The Bitter Betrayal Behind Hospital Walls

I accidentally overheard my husband, Jacob Lopez, talking to the doctor after my miscarriage.

"Find a way to sedate my wife and remove her uterus. Ensure she can never get pregnant again."

He then put his large hand on another woman's stomach and said, "Provide her with the best prenatal care. I want her baby to be the Lopez family heir."

I recognized the woman—she was a streamer from Jacob's company.

I heard him sternly remind the doctor once more, "And make sure my wife recovers well. If this operation causes her any problems, you'll all face severe consequences."

My heart sank. I never thought the man who once cherished me would suddenly turn against me.

Without hesitation, I left him with divorce papers, wishing them well in their "relationship."