After my third premature delivery, I gave birth to a stillborn baby. My emotional distress triggered severe hemorrhaging. Andrew Lawson, for my sake, performed the traditional kowtow ritual at the temple, kneeling and bowing nine times for blessings. Post-surgery, I lay in the hospital bed. I had just opened my eyes and was about to press the call button for a nurse when I inadvertently overheard Andrew and the doctor talking outside my door. “Andrew, this is the third child you and Scarlett Sheridan have lost. Even the strongest woman would struggle to bear the pain of losing three children in succession!” “Lillian Hayes says she needs medicine made from infant hearts, and you’re killing your own children for her? You’ve truly lost your mind.” “I promised Lillian I would cure her illness. Once she recovers, Scarlett and I will have a healthy child. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to Scarlett, treating her well…” My hand, poised to press the call button, began to tremble. So in his eyes, my children’s lives were merely “medicinal ingredients” to be sacrificed for Lillian’s treatment. Since fate had allowed me to discover this truth, I refused to be deceived and used by Andrew any longer. “These three medically induced stillbirths have already caused serious damage to Scarlett’s body. If you want her to continue getting pregnant, aren’t you worried her body won’t withstand it?” “After all, Scarlett is your wife. What you’re doing to her is too cruel. Have you considered how she’ll emotionally cope with the loss of those children in the future?” Andrew impatiently cut off the doctor: “Enough! I consider you a brother, that’s why I asked for your help. This is my family matter, and I don’t need you meddling in my affairs. Remember to prescribe the best medicine for Scarlett so she can recover quickly and get pregnant again.” The doctor sighed deeply, full of reluctance: “Scarlett has been pregnant three years in a row, and now with this hemorrhage, her body needs at least a year to recover before she can conceive again.” “Lillian can’t wait a year. I don’t care what methods you use—once Scarlett is discharged, I want her pregnant immediately!” Andrew’s gaze was determined, his tone brooking no argument. As the doctor left, he glanced at my medical chart, a flash of sympathy crossing his face: “Andrew, Scarlett has sacrificed so much for you over these years. We all see it as your friends. How can you do this to her… Never mind, think about it yourself. Don’t regret it later.” “Alright, go prepare the medicine now.” Andrew pushed open the door and entered my room. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. He placed one hand over my IV tube, trying to warm the cold medicine with his body heat. With his other hand, he took out his phone and sent a voice message to Lillian: “Lillian, the medicine should have reached you by now, right? Take good care of yourself and don’t worry about the medicine. I promised to cure your illness, and I won’t break my word.” I fought hard to hold back my tears. What I had believed was love turned out to be a lie from beginning to end. Andrew’s sudden proposal was only because Lillian had fallen ill and needed medication. After our marriage, we quickly conceived. Everything seemed normal during the prenatal checkups, but in the seventh month, I suddenly went into premature labor and delivered a stillborn baby. I was both guilt-ridden and heartbroken. Andrew held me in his arms, kissing me and comforting me: “Honey, it’s okay. We’re still young. This child will return to us. The most important thing is for you to rest well and recover.” With his support, I pulled myself together and gradually emerged from my emotional darkness. But the following year, I delivered another stillborn in my eighth month. The doctor said it was just bad luck. Andrew pretended to console me, saying we would definitely have a healthy baby next time. This time, the result was the same. For three years, I had been consumed by guilt, self-blame, and fear—all part of a scheme designed to cure Lillian. I slowly opened my eyes to see Andrew’s seemingly concerned gaze. “Honey, you’re awake? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Should I call the doctor? Does your wound still hurt?” This scene had played out three times now. Andrew’s acting skills had become increasingly refined. If I hadn’t accidentally heard the truth, I would have been deceived again. I placed my hand on my flat abdomen and said, “We lost this baby too, Andrew. Let’s not try for another child.” Andrew’s expression turned panicked. He quickly pulled a protective talisman from his pocket and placed it in my hand. “Honey, this is a safety amulet I prayed for this morning, performing the kowtow ritual at the temple for your sake. It will surely protect you and our child. Let’s not give up, okay? Our next baby will be healthy for sure.” I stared directly into his eyes and said, “Andrew, my body can’t take it anymore.”
Andrew’s expression froze on his face. I fought back my grief and anger, pretending to ask casually, “What did the doctor say?” Andrew suddenly cupped my face in his hands, looking serious. “The doctor said you’re in good health. Once you’re discharged, we can try for another baby. Don’t worry, I’ll go right now and have the doctor give you the best medication. Just focus on getting better—don’t worry about the baby.” With that, he immediately stood up and left the room. He didn’t notice how my body instantly stiffened, nor did he see the disappointment in my eyes. As soon as he stepped outside, he eagerly made a phone call. His voice carried through the wall: “Didn’t I tell you to switch Scarlett to the special medication? Why hasn’t it been done yet? We’ve used this drug before, so why won’t it work this time? She’s extremely weak right now. I don’t care about the side effects—I want her to recover immediately, preferably discharged within a week.” I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling as tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Was this the result of his proposal, when he promised to love me forever and always treat me well? In the end, there was nothing but deception and pain. I turned to my side and noticed another safety charm on the floor—identical to the one he had given me. Except this charm had Lillian’s name written on the back. So when Andrew performed the solemn ritual of kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times at the mountain temple, was he praying for my safety and our children’s, or for Lillian’s health? Andrew quickly returned with the doctor to change my medication. He thoughtfully helped me sit up, placed a pillow behind my back, and gently kissed my forehead. “Honey, this medicine is imported from abroad. You’ll get better soon.” He watched as those drugs—full of side effects—were injected into my body, all while wearing what appeared to be a tender, caring smile. I had to admit, he was truly ruthless toward me, showing not even a hint of mercy. When he left, I took out my phone and booked an international flight, also applying to cancel my identity information. Over the next few days, he stayed with me at the hospital, personally wiping my body, feeding me meals and soup, doing everything possible to cheer me up. Even the doctors and nurses at the hospital envied me for having such a good husband. His performance never seemed to exhaust him, and I saw no point in exposing his charade. On the day of my discharge, he prepared 999 roses to celebrate my homecoming. That night, just as I finished showering, he eagerly approached and kissed my lips. As he was about to take things further, I shoved him away. “I just got out of the hospital. I need more time to rest.” After my rejection, a flash of displeasure crossed his eyes, but he patiently comforted me: “Honey, I asked the doctor today. He said you’re completely fine now.” With that, he moved closer again. I pushed him forcefully, catching him off guard and knocking him to the floor. This time, his expression turned cold. “If you’re not feeling well, fine. I have work at the company anyway. I won’t be coming home tonight.” He slammed the door on his way out. I put on a coat and went to the study, searching the drawers for my documents. After finding my passport and ID card, I was about to leave when I noticed a black book on the dusty bookshelf that looked unusually clean. Curious, I reached out to grab it. When I pulled, the book didn’t budge, but I heard a “click” from the wall on the other side, revealing a hidden door. I pushed the door open and entered. In the center of the room stood a table covered with red cloth. Three glass jars sat on the table. As I looked closer, I nearly screamed, cold sweat instantly soaking my back. The jars contained three infant corpses—all missing their hearts. Were these my three lost children? With my heart still pounding in terror, I forced myself to examine the jars more carefully. I noticed red symbols painted on all three glass jars that I couldn’t understand. I took pictures, blurred out the infant parts, and posted them online asking for information. Soon, several users commented on my post: “These look like suppression talismans, usually used to trap the souls of heinous criminals, preventing them from finding peace or reincarnating.” “I just asked a Taoist priest I know. He says these are spells to trap departed souls. People who have harmed others sometimes use these to prevent revenge from beyond.” … Reading the responses, I trembled with rage. Andrew had gone so far as to curse his own children—truly the height of evil. Was he afraid for himself, or was he protecting Lillian from retribution?
Early the next morning, Andrew finally returned home. Someone was following behind him. “Scarlett, long time no see.” Lillian peeked out from behind Andrew, giving me a playful smile. Andrew hurriedly explained to me, “My parents said they haven’t seen Lillian in ages. They’re hosting a family dinner today, and since we’re heading back anyway, I thought I’d bring her along.” As if afraid I might misunderstand, he added, “I was working late at the office last night. I only picked her up this morning.” Lillian and Andrew were childhood sweethearts who grew up together. It made sense that the Lawson parents would want to see her. “Don’t worry, I’m not overthinking it. It’s getting late, let’s head out.” Seeing that I wasn’t angry, Andrew quietly sighed in relief. Andrew opened the passenger door for me, but Lillian rushed in and sat down first. “Scarlett, my health is poor and I get carsick easily. I can’t sit in the back.” After saying this, she shot me a challenging smile. Seeing that Andrew had no intention of intervening, I turned and took a seat in the back. Throughout the journey, I kept my eyes closed, pretending to rest. In the front, Lillian and Andrew chatted about childhood memories, completely ignoring me. When we arrived at the Lawson residence, during dinner, the Lawson couple showed me nothing but cold faces after I had lost my third baby. The resentment I had been holding back suddenly erupted. I made an excuse about being full, left the table, and walked toward the garden. I removed the wedding ring from my finger and threw it forcefully into the pond. Just then, Lillian suddenly appeared beside me, standing next to me. “Scarlett, it must be devastating not being able to give Andrew a child after three pregnancies. You know, premature babies aren’t always stillborn. I once saw one that was alive—he had beautiful eyes, just like yours. Such a pity he died without ever seeing his mother…” “Enough!” I had just raised my hand, without even touching her clothes, when she suddenly fell into the pond. Before I could react, Andrew had already jumped in and pulled her out. Andrew shouted at me furiously, “Scarlett, have you lost your mind? Why would you attack Lillian? You know her health is fragile—are you trying to kill her?” Lillian curled up in Andrew’s arms, saying in a weak voice, “I just saw that Scarlett had lost another child and was afraid she’d be heartbroken. I was only trying to comfort her. I never thought she’d push me into the pond… Don’t blame her, she’s grieving the loss of her child.” Andrew turned to me with a cold face, “Scarlett, apologize to Lillian right now!” I looked at Andrew and smiled sarcastically, “Apologize? I think you two are the ones who should be apologizing! Don’t you KNOW exactly what happened to my babies? How dare you pretend?” A flash of panic crossed Andrew’s eyes, “The doctor said it was just bad luck, didn’t he? You can’t blame innocent people just because you lost your babies.” The Lawson couple rushed over, having heard the commotion. “Why bother with a woman who can’t continue the Lawson bloodline? We should never have stopped you from being with Lillian. Who would have thought her body would be even weaker than yours? Quickly, take Lillian to her room to change clothes. We can’t let her catch a cold.” Watching them walk away, I gritted my teeth, seething with hatred. I walked out of the Lawson mansion and took a taxi home. Not long after, Andrew texted me: “Don’t take today’s incident to heart. What I said was just for show. Lillian has caught a slight cold and needs to stay here to recover. I’ll stay for a few days too, to keep my parents company. My parents aren’t really angry with you—they just want a grandson. In a few days, buy them some gifts and they’ll come around.” They want a grandson, do they? Well, I have a gift that will surely touch their hearts. For the next three days, Andrew didn’t come home. I threw away everything in the house that was related to me. Before boarding my flight, I called Andrew. When the call connected, it was Lillian who answered. She deliberately lowered her voice and said, “Scarlett, Andrew is busy making spaghetti for me and can’t take your call. It seems you already know the truth, but what you might not know is that my illness was cured long ago. I fed all three babies’ hearts to dogs. There was never any special medicine that needed hearts—it was just a joke I made up, and he actually believed it.” Before I could react, the phone was handed to Andrew. “Honey, I was busy just now. Why did you call?” With the taste of blood filling my mouth from rage, I said, “Andrew, I’ve prepared a gift for your parents. It will be delivered soon.” “Honey, you’re the best.” After hanging up, I removed my SIM card, threw it away, and boarded the plane. Andrew continued to watch over the nutritious spaghetti he was cooking for Lillian, not forgetting to instruct the servant to make sure my gift was delivered to Mr. and Mrs. Lawson. Shortly after, the Lawson couple screamed in horror, “What is this? Andrew, get over here! Look at what Scarlett sent us!”
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