I was a Blessed Bearer, chosen by the System. After fulfilling 999 fertility wishes for people, I should have been able to sleep for a century, but instead, a mystic cult leader from the East kidnapped and imprisoned me. He screamed like a madman, raving about adding my skull to his collection. At death’s door, Julian, a powerful magnate from the capital’s elite, casually forked over 9.9 billion dollars and paid a fortune to buy my freedom. Moved, I pledged myself to him. But ten years into our marriage, I delivered nine stillborn babies, one after another. Finally, I was pregnant with our tenth child. Excited, I held the scan results, ready to tell him the good news, when I unexpectedly overheard his conversation with his secretary: “Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling’s uterine wall is paper-thin. If she goes through this again, she might not even survive.” “Every time a baby was born, we’d give them a drug that induced a death-like state, then they were sent off to be processed for Delilah’s ‘health tonic’. What if your wife finds out?” Julian’s voice turned cold. “What? You pity her? Or should I send *you* to be made into her ‘tonic’?” “No, no, Mr. Sterling, that’s not what I meant. It’s just, what if your wife finds out…” Julian sneered, “And what if she does? Being Delilah’s personal supply line is her good fortune.” “Delilah was on the verge of depression because she couldn’t conceive. Giving her nine children was the only thing I could do.” “As for Serena, allowing her to be Mrs. Sterling was my greatest act of charity.” My legs turned to jelly. The ultrasound scan results slipped from my trembling hand and fell to the floor. So, the sweet decade we shared was nothing but a meticulously crafted lie. Every tender gesture, every soft word from him, was just to make me willingly continue to conceive and give birth. My nine children were skinned and deboned alive, stewed into bowls of ‘tonic soup’, and delivered directly to Delilah’s mouth! If that’s the case, this rotten marriage needs to be severed, right here, right now.
Through the door, Julian’s sigh drifted out: “Not being able to be with Delilah forever already wronged her… The only thing I can do is ease her pain of infertility.” He turned, his gaze sharp, to his secretary Chloe: “As for Serena… keep your mouth shut. I won’t let her know.” Chloe felt a pang of pity, her voice trembling, “Mr. Sterling, all these years, I’ve watched you pour everything into Delilah. She gets whatever she wants…” “IVF was an option, yet she specifically demanded your wife’s children for her tonic… This cruel method, she’s clearly doing this on purpose! She just wants to sabotage your relationship with Serena!” Julian’s gaze turned icy. “Have you said enough?” “If this secret ever gets out, Mrs. Sterling might not be able to bear the blow… Those were her own flesh and blood! And if word gets out, the company’s stock would tank…” Chloe bit her lip, gathering her courage. “I don’t care.” Julian’s tone was indifferent. “For Delilah, I’ll do anything. I’m completely willing.” He paused. “Besides, Delilah said that once she gets a perfect ten, once she has her tenth child… everything will be over.” “But… what about Mrs. Sterling? Her body is completely depleted from giving birth to this child… What if she finds out? I’m afraid she won’t be able to cope.” “Her? She’s a Mystic, she’ll be fine.” Julian scoffed. “Even if she finds out, she won’t bear to leave me.” “After all, I was the one who pulled her out of hell with my own hands… She’s hopelessly devoted to me, deeply rooted in her affection.” I stood frozen outside the door, unable to believe what I was hearing. Every word spoken by the husband I’d loved for ten years was like a knife, flaying me alive. Ten years ago, when I was imprisoned by the cult leader, on the brink of death, Julian appeared and rescued me from the darkness. He said he fell in love with me at first sight. I believed him, pledged myself to him, and went home with him… But I never imagined it was all a lie and a trap! I was nothing but a tool for him to curry favor with Delilah… Every sweet nothing whispered in moments of passion, every time he coaxed me into intimacy… I thought it was an expression of his love… In truth, it was all just to make me conceive and give birth again and again… and then for him to personally send my children off to be made into a tonic! It was… utterly ridiculous! Click— The door suddenly swung open. I quickly composed my expression. Julian saw me sitting on the floor, his brow furrowed. He immediately reached out and pulled me up. “Why are you here? You didn’t say anything. I was just about to come get you.” His voice was tender, as if the cold, cruel man from moments ago wasn’t him at all. I forced a smile. “I was afraid of disturbing your work.” He kissed my cheek, then naturally took my hand, but paused. “Your hand is freezing. Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?” I shook my head, forcing out, “I’m fine…” Julian then noticed the scattered scan results on the floor and bent to pick them up. His eyes lit up with wild joy. “You’re pregnant?!” He pulled me into a fierce embrace, his voice filled with excitement, “This time we’ll definitely keep this baby! Don’t worry, I’ll use all my connections, get the best specialists in the country, to protect your pregnancy!” Suppressing my emotions, I nodded submissively. “Okay…” Julian escorted me back to the room, left a gentle kiss on my forehead, then was hurriedly called away by a phone call. I knew… it must be Delilah. After he left, I slowly got up and walked toward the basement door he never allowed me near.
I stood before the basement door, my fingers trembling slightly on the keypad lock. I tried my own birthday – incorrect. Then I tried Julian’s birthday – still incorrect. An unspeakable chill rose in my heart. I turned and went back to his study, opening his computer, trying to find an answer. On his calendar, a date marked with an asterisk caught my eye. My intuition told me it was Delilah’s birthday. I returned to the basement, my hand shaking as I entered the numbers. Correct. The cold electronic voice ripped my heart to shreds. “Couples need privacy. That’s how a relationship lasts.” Julian’s tender expression when he said those words was still fresh in my mind. Turns out, his so-called privacy was just a shield for secrets he shared with someone else. I pushed the door open, and the sight before me nearly suffocated me. The entire basement was packed wall-to-wall with photos of Delilah, and pictures of them together. Each one was carefully laminated and preserved, neatly arranged in chronological order. In the center of the main wall was a family photo of their eleven-person family, with Delilah in the very middle, smiling radiantly. I could barely stand. He had spent an entire decade weaving a deception under the guise of love, all just to fulfill his idealized ‘white moonlight’s’ wishes. And my children and I? We were nothing but tools for him to achieve his goals. If it weren’t for her, my children could have grown up healthy, instead of becoming ‘nourishment’ for the woman in those pictures. I had doubted myself countless times, filled with self-doubt and guilt. But now, it was clear: I was just a puppet, completely manipulated. He knew I was in agony, struggling, yet for ten years, he never showed me an ounce of pity. The passionate devotion I thought we shared, the gentle warmth of those nights—it was all just a mere echo of another woman. I scanned the room and found an exquisite safe in a corner. I opened it, and inside was a thick stack of documents. The undeniable words printed on those pages completely shattered my world. From being kidnapped and imprisoned by the cult leader to being rescued by him, everything had been a script, a conspiratorial plot they concocted. The only goal was to make me fall hopelessly in love with him. The last page of the document bore his signature. I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face. The man I had always seen as my salvation was the demon who had personally pushed me into hell. After I calmed my emotions, I took photos of all the pictures and documents as evidence. Immediately, I left and went to a private clinic owned by a friend I hadn’t contacted in a long time. She looked at me worriedly. “Extracting the fetus for external incubation is incredibly invasive, like a live dissection. It will cause severe damage to your body, and the baby will also face certain risks.” “Are you really sure?” I held back my tears. “I’m so sorry, my baby… But to save your life, Mama has to do this.” I endured excruciating pain during the procedure, then dragged my still-unstable body home. Julian was already there. I had thought he’d spend the night with Delilah. Seeing my pale face, he immediately came to support me. “Why are you so pale? Where have you been?” I forced myself to stay calm. “I felt unwell this afternoon and went to the hospital… The doctor said… the baby was gone again…” He looked surprised, quickly pulled me into a hug, and gently comforted me. “It’s okay, we can try again.” With that, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom, initiating forced intimacy. “For us to have our own baby soon, we need to try hard, don’t we?” As he spoke, his burning hot hand was already exploring beneath my dress. At that moment, I felt utterly disgusted. I had just supposedly ‘miscarried,’ and he was already impatient to ‘plant seeds’ again. Even though I was weak, my face pale, he was completely indifferent. He never cared about me. I suppressed my rage. “I want to rest… The baby’s gone, I’m heartbroken.” But he was relentless, holding me tight. “Baby, I know you’re sad, but for our love’s fruition, we need to try, don’t we?” I closed my eyes, forcing down the nausea, and let him finish. He immediately fell asleep, while my heart was ashes. He exhausted his energy with Delilah, then came back to play the part of a loving husband, not even bothering to pretend anymore. I put on my bathrobe and walked into the study, silently printing out a divorce agreement. A decade of emotions would finally come to a close. Seven days later, the Sterling family was set to hold a grand ‘recognition ceremony’ for a son. Publicly, it was announced as a way to foster good relations with the Delilah family and strengthen their long-standing family ties. The true purpose of the ceremony was for him to officially enter Delilah’s oldest child into the family lineage. It was to pave the way for Delilah’s children and help her secure the future inheritance of the Sterling empire. I had once been naive, thinking that Julian had ‘adopted’ the child from Delilah because he ‘felt sorry for my infertility.’ He wanted to compensate for my inability to continue his bloodline, which was why he let me raise the boy under the guise of a foster mother. I had actually believed it and was once filled with tearful gratitude. I was almost stupid enough to raise a child for my enemy. He claimed to love me incessantly, yet behind my back, he systematically cleared obstacles and secured status for his cherished ‘white moonlight.’ This farce had to end.
Early the next morning, I walked into the Sterling Corp headquarters with the drafted divorce agreement. As soon as I entered the lobby, I heard whispers behind me. “Is that Mr. Sterling’s wife? She looks so shabby, with no sparkle, no life…” “I heard she used to be that ‘Blessed Bearer’ or whatever. Probably worn out from sleeping with countless men.” “Married to Mr. Sterling for ten years, couldn’t keep a single baby, all stillbirths. Such bad luck.” “I don’t know what kind of good fortune she has, to shamelessly cling on in the Sterling family for ten years.” “That beautiful lady who just left was a feast for the eyes! Heard she has nine kids. Mr. Sterling’s eyes were glued to her when he saw her!” “It’s only natural, isn’t it? The one at home can’t even pop out a single baby. Who could stand that?” These words pierced my eardrums like needles. I fought back tears, refusing to break down in front of people. I looked up at the CEO’s office, gritted my teeth, and walked towards it. As I approached, the voices from inside pinned me to the spot. “Julian, you still have to be all lovey-dovey with that woman every day. I’m genuinely jealous…” Delilah’s voice was filled with unending grievance. Julian immediately consoled her. “I’m doing this for you, aren’t I? As long as she gets pregnant again, next time we’ll have our tenth child.” “Too bad she lost the baby this time. Such a useless woman.” My heart clenched, my fingers stiff on the cover of the divorce agreement. Delilah giggled sweetly again. “Julian, you’re sacrificing so much for me. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what I’d do…” Suddenly, her voice paused, and she pouted playfully. “Why aren’t you using protection again?” Julian groaned low. “You’re infertile anyway. This way is more thrilling, isn’t it?” I stood outside the door, peering through the crack, frozen. Julian was stripped to the waist, sweat beading on his back as he passionately drove into her again and again. Their bodies were tightly intertwined, the bed frame groaning loudly with their rhythm, mingling with Delilah’s breathless moans. They were lost in their passion in the room, so consumed they didn’t even notice me standing outside. I felt utterly ridiculous at that moment. The first time I miscarried, I cried all night, almost falling into depression. He was the one who gently comforted me, took me traveling to clear my mind, slowly helping me emerge from the shadows.
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