On my wedding day, I witnessed my fiancé and my sister making out in the bridal car.
The shock sent me to the hospital, nearly causing a miscarriage. Meanwhile, my fiancé turned around and married my sister instead.
Alone and heartbroken in the hospital bed, I tearfully signed the surgery consent form.
But just as I was being wheeled into the operating room, Zoran frantically blocked the doorway.
Trembling, he embraced me and begged for a chance to take care of me and the baby.
However, during my postpartum recovery period, I overheard a conversation between him and his best friend.
"Since this baby's cord blood is useless, why not keep it? It's still a life after all."
"If I tell Melody the baby survived, how will she agree to have a second one? Where else can I find another source of cord blood?"
"There's a breakthrough drug for Estrella's condition. Cord blood isn't the only option..."
Zoran replied with a pained voice, "The side effects of that drug are too severe. I promised Estrella I'd never let her be a test subject again!"