I was the wife of New York City’s wealthiest man, but on the eve of giving birth, I found myself kidnapped and thrust into a brutal reality TV show. Heavily pregnant, I fled desperately through the woods. Suddenly, I heard the voice of Dominic’s friend over the loudspeaker: “Hey Dominic, shouldn’t you be with Aria while she’s in labor? What are you doing here? Is Vivian acting up again?” Dominic chuckled softly, his voice filled with indulgent affection. “Yeah, Vivian insisted on watching this crazy show. Aria thinks I’m at work. She even sent me away when her water broke. She’s so silly.” I frantically pounded on the monitor, begging Dominic for help. But when Vivian screamed in fright, he immediately pressed the punishment button. A violent electric shock coursed through me. Amniotic fluid mixed with blood pooled at my feet as I curled up, tears streaming down my face. As the footsteps of my pursuers grew closer, the betting reached a fever pitch. Everyone was wagering on who would survive. Only Dominic’s voice remained cold: “One million dollars. I bet that crazy pregnant woman dies!” 0
Hearing Dominic’s words, the crowd laughed and shook their heads. In their eyes, this was a losing bet. How could a pregnant woman outrun wild dogs and fit young men? But Dominic didn’t care. He lazily pushed out his chips. “One million dollars to make my darling Vivian happy.” “Wow, Mr. Dominic is so generous! Casually dropping a million for your mistress while your wife’s engagement ring probably cost $100. Aria would cry if she knew!” Dominic lit a cigar, speaking matter-of-factly: “Mistresses are meant to be spoiled. Aria is so virtuous and understanding, she’s happy with just a joint bank account.” I listened to his voice, unable to reconcile it with the husband who once loved me to the bone. We had been in love for eight years. I stood by him as he climbed from a poor college student to New York City’s wealthiest man. When he proposed on one knee, holding out a simple $100 ring, he was crying so hard he could barely speak. I ended up kissing him first, saying yes through my laughter as I held out my hand for him to slip on the ring. I thought I had a perfect love story envied by all. I never imagined he had kept a mistress for five years. To live up to his million-dollar bet, the TV show’s henchmen roughly grabbed me. They yanked on the rope around my neck, displaying me to the cameras from all angles like a piece of meat. I dangled limply, feet off the ground, swaying like a broken doll. A pool of red spread beneath me. The host projected my stats onto the big screen with a whistle. “Wow, 99.9 cm belly circumference! That’s rare – a sign of lifelong happiness!” Through the hood, I saw Dominic’s eyes narrow as he loosened his grip on Vivian slightly. For a moment, I thought he had recognized me. A wave of bitterness washed over me. But the next second, a smile curved his lips. “I thought my Aria was already rare enough. Who knew we’d find someone with such similar measurements.” Watching his back settle into the chair again, I was filled with despair. I used all my strength to make a hand signal. It was one we had agreed upon years ago when I got lost at an amusement park. Dominic had gazed at me tenderly then. “Aria, if you ever get lost, make this signal. Even if you’re wearing a mascot costume, I’ll spot you instantly in a sea of people!” But now when I finally used our signal, he looked at me with disgust. He ordered his men to break my fingers without hesitation. “Only Aria can use that signal! You look half-dead already, how dare you try to seduce me by impersonating her!” “Release two more wild dogs. I’ll teach her a lesson she won’t forget!” Foul-smelling jaws clamped down all over my body. I screamed and thrashed, trying to protect my belly as blood streamed down my legs. His friends cheered, full of envy. “I’d say Aria is the lucky one, pampered by you all these years. She must be the happiest woman in New York!” 0
“This pregnant lady isn’t so fortunate! Stuck with a bastard husband, what rotten luck.” In the darkness, I managed a bitter smile. No one knew that the man embracing Vivian, repeatedly trying to kill me, was my husband. And I could only watch helplessly as the man who had held me that morning, promising to pluck the stars from the sky for me, professed his love for Vivian again and again before the crowd. The wild dogs inched closer to my throat. In my daze, I saw Death beckoning to me. Just as I thought I was about to die, Vivian’s voice rang out from the stands: “I’ve changed my mind. I want to play a new game.” “Since she’s going to die anyway, darling, why don’t we guess…” “The gender of her baby?” Vivian’s malicious voice, amplified by the speakers, exploded in my ears. Dominic’s brow furrowed. I thought he had remembered our promise. For this hard-won child, he had once knelt and kowtowed nine times at the most spiritual temple. He had obtained a blessed Buddhist bracelet for the baby, vowing not to commit any sins related to children. The bracelet was still on Dominic’s wrist, but he lovingly stroked Vivian’s hair. His voice dripped with honeyed poison: “Alright, whatever makes you happy!” Through the blood-soaked hood, my blood froze inch by inch. So when it came to Vivian, Dominic could abandon all his principles. Next, I was dragged onto an operating table by ropes as thick as my wrists. Vivian laughed mockingly as she lifted my mask, spitting in my face. “What a shame. He didn’t even recognize you or keep his promise!” Seeing me staring intently at her shoes through the gap, Vivian deliberately raised her foot to kick the operating table. “See clearly? Your husband buys me all the same gifts as you! Once you’re dead, I’ll be the only one!” “You don’t know, do you? Every night he said he was on a business trip, he was playing sexy card games with me.” “When your father died on the operating table without a doctor, it was because my dog got sick. He gathered all the doctors to give it hospice care.” With each sentence, my heart was stabbed with needles. Finally, the dense pain crashed over me like a tidal wave, burying me completely. The blood flowing from below was like a flood with the floodgates opened. The doctor hesitated several times before making an incision on my abdomen. He looked at Dominic, who was striding over: “Mr. Dominic, this is far too risky. One wrong move and…” Dominic’s eyes flashed with hesitation. Suddenly, Vivian cried out. “Darling, this bitch scratched me! What if she has some infectious disease? Waaah…” Under Dominic’s concerned gaze, she removed her hand. The red marks she had scratched herself weren’t even bleeding, but Dominic was furious. He slapped me hard across the face: “How dare you hurt Vivian? Continue the procedure as planned. No anesthesia! I want to see how tough she really is!” He stared at me coldly through the hood. I stared at the three teeth that had been knocked out on the ground, my heart a wasteland. Vivian leaned weakly against Dominic, meeting my gaze with undisguised smugness. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” The doctor put the anesthesia back on the tray and said quietly with sympathy: “Don’t blame me. I’ll try to finish the surgery as quickly as possible to minimize your suffering.” The moment the cold scalpel fell, my soul shook with pain. I could no longer hold back my piercing screams. Amidst my wails, the Buddhist beads on Dominic’s wrist snapped one by one. He whipped his head around to look at me. “That voice… it sounds just like Aria’s?” 0
I struggled to lift my head, trembling as I tried to grab the hem of Dominic’s shirt. But Vivian stepped forward in feigned shock, blocking me from Dominic. “I can’t believe it! She even learned to mimic Aria’s voice to seduce you!” “How terrifying!” The suspicion in Dominic’s eyes was replaced by deep disgust. He grabbed a handful of cotton from the hospital bed. And stuffed it forcefully into my mouth. I widened my eyes in shock, struggling with all my might. So much fine fluff entering my airways would be unbearable for a normal person, let alone someone with severe asthma like me! But what awaited me was another slap. Dominic’s eyes were cold, but his expression turned joyful when his phone rang. “Aria’s gone? She must be in the delivery room!” “Quick! Buy a full set of the most high-end baby products in New York! And book the $300,000 postpartum care center in advance! This is wonderful, I’m going to be a father!” Dominic trembled with excitement, completely oblivious that the person lying before him was his Aria. As the knife cut through my belly layer by layer, my breathing grew weaker and weaker. To keep me alive, the doctor gritted his teeth and injected me with adrenaline shot after shot. By the end, I had lost all reason. Even my soul seemed to have left my body. The baby’s clear cry snapped me back to consciousness. I heard Vivian click her tongue. “It’s a girl.” The baby was full-term and crying loudly when taken out, but was smothered to death. Carelessly tossed onto the cold table like a useless piece of trash. Vivian’s voice was coquettish: “Tell everyone outside it’s a boy! I have to win this bet!” Looking at the baby’s tightly closed eyes, as if just sleeping, I coughed up a mouthful of blood in heartache. In the darkness, all I could see was Dominic’s delighted face, over and over. We had married young and been together for eight years. It wasn’t until this year that we finally conceived a child. Dominic treasured this baby like gold, constantly listening to its heartbeat against my belly. “Honey, we finally have a baby. Boy or girl, it will be my sole heir!” “If it’s a son, I’ll teach him horseback riding and archery.” “If it’s a daughter who looks like you, I’ll make sure she becomes the happiest little princess in New York!” Now I knew that “sole heir” and “happiest” were all lies he told me! Dominic was still thinking about what gifts to buy the baby, not sparing a glance for his daughter who had died silently. His mind was solely on instructing his assistant on the phone: “Go to that Buddhist temple in the suburbs and get a safety amulet each for my wife and child!” His gaze fell on the broken beads on his wrist, an inexplicable unease rising in his heart: “Get another string of prayer beads too. I want my child to be absolutely safe!” I stared hard at Dominic’s face, my heart full of bitter irony. Too bad the prayer beads didn’t protect your child this time. The safety amulet certainly won’t protect me either. The monitor by the hospital bed started blaring alarms. But Dominic walked out with his arm around Vivian. Without looking back. The doctor helplessly passed by my side, then suddenly returned after a long moment. As if he had struggled greatly with his conscience. “I’m a doctor. I can’t stand by and let someone die. Maybe this will bring some good karma for my wife’s unborn child.” He dragged me out of the dissection room and called an ambulance. As they carried my stretcher past Dominic, my hand fell limply in the jostling. The silver band engraved with forget-me-nots glinted dazzlingly in the sunlight. Dominic’s pupils suddenly constricted. “Wait!”
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