My Delivery Room Was Their Film Set

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The day I went into labor, I was wheeled into the delivery room, only to find my husband, Liam Hayes's childhood friend, Chloe Miller, was there to deliver my baby.

She was wearing a tight, suggestive nurse uniform, holding a toy syringe, and posing for the camera.

I was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. I forced myself to sit up and looked around.

The entire delivery room was rigged with cameras, but there wasn't a single professional obstetrician.

My husband, Liam Hayes, stood by the operating table, reassuring me, "Chloe is an actress. She's been working hard to land a role as a midwife in a film. Just let her practice on you one more time."

My lips trembled in shock. I shook my head desperately, pleading, as blood drenched the bedsheets beneath me.

But he ignored me, pointing his camera at Chloe. "Go ahead, no one will come in to disturb your performance."

Chloe couldn't even tell the surgical instruments apart, constantly simpering for the camera.

"Scarlett, don't be scared, I'm here. I won't cause you to miscarry like the last two times."

Excruciating pain ripped through my body. I struggled to grab Chloe's hand. "Get, get a doctor..."

She shrieked and threw herself into Liam's arms. "Ew, Liam, my hands are all bloody! It's disgusting, I'm so scared!"

He shielded Chloe, glaring at me with a look of disgust. "Scarlett, are you doing this on purpose? Can't you just cooperate with Chloe to finish this performance?"

Performance? I was enduring a woman's most painful moment, yet they blamed me for not cooperating.

The next second, Chloe walked towards me with a syringe. "An injection of this will keep you from moving around."

I widened my eyes in terror. They ignored my desperate pleas, injecting the anesthetic into my body.

When I woke up again, the baby in my belly was gone. I cried until I couldn't breathe...

I made up my mind to call the police. I would personally make sure they rotted in prison.

I woke up in the hospital bed, the vast room empty.

A nurse pushed the door open to change my dressing, and that's when I learned I'd been unconscious for two days. My third child was gone too.

I touched my flat stomach, and tears streamed from my eyes like a bursting dam.

Suddenly, Chloe's voice came from the doorway. "Liam, Scarlett lost another baby. She won't blame me, will she?"

Liam Hayes's tone was cold. "It doesn't matter. She's healthy, so if the baby's gone, it's gone."

"You, on the other hand, need to be careful. You've just conceived, and the pregnancy is unstable. This is *our* first child, and it's very precious."

Just on the other side of the wall, I suddenly overheard their conversation, right outside the morgue corridor.

Every word was like a knife blade, deeply piercing my heart, and the pain made me feel like I was suffocating.

Liam's eyes were filled with deep affection as he gazed at her pregnant belly, his tenderness evident.

Chloe Miller was Liam Hayes's childhood friend, and her acting skills were terrible.

But Liam, in an attempt to get her a role, had used me to practice delivering a baby three times.

The first two times, I lost my babies without even realizing it.

I thought it was my fault, that I hadn't protected them well enough.

I never imagined the truth would be this. My heart ached as if it were being pricked by a thousand needles.

Now, she was carrying my husband's child, while my children were cold bodies.

Chloe blamed herself. "Liam, the doctor said she can't have any more children after this. She won't hate us when she finds out the truth, will she?"

"It's all my fault. All to get a tiny role with less than three minutes of screen time, I caused Scarlett to lose three children..."

Liam gently stroked her forehead, pulling her into his embrace.

"Don't worry, she won't find out. What you need to do now is rest and take care of your pregnancy."

"I've already invested twenty million in the film, making me the biggest investor. You can choose any role you want."

"I promised I'd make you a star, and I'll make sure your child is born. As for Scarlett, I'll find a way to compensate her properly..."

It felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I leaned against the wall, numb and utterly disbelieving.

I tightly covered my mouth to keep from crying out loud, but the pain threatened to drown me.

The next second, Liam Hayes pushed open the door, his face etched with sorrow. "Scarlett, you're awake."

"I brought you pizza from that place we used to love. Let me feed you."

My face was pale. I didn't eat the pizza he held to my mouth. Instead, I asked, "Where's the baby?"

Liam lowered his gaze. "This, this was an accident. I gave Chloe pre-op training, but she might have been too nervous..."

"Anyway, we can still have more children later."

At his words, all the strength drained from me.

I lay down and pulled the covers over myself. "Just go." Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I cried uncontrollably.

It felt like my insides had been hollowed out, leaving only a weak shell of a body.

Liam was the one who said he loved children, that he wanted us to have our own baby.

Back then, we had just gotten engaged, and I was reveling in the joy of our child's impending arrival.

But then Chloe Miller appeared, and the man who once loved me with all his heart suddenly had her presence woven into every part of his life.

During my second delivery, I suffered an amniotic fluid embolism. Liam frantically had the entire hospital working through the night to save me.

They both stayed by my bedside, not moving an inch, overjoyed when I finally woke up.

My face was pale. I weakly whispered that I wanted to see the baby.

Liam's expression instantly turned cold. He just flatly said the baby couldn't be saved.

"Couldn't be saved? I don't believe it! It was a girl, her nose and eyes were just like yours! How could she not be saved?!"

I practically knelt before Liam Hayes.

Tears streamed down my face, but he remained unmoved.

I cried hysterically, clutching the tiny clothes I'd already prepared for her.

For several days, I locked myself in my room, refusing to eat or drink.

Later, I found out that Chloe had injected an excessive amount of anesthetic directly into the fetus.

She watched the fetus die on the spot, never once calling for any professional medical staff to intervene.

Only when there was no movement left did she feign panic and call out to Liam Hayes for help.

I gazed at their ultrasound photos; every fetal movement had filled me with joy.

I had hoped this child would fill the void left by the previous losses, but reality dealt me another crushing blow.

Pain racked my entire body, and my heart was twisted with agony. I was so weak I could barely stand.

I immediately checked out of the hospital and hailed a cab to leave.

In March, the city was still seeing flurries of snow. The cold wind cut across my face like a knife.

I wandered aimlessly through the city in my hospital gown.

I passed the downtown high-rise; that was where Liam Hayes had proposed to me eight years ago.

He had once rented out the entire top floor for a lavish proposal that everyone in the city talked about.

Giant screens projected my name, displaying our six years together, from our school days to our wedding day.

Every single moment, meticulously documented in over eight thousand photos. Our memories alone would fill more than 20 gigabytes.

Later, we chose a stunning cliffside castle in Bali for our wedding.

I accepted his ring and said "I do." He cried with excitement, holding me tightly.

Everyone in the entire college knew Liam was madly in love with me; our romance was a campus legend.

He not only tattooed my name over his heart, but he'd also picked out names for our children long ago.

Before, I thought they loved me.

But after Chloe Miller appeared, everything changed.

I walked into the bridal shop where we had picked out my wedding dress. A shop assistant was packaging up a six-figure, diamond-encrusted wedding gown.

"I'm so jealous of this Chloe Miller woman; she's so lucky. Her fianc must adore her. I heard they're having a wedding of the century next week..."

Tears welled up as I lowered my head. My wedding dress had long since been burned.

That was the first time I discovered his affair with Chloe. I stormed into his office, ready to make a scene.

When I opened the door, they were tangled on a sofa, their clothes disheveled.

He shielded Chloe behind him, angrily yelling at me, "Get out, you shrew! Get out!"

"Chloe is innocent. Whatever you want to do, do it to me! If I had met Chloe earlier, I probably never would have fallen in love with you..."

His words were like poison, and in an instant, bitterness spread through my entire body.

Later, he burned all our wedding mementos, every single token of our love.

At one point, I had given up all hope and thought of leaving, but then he cried and told me he was wrong.

I never imagined his apology was just a ploy to make me keep having his children.

Suddenly, Chloe Miller walked into the bridal shop to pick up her dress and saw me in my hospital gown.

She was about to greet me when I slowly spoke.

"Are you even human? For a minor role, you caused me to lose three children!"

Chloe's face darkened, and she smirked. "Yes, I did. So what? You can't have any more kids anyway!"

"Oh, Liam just adores me! When he saw I couldn't get this role for three years, he just paid to get me into the cast!"

"And I'm about to become Liam Hayes's wife. You're just a home-wrecker, the mistress in someone else's marriage. Tsk tsk tsk, how pathetic..."

I clenched my fists in anger. Seeing this, Chloe just laughed harder.

"Hahaha, furious, aren't you? What if I told you that the whole 'fighting for a role' thing was a complete lie? I just wanted your children to die..."

"Not only will I make you experience the pain of losing a child, but I'll also ruin your reputation!"

I lunged forward and slapped her hard. "You wicked bitch! How can someone be so evil?!"

The next second, I was kicked away, falling heavily to the ground. Blood instantly soaked through my hospital gown.

"You wicked woman! How dare you lay a hand on Chloe?"

"Why don't you just die with your children? You're nothing but bad luck!"

It was Liam Hayes. He quickly pulled Chloe into his arms, utterly distraught.

His eyes burned with rage, as if he wanted to tear me to shreds.

"Even if the baby is gone, you shouldn't have laid a hand on Chloe! Don't you know she's pregnant? If anything happens to her or the baby, I swear I'll never forgive you!"

Liam Hayes left with Chloe, completely ignoring me as I lay bleeding profusely.

The shop assistant shrieked and called for an ambulance. In that moment, my heart died completely.

I lay in a pool of blood, gradually losing consciousness. As I was rushed to the operating room, I thought of my lost children.

I had already picked out names for each of them, but each time, they left me forever...

"Dr. Hayes, Ms. Thompson has a severe laceration and massive hemorrhage. We might not be able to save her uterus."

Liam didn't hesitate. He instructed the doctors to perform a hysterectomy on me while simultaneously setting up equipment to continuously draw my blood.

I opened my eyes two days later, staring blankly at the ceiling. There was no one by my bedside.

The nurse changed my dressing, remarking how lucky I was to be alive, a true survivor.

I gently touched my abdomen, and tears streamed from my eyes. I knew I would never have children again.

And the devils who killed my children, I sighed.

I downloaded the bridal shop's surveillance footage and, along with all the evidence I'd collected of Liam Hayes's affair and their causing my three miscarriages, sent it to the hospital.

I'd make them both pay!

Suddenly, Liam Hayes pushed open the hospital room door, holding a gift.

"Scarlett, you're awake. I bought you a gift to apologize. I was wrong before."

"Next week, the college has its promotion review. You know I've always wanted to become Dean. To have Chloe accompany me, would you be willing to admit that *you* were the one who broke up our relationship, that *you* were the mistress?"

"Look, I bought you a new necklace, from your favorite brand."

My face was pale. I looked at the cold necklace and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

That brand was Chloe's favorite, not mine. He had long forgotten everything I loved.

I refused, reaching out to put the necklace aside, ignoring it completely.

In that instant, Liam Hayes suddenly felt like a complete stranger. How could he have tried to kill me?

"No way! I'll make sure the entire faculty knows you cheated. I'll ruin both your and Chloe's reputations!"

I gritted my teeth as I said this. At my words, Liam Hayes froze.

He had never imagined I would resist. He slapped me hard, and half my face instantly swelled up.

After all, I had once said I wouldn't have any more children, yet he repeatedly tricked and coerced me into getting pregnant.

Until I fully saw the true face of the man before me, his phone dropped to the floor.

His screensaver was Chloe. I remembered his private photo album, every single picture in it was of her.

Every date, every kiss, every hug---all meticulously recorded.

It was like a diary of all his deepest thoughts and longing for her.

Three thousand pictures, all carefully preserved, but he didn't know these would be the best evidence to destroy him!

I clutched my swollen face, looking at him, an uncontrollable agony sweeping through my body, piercing me to the bone.

Fury surged in my chest, and my whole body felt like it was on fire.

Liam Hayes still wanted to hit me, but the next second, blood suddenly gushed out from below again.

With my last ounce of strength, I tearfully grabbed him. "Liam Hayes, this is the second time you've hit me. Do you even remember our children who died?"

"Help me, please, call a doctor! I'm dying..."

Seeing my condition, Liam Hayes walked away without hesitation, locking the hospital room door from the outside.

I knew I was hemorrhaging badly. My vision blurred. I desperately pounded on the door.

"Let me out! Liam, please, let me out! I don't want to die..."

Liam Hayes lit a cigarette outside, his voice cold. "Just admit you were the mistress, and I'll let you out immediately."

"I'm not, I'm not..." Darkness consumed my vision, and I couldn't hold on any longer, falling unconscious.

The next second, my mother, Eleanor, arrived with the police and representatives from the Hospital's Internal Affairs Department.

"Liam Hayes, as the Dean, having an affair with a student, ruining the school's reputation, and causing my daughter to miscarry three times -- they should both be arrested!"