I was scrolling through my feed when I came across a local community post. “Selling infected blood.” For some inexplicable reason, I clicked into the comments section. The first comment instantly made me draw in a sharp breath. “I’m interested. DM me.” The profile picture belonged to my husband. Just then, Derek walked in with a syringe in hand. “Honey, it’s time for your pregnancy maintenance injection.” … Looking at the opened syringe and recalling the post I had just seen, I involuntarily drew in a sharp breath. “Just leave it here. I’ll do it myself later.” A flash of surprise crossed Derek’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He smiled at me gently. “What’s wrong? I’ve always given you the injections. Are you feeling unwell?” I shook my head. “No, I just want to rest for a bit.” Derek and I had been married for seven years without having a child. After a medical check-up, the doctor said it would be difficult for me to conceive naturally and suggested we try IVF. Initially, Derek disagreed, worried that my body couldn’t handle it. It was my persistence in wanting our own child that gradually made him give in. After I got pregnant, the doctor said the embryo quality was poor. To maintain the pregnancy, I needed to be on bed rest and receive regular injections. So, I quit my job to focus on preserving the pregnancy. Derek cherished this hard-won baby too. He took over all the household chores and always gave me the injections himself. But could this man, who was so considerate towards me, really be trying to harm me by buying infected blood online? Noticing me lost in thought, Derek gently kissed my forehead. “Alright then, you lie down and rest. I’ll go take a shower and come back to give you the injection.” I nodded thoughtfully. Derek gave me a long look before turning to leave. As soon as he left, I carefully wiped the needle with a tissue. Sure enough, a red stain appeared on the white paper. In that instant, all the blood in my body rushed to my head. After a few seconds, I forced myself to calm down. I packaged up the syringe and threw it in the trash. I opened the post from earlier again. The poster’s profile was full of listings selling items from infected patients, including blood, used toothbrushes, worn clothes, and shoes. I never imagined people would sell such things. Only the latest post had Derek’s comment. He must be a first-time buyer. I thought for a moment, then opened a chat with the poster. “Hi, I’d like to ask how infected patient’s blood is used?” After typing this, my heart instantly jumped to my throat. The reply came quickly. “Just inject it directly into the person’s body. 100% infection rate.” “Do you have many buyers? Will the police find out?” “We have limited daily supply. Today’s stock is already sold out. If you want to buy, come back tomorrow. We guarantee confidential transactions. You won’t be discovered, don’t worry.” So, today’s stock was sold to Derek. Just then, Derek came out from his shower. I quickly hid my phone under my pillow. He glanced instinctively at the trash can. Noticing the syringe inside, a barely perceptible smile tugged at his lips. “You’ve had your injection? Get some rest then.” I nodded hurriedly, turning off the light to avoid him noticing anything unusual. I lay on my side, facing away from him, thinking about all our years together. We were college sweethearts, getting together in university and marrying after graduation. Derek’s family wasn’t well-off. My family provided the house and car. But out of consideration for his pride, I never mentioned these things. Over the years, he had been so attentive to me. Even my mom said no one else could put up with my bad temper like Derek. How could someone like that want to harm me? I don’t know how long I lay there before I heard a tiny sound from behind me. “Honey, are you asleep?” I closed my eyes, pretending to be sound asleep. Derek called out several times. Seeing no response from me, he took his phone and quietly went into the bathroom.
Soon, I could hear his deliberately lowered voice coming from the bathroom. I crept to the door. The words that reached my ears felt like an electric shock through my entire body. “Baby, don’t worry. I’ve already injected her with the infected blood. In a while, I’ll take her for a check-up under some pretext. Once the results come out, I’ll post them online for everyone to see what a cheap slut she is for sleeping around. Then all her family’s assets will be ours.” “Of course I love you the most. That yellow-faced bitch is like a dead fish in bed. She’s nothing compared to you. Tomorrow, book the room and wear that lingerie I just bought you. Just thinking about it makes me impatient.” The rest was just flirting between the two. I couldn’t bear to listen anymore and slowly moved back to the bed, collapsing onto it. So Derek had been cheating for a while. Now, for my family’s assets, he was even willing to smear my reputation and kill me. I never imagined the man sleeping next to me could be such a monster. I don’t know how long it was before Derek finally finished his call and came back. He lay down beside me, his right hand unconsciously sliding under my clothes, reaching for my chest. Feeling nauseated, I pushed his hand away. “Don’t. I’m not feeling well today. I want to rest properly. Why don’t you sleep in the other room?” Derek paused, quickly adjusting his expression and speaking in his usual gentle tone, “Alright, I’ll go to the other room. If you feel unwell during the night, just call me anytime.” Lying alone in the empty room, I really couldn’t accept how a man everyone saw as perfect could be so terrifying behind the scenes. Should I really keep the baby in my belly? Early the next morning, Derek had already prepared breakfast and brought it to my bed as usual. What used to move me now only disgusted me. My voice was cold, “Just leave it there. I’ll eat when I’m hungry.” Derek finally sensed something was off. He looked me up and down, puzzled. “Honey, you seem a bit strange. Do you have a fever?” He hurriedly pressed his forehead against mine, his tone tinged with disappointment when he found my temperature normal. “No fever? Maybe you’re just not well-rested. I have to go to the office for overtime today. Take care of yourself at home.” Before I could speak, Derek grabbed his bag and left. Overtime? More like rushing off to flirt with his mistress. As soon as Derek left, I took a taxi to the hospital. Although it was his first time buying infected blood to inject me, I didn’t know if he had tried to harm me in other ways before. A full check-up would be most reassuring. I had originally planned to go to the private hospital where I usually had my prenatal check-ups, but suddenly remembered that Derek always accompanied me there, and the doctors and nurses all knew him. To avoid alerting him, I decided to go to a different hospital. The results came out quickly. Everything was normal. When I got the health report, I let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that I had discovered this in time. I thought I might as well do a prenatal check-up while I was there, to see how the baby was developing. When the results came out, the doctor frowned for a long time, finally speaking hesitantly. “Have you been taking any medication recently? There seems to be a problem with your baby’s development.” Hearing the doctor’s words, my heart immediately jumped to my throat. “I’ve been getting daily pregnancy maintenance injections. During previous check-ups at the hospital, the baby was very healthy. How could there be a development problem?” The doctor’s frown deepened. “According to the test results, there are large amounts of drug residues in your body. This can lead to incomplete fetal development. You mentioned you’re getting injections. Can I see them?” Fortunately, I had a habit of carrying my medications with me. I quickly took out the pregnancy maintenance drugs from my bag and gave them to the doctor. He stared at the drugs for a long time, then threw his glasses onto the desk angrily. “Which hospital prescribed these drugs for you? This medicine contains large amounts of hormones that pregnant women shouldn’t use. If you’ve been using this for injections every day, of course the fetus will have problems!” “Moreover, your body is very healthy. You don’t need bed rest at all. How can this hospital be so irresponsible!” I suddenly felt like I had been struck by lightning. The hospital where I had the surgery and prenatal check-ups was all arranged by Derek. He said this private hospital had good technology and service, and he couldn’t bear to let me suffer even a little discomfort. After the embryo transfer surgery, it was also Derek who told me that my constitution was too weak and I needed bed rest and injections to keep the baby. I believed his words without doubt. He always went to get the medications prescribed by the hospital, and he accompanied me to the check-ups. It turns out I never needed bed rest at all. Everything he did was to cut off my contact with the outside world as much as possible. This whole thing was a scam orchestrated by him and the hospital from the beginning. He knew how much I wanted a child of my own, yet he never intended to let our child live. For his own selfish desires, he could even erase his own flesh and blood. Derek was simply not fit to be human. The air in the consultation room froze for a few seconds. The experienced doctor looked at me with some sympathy. “This child is born with developmental defects. From a medical perspective, I don’t recommend keeping it. Think it over carefully. You don’t have much time left.” Hearing the doctor’s words, I felt like I had plunged into an ice cellar. I had felt the baby move just this morning, and now I was facing such a cruel choice. The culprit behind all this was that scumbag Derek. I absolutely couldn’t let him off. After calming down for a few seconds, I tried hard to control my trembling voice. “Keeping this child would only harm them. I won’t be that selfish.” But baby, can you help mommy one last time? By the time I got home, Derek had already returned. As soon as he saw me, he hugged me with a somewhat panicked expression. “Why did you go out alone? I called you but you didn’t answer. I was so worried. Didn’t the doctor say you needed bed rest?” The unfamiliar smell of hotel shower gel reached my nose. I frowned and pushed him away. “I’ve been lying down at home for too long, so I wanted to go for a walk.” Derek didn’t suspect anything. “The doctor said you need plenty of bed rest. Next time, wait for me to come back if you want to go out. What if you feel unwell and there’s no one with you? I’d be worried.” Looking at his sincere expression, I suddenly asked, “By the way, didn’t you say you were going to work overtime today? Did you finish?” Derek’s eyes started to wander when I suddenly changed the subject. “Of course. It was just some small matters. I thought about you being alone at home, so I hurried to finish and come back to be with you.” I nodded noncommittally. “I want to go stay at my mom’s for a few days. It’s been a while since I’ve been back. I want to see them.” A flash of displeasure crossed Derek’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. “Alright then, let me pack some things and we’ll go visit your parents together.” I shook my head firmly. “No need. I want to go back and stay for a few days by myself. You’ve been working hard lately, take a rest at home. I’ll stay for a couple of days and come back. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.” Intentionally or not, I emphasized the words “working hard”. Derek lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then smiled. “That’s fine too. In a few days, it’ll be time for your prenatal check-up. I’ll take you then.” At the mention of the prenatal check-up, my heart instantly felt like it was being stabbed. I avoided his gaze and said perfunctorily, “Can you go to the pharmacy and get some common medications for me? You know best what medicines I take. I’m worried they might not have them at my parents’ place.” Hearing this, Derek nodded eagerly. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go now. You rest at home for a bit. I’ll help you pack when I get back.” Watching Derek’s hurried figure leave, I opened my phone and saw his comment under the poster’s latest post: “I want today’s toothbrush.” That’s probably why he rushed out. After making sure Derek was gone, I took out a hidden camera from my bag and installed it in the corner facing the front door. With this, the next steps would be much easier. Derek took a long time to come back. I didn’t ask much, just watched him neatly pack my luggage. “I bought this toothbrush for you just now. You can use it directly when you go back.” I looked at the obviously used toothbrush but didn’t expose him, letting him put it into my suitcase. He offered to send me back, but I refused. “I’ve already called a car. It’s waiting downstairs. You can just help me take the luggage to the car.” This time he didn’t refuse. Shortly after I got in the car, I saw him hurriedly take out his phone and start making a call in the rearview mirror. We both knew very well who that call was for. After leaving the coffee shop, I turned off the voice recorder in my bag. From the moment I entered the coffee shop, I started recording. Derek was certainly hateful, but the poster selling items from infected patients wasn’t a good person either. They would all face legal consequences. I found a hotel nearby to stay. After settling in, I opened my phone. The screen showed Derek and a woman entangled together. Sure enough, less than two hours after I left, they were already so eager. I immediately took a taxi back to the community. With my pregnant belly, I sought help from the security guard uncles. “Uncle, I think there’s a thief in my house. I’m pregnant and can’t handle it. Could you come with me to check? I’m a pregnant woman and it’s not convenient for me.” The security guard was very responsible. He took an iron rod and patted his chest, assuring me, “Don’t worry, with me here, no thief can escape.” A kind auntie nearby also wanted to come along. “Young lady, auntie will go with you. It’s dangerous for a pregnant woman. More people means more strength. Auntie will accompany you.” Looking at the warm-hearted auntie who often cracked sunflower seeds and gossiped in the community, I felt a bit more secure. So, our group of several people marched imposingly towards my house.
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