For five years after we got married, Julian Hayes pushed me into compromising situations with his business partners over a hundred times. Every night I spent with those men, he’d bring his little trophy girlfriend home and party all night long. I endured it, over and over again, for the sake of the baby I was carrying. Then, his trophy girlfriend, Bella Stone, decided she wanted to see “the limits of human drinking.” Right after my prenatal appointment, he dragged me from the hospital to a private lounge and forced countless bottles of hard liquor down my throat. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision, but Bella just pointed and laughed. “Look at her! Doesn’t she look like a pathetic clown?” Blood gushed out from beneath me, flowing down my thighs and onto the floor. Yet, Julian didn’t spare me a single glance. He looked at me with disgust, a sneer twisting his lips. “You’re filthy. Who knows where this filthy vagrant came from?” “Do you bleed like that on other people’s beds too? Hahahahaha, you’re right, she’s a clown.” I watched the blood pour from me, and there was no pity, no guilt in his eyes. Instead, he took his trophy girlfriend to the beach right after, celebrating their pet hamster’s 100-day adoption anniversary. He forgot. Today was my birthday. CHAPTER
I woke up three days later. I stared at the ceiling for a long time before making the call. After a long, drawn-out ring, he finally picked up, his voice still ragged with post-coital gasps. “Julian Hayes, let’s get a divorce.” A clearly impatient voice came from the other end. “Elara, what pathetic stunt are you pulling now?” “Can’t you just go a day without causing a scene? Are you *that* miserable?” My heart felt like it was drowning in bitter seawater, stinging my eyes. Julian never cared about my feelings, nor did he ever care about my health. “Julian Hayes, the baby’s gone.” “I’m stepping aside for your Bella.” Five years. I’d been tormented, body and soul, left bruised and broken. This relationship, which only I was fighting for, I couldn’t bear to continue. Julian clicked his tongue. I could tell he was forcing himself to be patient with me. “Stop being dramatic, Elara. I’ll have my secretary send you a blank check. Just fill in whatever amount you want.” “Julian Hayes, you still don’t understand.” “I want a divorce.” Julian’s patience with me usually lasted for only a sentence or two. I heard him explode into a furious shout. “Elara, don’t push your luck!” “You were always damaged goods, and for all I know, that kid in your belly wasn’t even mine!” “So what if it’s gone? You were so careless with yourself before, ruined your own body; that’s why you lose every baby you conceive!” “Are you trying to pin this on Bella now?!” I felt a moment of suffocating disbelief. I truly thought I had married for love, that I had the best husband in the world. I truly thought I would be happy for the rest of my life. But five years of memories, countless incidents, stung me. “Don’t even think about divorcing me. Even if you die, I’ll make sure your ashes never find peace!” Then he hung up. I slowly lowered my arm, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. This was Julian’s seventh child. Every miscarriage was caused by him, or by Bella Stone’s unreasonable demands. My doctor had warned me repeatedly during my sixth miscarriage. “If you have another miscarriage, your chances of getting pregnant again will be almost zero for the rest of your life.” I had told Julian more than once that we had to protect our seventh child. Just last month, when I brought him my prenatal report, I emphasized that we needed to be extra careful this time. But Julian was always impatient. “Don’t be so dramatic.” “Your pathetic attempts to get attention haven’t changed one bit.” He flung the prenatal report in my face, slammed the door, and stormed off to find Bella. Later, he still didn’t care and insisted on sending me as a “gift” to his business partners. I even held scissors to my neck, threatening my life, but it still didn’t earn me a shred of understanding or consideration from Julian. He had his bodyguards knock the scissors out of my hand and then slapped me viciously. “What’s with all the fuss?” “I think you just don’t want to.” “You’re nothing but a used plaything, so stop acting like some virtuous saint. Who are you putting on this show for?” My eyes bloodshot, I met his gaze. I couldn’t see any emotion in those eyes. They were cold, like he was looking at nothing more than an animal. Every memory connected to him seemed filled with the stench of blood and conflict. A crushing sense of helplessness wrapped around me, dragging me into an abyss, suffocating me bit by agonizing bit. My hands trembling, I booked a divorce appointment for a month later, screenshotted the confirmation, and sent it to Julian. The message was like a stone sinking into the ocean. Or perhaps, Julian saw it. But he probably just thought it was another one of my pathetic tantrums. But this time, I was truly giving up. CHAPTER
The next time I heard from Julian was one evening. “Come take care of Bella. She’s pregnant, and it’s my baby.” I stared at the words on my phone, my mind momentarily blank. Above it was the divorce screenshot I had sent him. I chose to ignore it, just as he had ignored mine. But not long after, the front door was violently kicked open. It was Julian’s bodyguards. They forcibly dragged me all the way to Julian and Bella Stone’s house. Every corner of the house was filled with the bubble-headed dolls Bella loved. Even the wallpaper was Julian’s least favorite pink, yet he’d personally put it up all over the house for Bella. I suddenly wondered, when was the last time Julian came back to *our* house? I couldn’t even remember. All I remembered was Julian coming home completely drunk every time, and without asking my consent, dragging me into the bedroom. It was less like an assault and more like an outlet for his frustration and anger. His tenderness was never for me. Or rather, the tenderness he now possessed, was no longer for me. Julian sat on the sofa, his leather shoes gleaming in the sunlight. He looked like a superior being, not even bothering to look me in the eye. “You’ve carried so many babies, you’re more experienced than any nanny.” “Bella’s daily care and diet will be your responsibility from now on.” Bella skipped out of the bedroom, and Julian immediately stood up to greet her. Bella jumped, and Julian caught her steadily. She clung to him like a sloth, her eyes filled with mockery and triumph as she looked at me, crumpled in the corner. “How are you still acting like a child even though you’re pregnant?” Julian held Bella, gently placed her on the sofa, then turned back to the bedroom to get her slippers, lovingly kissing her pale, tender foot. “Remember to wear your slippers, or you’ll catch a cold, and then I’ll have to take care of you.” Bella pulled Julian’s hand and swung it playfully. Their sweet display stung my eyes. I felt like a rat in a sewer, watching my husband and his mistress. “It’s okay, big sister will take care of me from now on.” As she spoke, Bella blinked innocently at me. She walked up, took my hand, and led me to Julian’s side. “So, big sister, I’ll leave me and the baby to you.” “Julian really loves this baby, so big sister, you can’t be as careless as you were with your own babies, okay?” Julian snorted, his gaze softening completely as he looked at Bella. “She’s not just careless, she’s utterly despicable. She ruined her own body, that’s why she loses every baby she conceives.” Bella pouted. “How can you say that about big sister? She didn’t mean to.” “Oh, by the way, big sister, how many babies have you carried?” CHAPTER
Seven. A bitter wave washed over me, choking me speechless. Julian, seeing my prolonged silence, coldly answered Bella’s question. “She probably can’t even keep track of how many there were.” I choked, struggling to look up at him, my voice raspy. “What about you, Julian Hayes? Do you remember how many I carried?” Julian fell silent for a moment, his face instantly turning ugly. “Hmph, you carried so many, I don’t even know how many were mine. How dare you ask me that?” Bella, sensing the tension, tugged on Julian’s arm, sweetly pouting for him to go back inside and get her a blanket. The moment Julian entered the bedroom, Bella turned to me. Her eyes were sharp, utterly different from the soft, gentle gaze she’d just given Julian. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “It was seven, right?” She took half a step back, narrowing her eyes as she looked at me, her gaze slowly dropping to my lower abdomen. “Your first, third, fourth, and sixth babies were all miscarried because I deliberately tormented you.” “Julian knew all about it, but he didn’t care at all.” “He doesn’t even know how many babies you’ve actually carried.” “Believe me, Julian won’t care if this one in your belly lives or dies either.” Rage surged through my chest, consuming me. My eyes turned bloodshot, and my body trembled. “You deserve to die!” I clamped my hands around Bella’s throat, putting all my strength into it. Julian, emerging from the bedroom, witnessed the scene. He kicked my lower abdomen, then rushed to Bella, asking about her condition. My body, having just suffered a miscarriage, couldn’t withstand such a brutal impact. The agonizing pain in my lower abdomen nearly killed me. Warm blood seeped out from below, soaking my clothes. “Bella, are you okay?!” Once Bella recovered, she immediately threw herself into Julian’s arms, sobbing. “Big sister didn’t mean to. She just loves you too much and doesn’t want me to carry your baby…” Julian gently stroked Bella’s back, then gave a look to the bodyguards standing nearby. “Since she’s so jealous and so promiscuous, take her to the hospital and cut out her uterus.” “I will only have children with Bella.” “Perfect, you’ll be accompanying clients later anyway, and it saves me from having my cuckold’s horn grow too deep!” I vaguely heard those words. More than the physical pain, my very soul felt ripped apart, making it hard to breathe. As the bodyguards hoisted me up, fresh blood streamed down my legs and onto the floor. Julian looked at the crimson pool, not with pity, but with sheer disgust. “Where’s the maid? Quick, mop the floor. Her blood is filthy.” I forced myself to stand, leaning on the bodyguards, every word I spoke costing me immense effort. “Julian Hayes, you forgot about Arthur…” Julian seemed to be struck by a deep-seated collapse and darkness. He raised his eyes, filled with a brutal malice, and the air around him became chillingly oppressive. “Tell the doctors, no anesthesia. Cut the baby out of her stomach alive to appease Arthur.” I was carried directly to the hospital by the bodyguards, feeling as if all the blood in my body had drained away on the journey. I lay on the operating table, the blinding white light making it hard to keep my eyes open. I had no strength left to resist. Besides, with the bodyguards standing at the door, even if I had the energy to get off the table, I couldn’t escape. As alcohol swabbed my skin, a profound sorrow enveloped me. My mind replayed the five years I’d dedicated to Julian, like a frantic carousel. The operating room was eerily quiet. Tears silently streamed down my cheeks. A cold scalpel pressed against my lower abdomen. At that moment, I couldn’t even utter a sound for help. I thought I wouldn’t make it out of this operating room alive. Dying like this wouldn’t be so bad. Julian Hayes, if there’s a next life, I won’t choose you again.
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