ManyWriters

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!"

Wedding Day Deception

Driven by his haste to leave, he forgot that he was still logged into WeChat on his computer.


I watched as line after line of messages flashed across the screen.


"Don't worry, Estrella. Your sister will be out of her postpartum recovery period tomorrow. I'll make sure she gets pregnant again as soon as possible."


"Forget it, natural conception has such a low success rate. I'll arrange for the best specialists in the country to do IVF for her right away."


Reading these cruel words, my heart clenched painfully, almost suffocating me.


This was the man I had struggled to get back on my feet for, the one I had chosen to believe in.


Taking several deep breaths, I picked up my phone from the side and called Quint, an investor in this hospital.


"Didn't you want to expose Estrella's true colors?"


"Then let Zoran perform the surgery on me himself."


You scheme against me, against my child.


And you still think you can keep me in the dark and continue your plots? Dream on!


With a heavy heart, I gazed at Zoran's computer and secretly opened his work WeChat.


The name was the same as his family WeChat account: "May You Be Joyful"


Only now did I realize that this was his wish for Estrella, and even her name!I masochistically scrolled through his WeChat, finding that his favorites folder contained all the chat records between him and Estrella over so many years.


The latest Moments post was from the day my child was born prematurely.


It's all my fault for not praying earnestly, causing my little darling's tissue typing to fail.


This time I will definitely pray to every god and buddha, asking for Melody to have ten babies in one pregnancy, so that my little darling can have a successful match.


While I was devastated by the loss of my child, Estrella was enjoying everyone's care and love.


Overwhelmed by enormous disappointment, I sat powerlessly in the chair.


But I accidentally kicked the printer, causing pregnancy check-up reports to print out one after another.


Seeing the baby's little face from the 4D ultrasound, I immediately broke down in tears.


In the past, I would have been filled with sweetness at this sight.


But now I only felt a chill throughout my body. From my pregnancy to my child's premature birth, all the reports were here.


So this is what it means to truly love someone - being so careful and considerate in every way.


Crying, I printed out the divorce agreement and signed my name stroke by stroke.


Zoran moved quickly. As soon as he got home that evening, he handed me a stack of doctor profiles.He took off his coat and pulled me into his embrace, tenderly pressing his cheek against mine.


"Melody, I've been so worried about you while I'm at work."


"I've seen your medical records. You can't conceive naturally anymore. To welcome our child as soon as possible, I've made an appointment with the country's most renowned gynecologist for you."


"You want our child to come back to you too, don't you?"


Do I want my child to return just so I can torture him again?


Seeing that I didn't answer, he pulled out a stack of IVF consent forms from his briefcase and placed them in my hands, testing my reaction.


I felt a wave of sarcasm wash over me. I took the divorce papers I had been sitting on and mixed them in with the forms.


Chapter 2