The husband gave me an abortifacient drug

Nine months pregnant, Dashiell took me to a charity gala. Midway through, someone drugged me, causing premature labor.

He frantically rushed me to the hospital, shouting "Save the mother! Save the mother!" and called in over a dozen specialists for a consultation.

When I woke up, I found myself alone in the hospital room.

Fighting through the pain, I got up to search for Dashiell, but overheard his conversation with the doctor at the stairwell.

"Mr. Carlisle, why did you kill your own son? He still had a pulse."

"Only with his death can my child with Vivienne rightfully inherit my fortune."

"Vivienne just gave birth to my bouncing baby boy a few days ago. My mother is overjoyed. As for Seraphina, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her."

I covered my mouth, weeping bitterly.

So, the happy life I envisioned was just a fantasy.

I'll let Dashiell and Vivienne have their way then.