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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."

The Bitter Betrayal Behind Hospital Walls

As the aircraft climbed into the atmosphere, I gazed out the window at the metropolis I'd called home for over three decades, now diminishing in the distance. The burden I'd carried finally eased.


The following day, I touched down in Switzerland. After some online exploration, I selected a snug guesthouse to reside in.


At the same time, Jacob was celebrating his nuptials with Daisy.


Just before entering the chapel, Jacob couldn't shake his worry about Larissa's state, so he consulted the physician one final time.


The doctor assured him, "Since your departure, Madam has been slumbering. We've ensured her peace. We'll notify her upon awakening."


Only then did Jacob step into the chapel, feeling somewhat relieved. Yet despite the reassurance, his thoughts remained fixated on Larissa.


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