My Husband Sacrificed Our Child to Please His Mistress

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After three years of IVF, I finally got pregnant with my first child.

In the seventh month, I was kidnapped and shut up. They cut my belly open and took away the child who was not yet full term.

The pain made me pass out. When I woke up again, my husband was on his knees in front of my bed, crying. Corinne, Im sorry. Its my fault I didnt protect you and the baby.

Seeing my stomach so flat, I sank down and had no choice but to accept what was real.

My husband vowed he would put the kidnappers in prison. After he went out to take a phone call, I spotted an earbud he had left. Just as I was about to return it to him, I softly heard voices from the earbud.

Brother Jeremy, Corinne Beaumont endured more than three thousand injections and took so many traditional medicines and supplements. Her health was badly drained before she at last became pregnant. And you simply removed the not-yet-term child like that?

Simply because Ophelia Rousseau says she wants to test whether a preterm baby can make it? You treat your own child like that? If Corinne hears about this, wont she create a scene with you?

Calm down, she has no idea. Dont talk about this to anyone, or you know the consequences.

In the hallway, Jeremy warned in a cold, quiet voice.

From the earbud, his friends flattering voice spoke, Got it, got it, dont worry. Oh, right, you and Ophelia have been secretly together for over two years, and you still dont plan to divorce Corinne and marry Ophelia?

He remained quiet for quite some time. I thought he would stay silent. Then he said in a cold, harsh tone, Ophelia still wants to play for two more years. Once she has enjoyed enough, I will divorce Corinne.

As he spoke, his look softened. When that time comes, I will give Ophelia a grander and more lavish wedding.

My body froze as I forced down my rough breathing from anger.

I heard his brother speak. Damn, you didnt even give Corinne a wedding before. So you were keeping it for Ophelia.

Corinne doesnt deserve one.

Jeremys voice was like a devils whisper that stayed in my heart.

In our three years of marriage, I had always hoped for a wedding that was mine, but Jeremy said, Be obedient. Once you have the baby, I will give you a grand wedding.

Sometimes I pushed back a little. If I dont give birth, cant we still have a wedding?

Yet he had seemed powerless and sighed softly. You know my family is very strict. My parents always wish for me to continue the family bloodline. Only after you deliver the child do I feel confident to take you home to meet them.

I had believed his words. For years, I took many supplements and herbal treatments. My arms had been filled with needle marks. Just when I finally saw a bit of light, reality hit me.

Noticing movement outside, I quickly lay back on the bed and put the earbud back in its place.

Jeremy came in after pushing the door open, his face wearing his usual gentle look. He stepped forward and adjusted the blanket for me, speaking softly. Corinne, I have a big project to cooperate with tonight. Be good. I will come back to see you tomorrow.

I grasped the blanket corner, and a small bit of hope crossed my heart.

Jeremy treated me kindly. Perhaps what I heard earlier was only a misunderstanding?

As soon as the ward door closed, my phone buzzed.

When I opened it, I found it was a friend request from Ophelia.

After hesitating many times, I finally tapped accept.

The next second, she sent several photos one by one, fingers intertwined, kissing beside the sea, and even private mirror selfies of them bathing together

Soon after, her almost-showing-off message came: [See clearly? What you dream about is something I can easily have. Know where you stand. As long as I wish, that position can belong to me anytime.]

[Oh, right. Did he say he has a big project tonight? Its not a big project. Hes coming to go a few hundred rounds with me!]

[Ive bought umbrellas of every kind already. Ill let you see them.]

A picture of a white sheet filled with different umbrellas came into view.

My entire body froze, as if I had fallen into cold water.

Everything earlier was true!

Jeremy really paid people to kidnap me and forcefully take out my child for his childhood sweetheart, and I was just part of their flirting!

After I came back to my senses, I shakily opened my contacts and dialed a long-saved number.

Magnus, I lost our bet. Im ready to leave with you and wont come back to South Briar anymore.

The other end sounded a bit excited but still controlled. Youve been wronged. Do you want me to help you get revenge?

I paused in shock for a second, then replied, No. Ill handle it myself. Revenge should be done by my own hands. Come fetch me in a week.

During hospitalization, Jeremy would always squeeze out two hours from his packed schedule to keep me company. He was so soft and attentive that I believed the earlier scene was just an illusion.

Until the fourth day of hospitalization, Jeremy walked in with nothing in his hands, guilt on his face. Corinne, I was too busy with work today and forgot your food. Im sorry.

My hand gripped the phone, which was placed face down. The glow showed through the thin blanket, exposing the video Ophelia had sent two minutes before.

The video showed Jeremy handing the thermal lunchbox, together with my food, to a street dog.

Just because Ophelia said, That little dog is so poor, the normally cold and extremely clean-freak head of the Ramsey Group lowered himself and half-knelt to personally feed the stray.

Then Ophelia sent a nearly proud message. [See that? You are only fit to share food with a stray dog.]

My eyes dropped and settled on his knees. The dirt on his black suit pants stood out clearly.

Noticing my silence, Jeremy followed my gaze and spoke calmly, I just brushed against something by accident.

I shifted my eyes away, my throat full of bitterness.

It felt like countless white ants were chewing inside my heart, sharp pain drilling deep into my heart.

Jeremy had barely sat for a minute before he stood to say farewell. Corinne, theres a project at the company. Order some takeout and eat.

I stayed silent the whole time.

With a bang, the door shut, cutting me off from Jeremy, and my dark phone screen lit up again.

It was a photo Ophelia sent. In the hospital hallway, the man walked out of the ward and happily moved toward her.

That man was Jeremy, who had just gone out.

So the one he loved had been waiting outside, which explained why he had been so impatient.

I squeezed my hand hard, my nails pressing deep into my skin. My chest felt as if it had been torn open, a cold breeze rushing in and freezing me through.

The following day, I personally took care of the discharge process.

When I reached home, I saw Ophelia and Jeremy walking out of the study. My entire body trembled.

Suddenly, I recalled the time I had accidentally gone into the study before. Back then, Jeremys face had been dark as he warned me, The study is not a place for idle people to enter. If there is a next time, I really get mad.

As if to remind me, the next day he placed a sign on the study door that read Corinne and dogs are not allowed to enter.

But now Ophelia could walk into his study so easily, just like she easily walked into his heart.

It felt like my heart had been tightly held by a large invisible hand. The heavy pain made breathing hard for me.

They spoke with great excitement. Only when they bumped into me did they realize someone else was in the house.

Oh my, sorry, sister I-I dont notice you. Its all because Im so careless You dont get hurt from the fall, right?

Ophelia showed an innocent look, but the hand holding my wrist secretly pressed harder, her nails sharply digging into my skin.

The pain made me draw in a cold breath. I quickly pulled my hand away. She used the chance to drop to the floor and said seriously, Sister, I let you push me back. Dont be mad, okay?

Apologize! Jeremy looked at me with a dark expression.

I held back the ache and heaviness in my chest and tried to explain, I didnt push her. She pinched me.

Just when I was about to show the injury, Ophelia softly cut in, Jeremy, I am fine. Sister doesnt mean it. Maybe she sees me standing too close to you, so she

Jeremys face turned firm, his voice full of clear authority. Corinne, apologize. Dont make me say it a third time.

My face stiffened a little as I stared at Jeremy in disbelief.

I said it. I didnt push her.

Still refusing to admit it, so this is how your late parents raised you? Jeremys words were harsh, his eyes cold.

His words were like a knife, deeply stabbing into my heart.

My parents passed away in a car crash on my birthday, and it was also that day when I met Jeremy.

I once thought he was a blessing from heaven, comfort sent by my parents spirits above.

But the truth gave me a cruel slap across the face.

Seeing that I firmly refused to apologize, Jeremy immediately called the bodyguards. Slap her until she admits her mistake.

I struggled to get away, but the bodyguards held my shoulders tightly, making me unable to move. The last bit of hope rose in my heart. Jeremy, I am your wife, can you even just once, stand by me?

Slap her. Dont show mercy.

Without even glancing at me, Jeremy guided Ophelia to the couch and gently examined her injuries.

The harsh palm, driven by strong force, struck my face harshly. My cheek burned with pain, and before I could say anything, many slaps rapidly followed.

After the hundredth slap hit, my vision spun around. I opened my mouth and spoke unclearly. My swollen face could no longer be recognized, and blood ran from the corner of my lips. I spat and coughed out two teeth mixed with blood.

Jeremys voice came from a short distance away. Admit your mistake or not?

I opened my mouth and stubbornly replied, Im not wrong I didnt

Before I could finish, Jeremy cut me off. Keep slapping.

If she doesnt admit it, keep slapping.

The nonstop sound of slapping echoed again. I gritted my teeth hard and stubbornly refused to admit I was wrong. When the ninety-ninth slap landed, my sight went dark, and I passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in the cold, damp guest room.

I struggled to sit up. The wounds on my face had not been treated. I slowly headed to the second floor, planning to go to the bedroom to get the first-aid kit.

But I noticed the door was slightly open, and my hand on the knob suddenly stopped.

From inside came the womans soft, breathy gasps and the mans low, heavy groans, along with the sound of bare bodies hitting together.

Every sound felt like a sharp knife, stabbing deep into my heart, leaving it bloody and torn.

My whole body shook as I pulled my phone from my pocket. My hands trembled so badly that I failed to open the recording several times.

After I finished recording a short video, I quietly turned around and left, and sat on the sofa until dawn.

When Jeremy came down the stairs and saw me, his eyes settled on my badly bruised face. Hesitation appeared in his eyes.

Youre already an adult, and you dont even know how to put on medicine?

Jeremy turned and went to the bedroom to get the first-aid kit. He personally treated my wounds, his brows tightly drawn as he carefully applied medicine to every place.

I stayed still, my whole body stiff as I watched him do everything.

After finishing the treatment, Jeremy spoke in a cool voice with unquestionable authority. Go cook a bowl of grilled cheese sandwich.

My fingers shifted slightly as I asked, Is it you who wants to eat, or Ophelia?

Since Ophelia came back to the country, Jeremy no longer had the habit of having breakfast at home.

Even though I made breakfast for him in many ways, he ignored it every time and always left quickly, saying, The company is too busy, I dont eat first.

But afterward, I discovered that the company is busy he spoke about was really him spending time with Ophelia.

Jeremy stiffened for a moment, obviously not expecting me to ask. His tone suddenly turned cold. You pushed Ophelia yesterday and still refuse to apologize. What is wrong with cooking a bowl of breakfast today to make it right?

My heart hurt faintly. I pushed down the bitterness and still stubbornly said, I already said I dont push her. Why cant you trust me?

Jeremys eyes were steady and cold as he silently watched me act wildly.

At that moment, Jeremy seemed like a stranger. The gentle look he once gave me was gone, and the past care had vanished; it felt as if he was facing someone he did not know.

Hurry and make it. Jeremys tone held clear authority. You also dont want your parents ashes to lie there quietly and then be dug up again, right?

My eyes shrank in shock as I looked at him in disbelief.

After the car accident, Jeremy was the one who stayed with me through the first seven days of mourning, and he was also the one who stood beside me while we personally buried my parents ashes together.

Right now, for the sake of his little childhood sweetheart, he even used this to threaten me.

A huge wave of shame rushed into my chest. My throat tasted bitter. In the end, I took a slow breath and said, Okay.

I had just gone into the kitchen.

At that time, Ophelia walked downstairs wearing the pajamas I liked best. When she saw me, she purposely lifted her long hair, revealing the unclear kiss marks on her neck.

Her eyes were full of pride, yet she said, Sister, Jeremy says the grilled cheese sandwich you cook is very good. Sorry to trouble you.

I ignored her and took out flour, mixing it with water. I began stirring, kneading the dough, and letting it ferment.

While I was rolling the dough, Ophelia suddenly pushed her way in again. She threw the object in her hand in front of me.

Boil this animal for me. I want to have dog meat soup tonight.

Seeing the familiar fur, my body froze completely.

Blood smeared the rolling pin in my hand and clouded my vision. I stretched out my trembling hand to touch it, only to find it was no longer breathing.

This dog was the coming-of-age gift my parents gave me. It had been with me for six years, but now it had died without any clear reason.

My body trembled all over. I used every bit of strength just to stand firm. Ophelia, what right do you have to kill my dog!

With Jeremy absent, Ophelia dropped the act. Wearing a cruel and proud look, she said, Its just an animal. If I want it dead, I kill it.

I am going to kill you!

This was not only a present from my parents, but also my emotional support!

It had followed me through thousands of days and nights and had already become family to me.

In my anger, I grabbed the rolling pin and swung it at Ophelia. Ophelia screamed and stepped back.

The rolling pin did not strike her. Jeremy caught it firmly.

My voice shook with anger. Move away! Jeremy, I am going to kill her!

Ophelia shrank into Jeremys arms, her voice soft and sweet. Jeremy, I dont know why Sister is like this. Just now, the dog almost bit me. If the guard doesnt act fast, I probably already

Jeremy frowned. Corinne, stop being crazy.

I stood frozen and demanded in disbelief, Jeremy, she kills my dog! It has stayed with me for six years, it is already my family!

Ophelia sobbed softly. I I just now know that it's Sisters dog I dont mean to do it, Jeremy

While speaking, she slowly reached out and gently tugged his sleeve, appearing pitiful and delicate.

Jeremys face stayed cold. It is only an animal. I buy another one to make up for you.

His words felt like frozen blades, stabbing hard into my heart, cold and hurting.

My whole body turned freezing. Overwhelmed by anger, I fainted on the spot.

When I woke up again, I realized I was lying on the cold floor. My body could not move, and faint motion sounded nearby.

Listening closely, I realized it was Jeremy and Ophelia being intimate.

After reaching the peak once more, Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, Jeremy, you really arent worried Corinne wakes up and catches us?

Jeremys actions were quick and rough, as if he wanted to pull her into his bones. I told the doctor to inject her with sleeping pills. She doesnt wake up anytime soon.

Soon after, he stopped moving. In a voice full of indifference, he said, If she catches us, I'll throw her out. Anyway, the marriage certificate with her is fake. When the time comes, I bring you into the house openly.

My vision blurred with tears. I forced my sobs down and could only lie still on the floor, watching the mattress beside me shake hard.

Because of the IVF treatments over the years, my body had built some resistance to medicine; even sleeping pills no longer affected me.

Having overheard the truth, my tears poured down, but I endured and stayed silent.

When the sky slowly brightened, I was finally able to wake up.

But the moment I stepped out of the bedroom, four or five bodyguards stopped me.

I panicked for a second. Y-you what are you doing?!

The bodyguards looked at each other, then all lifted the rolling pins in their hands and struck my body hard. I heard the dull sound of wood hitting flesh.

The pain made me quickly curl into myself. Struggling to speak, I said, What are you doing! I am Jeremys wife! I am his wife!

In the middle of the mess, one bodyguard spat and mockingly said, President Ramsey is the one who tells us to beat you. Who tells you to touch someone you shouldnt touch!

Someone I shouldnt touch

Was it referring to Ophelia?

A heavy, suffocating ache rose from my chest.

I suddenly remembered the time I went for an interview and was accidentally bothered by a passing thug. Although the mans dirty hands never touched me, Jeremy still stood up for me.

At that moment, he was like a hero, standing in front of me and teaching that thug a lesson. Afterward, he took off his coat and wrapped it around me.

His voice was unbelievably gentle. Corinne, as long as I am here in the future, you can wear whatever you want. I am your strongest support.

But now, my strongest support had become the sharpest knife aimed at me, stabbing my whole heart into shattered pieces.

A loud crack sounded as I heard the bone in my arm break.

At last, I could not stop myself from pleading, Stop hitting, I am wrong! I know I am wrong

I did not know who delivered a hard blow to the back of my head. My vision turned black, and I fainted completely.

When I woke again, Jeremy was sitting at my bedside. Shock and confusion flickered in his eyes.

Then his tone turned cold with disgust. When I am not beside you, you turn yourself into this miserable state?

I stayed silent.

Since I had never treated him with silence before, a strange feeling crossed Jeremys heart.

His voice turned angry. This weak look of yours, who are you pretending to be? If you do something wrong, you should say sorry and accept the punishment. Stop pretending to be pitiful.

My current condition was all thanks to Jeremy.

The man who once said he would cherish me carefully now only showed disgust and dislike between his brows.

He was no longer willing to keep up any act. When he heard movement at the door, Jeremy suddenly stood and walked away, dropping a cold remark.

With your miserable look, seeing you really ruins the appetite.

At the not-yet-fully closed doorway, a beautiful figure rushed into Jeremys arms.

Through the narrow gap, I saw the victorious look in Ophelias eyes. She silently mouthed to me: You only deserve to be stepped on by me.

I picked up my phone and sent a message to the pinned contact.

[Come get me tomorrow, okay?]

The other person replied almost immediately. [No problem, waiting at any time.]

I set the phone down and, under the effect of the medicine, slowly fell into a sleepy doze again.

When I opened my eyes again, I discovered I was hanging over a cliff, with Ophelia next to me.

Jeremy stood not far away.

The kidnapper shouted loudly, Jeremy, before you send me to prison. Today, you choose one of these two women; whoever is left, I'll break her legs!

He stared at the kidnapper and said firmly, Release Ophelia. Whatever you want, I can agree.

My heart shook.

My lips lifted into a bitter smile.

In three years of our sudden marriage, he had never kept me in his heart.

After just one remark from him about having possible difficulty with children, I underwent IVF, endured more than three thousand injections, consumed countless herbal remedies and supplements, and my once healthy body became heavily worn down.

Each time I nearly could not continue, I always thought of him standing before my parents grave and sincerely making a vow. Corinne, I swear in this life I stay loyal only to you. No matter what trouble we face later, even if I risk my life, I keep you safe and without fear.

At this moment, the vow from the past was torn apart, and the final warmth I held for Jeremy was also put out.

The kidnapper, like he was watching a show, asked, Corinne is your wife. Shouldnt you rescue her first?

Hearing that, Jeremy unconsciously looked toward me. Seeing my fresh wounds layered over the old ones, a complicated feeling crossed his heart.

Right after, Ophelias gentle sobbing sounded. Jeremy, the kindness you have shown me these years is already enough. You dont need to think about me anymore.

Corinne is still your wife. You should save her. I am willing to give you my blessing

The hesitation in Jeremys eyes completely vanished, replaced by firm determination.

He almost did not pause. Let Ophelia go. Corinne and I are only a fake couple. We are never truly married. The one I care about from start to finish is only Ophelia.

The kidnapper refused to believe it. You and she even get a marriage certificate

Jeremy interrupted immediately. The marriage certificate is fake. From the beginning until now, I never had true feelings for her.

Jeremys words were no different from sharp swords, every word stabbing into my heart.

My eyes held only emptiness and lifeless calm as I silently waited for death.

The kidnapper let Ophelia go as promised, then pushed her over with force.

As Jeremy reached out to catch Ophelia, he briefly noticed my lonely look, and his chest felt tight for a moment.

Ophelia cried out in pain, and Jeremys attention was completely drawn away.

Soon after, I saw the kidnapper lift an iron stick and smash it harshly against my kneecap. The sound of my knee breaking echoed along with my sharp scream.

Just when I thought everything had ended, the kidnapper suddenly cut the rope. A faint look of relief passed through my eyes, and a freed smile appeared at my lips.

Leaving Jeremy in this manner maybe was not a bad thing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeremys shocked yet cold expression.

I slowly shut my eyes in relief.

Goodbye, Jeremy.