Chapter 1

After my third premature stillbirth, I suffered severe bleeding due to emotional distress.

Damien knelt and bowed nine times up the mountain to pray for my recovery.

As I just opened my eyes after surgery, lying in the hospital bed about to call for a nurse,

I accidentally overheard Damien talking with the doctor outside the door.

"Damien, this is your third child with Vivienne. Even the strongest woman couldn't bear losing three children!"

"Felicity said she needed a baby's heart for medicine, so you killed your own child for her? You've truly gone mad."

"I promised Felicity I'd cure her. Once she's well, Vivienne and I will have a healthy baby. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to Vivienne, treating her well..."

My raised hand trembled slightly.

So to him, my child's life was merely medicinal material to be offered for Felicity's treatment.

Since heaven has opened my eyes to the truth, I will no longer be deceived and used by Damien.

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"The three miscarriages caused by the medication have already inflicted severe damage on Vivienne's body. How can you still want her to get pregnant again? Aren't you worried about whether her body can handle it?"

"After all, Vivienne is your wife. What you're doing to her is incredibly cruel. How will she face the ghosts of those lost children in the future?"

Damien impatiently interrupts the doctor.

"Enough. I consider you a brother, that's why I asked for your help. This is my family matter. I don't need you meddling and telling me what to do."

"Remember to prescribe Vivienne the best medication to help her recover quickly so she can get pregnant again."

The doctor sighs deeply, feeling somewhat reluctant.

"Vivienne has been pregnant continuously for three years. Adding this severe hemorrhage, her body will need at least a year of recovery before she can conceive again."

"Felicity can't wait a year. I don't care what methods you use. Once Vivienne is discharged, I want her pregnant immediately!"

Damien's gaze is resolute, brooking no argument.

As the doctor leaves, he glances at my medical chart, a flicker of sympathy crossing his face. "Damien, we've all seen how much Vivienne has given you over the years. How could you... Never mind. Just make sure you think this through and don't regret it later."

"Alright, go get the medicine ready."

Damien pushed open the door and came in. I quickly closed my eyes.

He placed one hand over the IV tube, using his body heat to warm up the cold medicine.

With his other hand, he held up his phone and sent a voice message to Felicity.

"Felicity, you've got the medicine now, right? Take good care of yourself and don't worry about the medication. I promised to cure your illness, and I won't go back on my word."

I struggled to hold back my tears.

It turns out that what I thought was love was nothing but a complete lie from start to finish.

Damien suddenly proposed to me.

It was only because Felicity got sick and needed medication.

After we got married, we quickly had a child. The prenatal checkups were normal throughout, but suddenly in the seventh month, I went into premature labor and gave birth to a stillborn baby.

I was filled with guilt and sadness. Damien held me in his arms, kissing and comforting me.

"Darling, it's okay. We're still young. This child will come back to us again."

"The most important thing is for you to rest well and recover your health." In the moonlit shadows of his comfort, I found the strength to rise above my sorrow.

Yet, in the following year, during the eighth month, I bore another lifeless child. The doctor chalked it up to mere misfortune.

Damien, ever the actor, feigned consolation.

He promised that next time, we'd surely welcome a healthy little sweetheart into the world.

This time, history repeated itself cruelly.

These past three years have been a crucible of guilt, self-reproach, and fear.

But it was all a charade, a deception crafted to cure Felicity at my expense.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Damien's concerned gaze was the first thing I saw.

"Darling, you're awake? Are you feeling alright anywhere?"

"Should I call for the doctor? Is the incision still painful?"

This scene had played out three times now.

Damien's performance had only grown more convincing with each act.

If I hadn't accidentally overheard the truth, I would have fallen for his lies once again.

I placed my hand on my flat stomach.

"I couldn't keep this baby either, Damien. Maybe we should stop trying for children."

Panic flashed across Damien's face.

He hurriedly pulled a charm from his pocket and pressed it into my hand.

"Darling, I went to the church at dawn, prostrating myself to obtain this blessing for you. It's bound to ensure the health of both you and our future child."

"Let's not give up, okay? The next child will definitely be healthy and strong."

I stared into his eyes.