. Too silent.

My child had no chance of survival.

A wretched cry tore from my lips as I reached out for him, but my arms were too weak. I could only watch, helpless, as his tiny body grew cold in the doctors hands.

The pain in my body was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

Tristan didnt stay.

The moment they retrieved the umbilical cord blood, he leftrushing to Fayes side without a second glance at me.

The only ones who remained were the doctors, stitching up my broken body.

As soon as the wound was sutured, I forced myself out of bed, biting back the pain that burned through me. With trembling hands, I left the divorce papers on the tablecold, final, and utterly irreversible. Then, cradling my lifeless child in my arms, I walked away without looking back.

At the airport, I erased every trace of the Sinclair Family from my life. One by one, I deleted and blocked their contact information. Then, in one swift motion, I yanked out my phone card and tossed it into the trash, severing the last thread that tied me to them.

Tristan, in this lifetime, you will never find me again.

Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Tristan was still by Fayes side, fussing over her every need. Yet, a sudden, sharp ache clenched his heart. A strange emptiness settled deep within him, a gnawing void that left him restless.

For a fleeting moment, Elizas face flashed in his mind. He couldnt understand why, but an unbearable sense of loss crept over him. And for the first time, he felt as though somethingsomeonehad slipped away forever.

Tristan suddenly realized that he hadnt visited Eliza since the operation. A faint unease crept into his hearthow was she doing now? Had she eaten? Was she in pain?

Lost in thought, he barely noticed when Faye called out weakly, her voice tinged with feigned concern.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? Are you worried about sister-in-law?" She forced a smile. "A C-section isnt that painful. I even sent her a message just nowshe said shes already up and moving around. Maybe even jumping."

Faye was a doctor. Tristan trusted her words without question. The weight on his chest lifted, and he let out a breath he didnt realize he was holding.

Eliza must be fine. She was strong. Once he settled Faye, he would go back to her. After all, she had suffered too much for him.

Just then, his assistant burst into the room, breathless and pale, gripping a document in his hands.

"Mr. Sinclair, bad news!" he panted, his voice laced with urgency. "Madam is missingshe left this for you."