My husband, Kevin, disappeared for three years. After a long and painful search, I finally found him, but he had lost all memories and feelings, completely forgetting me. The only person he remembered was his lover, Cora Quinn, and he refused to come home with me because of her. Just when I was on the brink of despair, Jasper remembered me and returned to my side, showering me with affection. I believed we would spend our lives happily ever after. However, as I was nearing childbirth, I overheard Jasper speaking with his private doctor: “Make sure the baby isn’t born healthy. If it is born alive, ensure it doesn’t survive.” The doctor seemed hesitant, “Boss, you’re about to take over your wife’s company. Why let an innocent child die?” Jasper replied coldly, “Don’t call her Mrs. Adeline Bennett. I’m only playing along. The only one who deserves to have my child is Cora Quinn.” “But if you didn’t want this child, why let Mrs. Bennett get pregnant? She’s already thirty, and losing this child might prevent her from having more.” Jasper’s tone was icy: “If it weren’t for taking over Nebula Tech, I wouldn’t have let her get pregnant.” The doctor tried to object, “But Mrs. Bennett is suffering from prenatal depression—” “Do as I say, you’re overstepping!” I heard a dull sound outside, like someone was kneeling. “Do your job, my business isn’t for you to comment on!” The voice that I once loved turned into a sinister whisper, gripping my heart with suffocating pain. It turned out Jasper wanted me to have a child just to take over my company. He never truly came back to me; his heart still belonged to his lover, Cora Quinn. All the affection I thought we shared over the past year was just a facade. I bit my lips hard, drawing blood, and the bitter taste couldn’t distract from the sharp pain in my abdomen. The doctor came in with a syringe, the blue-silver light glinting ominously. He told me it was time for the anesthetic, that Jasper couldn’t bear for me to give birth naturally, and that a C-section would be quick. How absurd, as if when I open my eyes again, I wouldn’t just hear the news of my child’s death! My stomach cramped in pain, and I knew my child was far from seeing the world. “How much is Jasper paying you? I’ll give you five times, ten times, even a hundred times more, doctor. Just let me give birth to this child, let the child live, I beg you.” Tears slid down my face as I confessed to overhearing everything, trying to bribe the doctor to save my child. But he firmly refused, injecting the anesthetic into my body, leaving me in despair: “Don’t blame me, ma’am. Mr. Hunter controls my parents’ lives.” I lost consciousness. The doctor looked remorseful: “Blame it on Mr. Hunter not remembering you. He doesn’t love you now.” When I woke up, the life inside me was gone, as if it had never existed. Jasper was by my side when I woke, hesitantly telling me the baby was stillborn, blaming my advanced age and poor health in the last stage of pregnancy. But I remembered being in the delivery room just hours ago, telling Jasper how I felt the baby kick. I was too exhausted to confront him about his lies. He held my hand, kissed it tenderly, his usual way of comforting me, which I used to respond to by touching his face. But even when he rubbed his face against my hand, I didn’t move. I felt nauseated, too weak to pull away. Jasper suddenly became aggressive: “You’re angry because the doctor couldn’t save our child. I’ll go teach him a lesson!” He left, soon returning with the doctor, who was beaten while Jasper’s men held him down. The doctor endured it, not daring to curse Jasper, repeatedly saying, “Mr. Hunter, you are right.” Because his family’s fate was in Jasper’s hands. In some ways, Jasper was like a villain from a novel, indifferent to morals. Once, when I was kidnapped, he kidnapped the kidnappers’ parents, holding a knife to their throats to free me. I told him I didn’t like such tactics, and he promised only to do such things for the one he loved. I never imagined he’d use the same tactics to harm my child for a lover. Cora Quinn became the one Jasper loved, while I became a stranger he schemed against. It was absurd, and I laughed. Jasper thought I was finally happy, coming closer to hold my hand, but I pushed him away. Since your love is no longer with me, take the company, and I’ll leave. For a long time after giving birth, I was weak, both physically and mentally. Jasper gently comforted me: “It’s okay, honey. We have plenty of time together, and we’ll have more children.” I found his words laughable and told him, “But I’m thirty now. My health during the years you were gone wasn’t great. I can’t have more children.” Jasper, the direct reason for my current state, showed no remorse as he hugged me, saying, “Then let’s not have kids. You’re the best baby to me in the whole world. I’ll love you with all my heart, like I would our child.” As he spoke, I felt a strong urge to vomit. Jasper panicked, asking what was wrong, then rushed downstairs to call a private doctor. I was fine, just disgusted by how Jasper showed such deep affection for someone he didn’t love. In his haste, he left his phone behind, and seconds later, a call from Cora Quinn, whom Jasper had supposedly cut off a year ago, came in. The call ended after a few rings. I didn’t know how I felt, but I picked up his phone and tried to unlock it. After a few tries, I succeeded with my birthday. The chat history between Jasper and Cora pierced my eyes. Besides their flirting, I saw the truth of his supposed return to me. A year ago, Jasper disappeared with amnesia, refusing to come home. But when I showed him the Nebula Tech business card, reminding him to contact me anytime, he kneeled, saying, “Adeline, I’ve remembered you. These past three years have been hard on you. I’ll spend my life making it up to you.” I was moved by the emotion in his eyes, unaware that he was explaining to Cora. Jasper: “Cora, don’t be upset because I kneeled to Adeline today. I haven’t remembered her. It’s just a plan to get her company. Once I become the chairman of a billion-dollar company, I can give you a happy life.” Cora: “I know, dear. You couldn’t love anyone but me.” He didn’t remember me; he coveted my company to give Cora a better life. Just like when he started a business from nothing to ensure I lived worry-free. But in a few short years, he fell for someone else, forgetting me completely, using me to climb higher for someone else. Heart-wrenching, I continued reading, uncovering more brutal truths. Cora: “Poor you, having to please that old hag for our future. Isn’t it hard being intimate with someone you don’t remember?” Jasper: “Not hard, Cora. When I’m with her, I think of you, and it becomes easier.” I couldn’t take it anymore and rushed to the bathroom to retch. I saw Cora’s last message. Cora: “Honey, when are you taking me for our baby’s seven-month check-up?” I finally understood. Why Jasper always had so many engagements and work during my pregnancy, leaving me alone for all the check-ups. That time, I even developed prenatal depression. Jasper found me the best doctor but never cared for me or our child. It wasn’t about being busy managing the company. He was with Cora during her pregnancy, attending her check-ups, caring for her. He casually decided to get rid of my child but cherished Cora’s unborn one like a treasure. My heart ached so much I couldn’t even feel anger anymore. Even dry heaving produced no bile. Minutes later, the private doctor came with a kit, checking my health and prescribing medicine. Jasper watched worriedly, holding my hand, promising to take care of me at home. “Someone called you earlier, who was it?” Despite everything, I gave Jasper one last chance, hoping to see guilt or remorse. But he just checked his phone, lying calmly: “A client, probably to discuss the project.” He squatted, looking up at me like he was praying to a deity, yet his honest but emotionless face made me lose all hope. Kevin stood by, looking deeply concerned. When the doctor mentioned my weakness and the need for proper care, he took my hand and earnestly promised to take good care of me at home during this period. “Someone just called you. Who was it?” Pregnancy has indeed made me scatterbrained, but I decided to test Kevin one last time, hoping to catch a flicker of guilt or unease on his face. Yet, he merely glanced at his phone and, without a change in expression, lied: “A client. It must be about some project matter.” He looked up at me from where he was crouched, presenting an almost reverent posture, but the unwavering honesty on his face made me lose all hope. “Go ahead and return the work call. The doctor is here, so it’s fine.” Kevin said, “Work can’t be more important than my wife,” but he left the room to make the call anyway. I couldn’t hear the conversation between Kevin and Cora Quinn, but his cheerful and happy tone was unmistakable. My heart felt as calm and still as a dead sea, without a single ripple of emotion. When Kevin returned, he told me that the company was getting busier and he couldn’t find time to stay with me. “But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve booked a spot for you at the best postpartum care center and hired the most qualified maternity nurse. They’ll take excellent care of you during this time.” Cora Quinn was seven months pregnant, and he wanted to be there for her, to wholeheartedly welcome the child he truly desired. So, without a second thought for my feelings, he placed me in the care center. By now, I didn’t even have the energy to be angry with him. “Alright.” I looked at Kevin’s face, the one I used to love and long for over countless days and nights, and I smiled calmly. You drove my child away, and now you’re sending me away too. As you wish.
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