My husband, Damian, obsessed with filling our home with children, had built a private island. Not for us, but as a secret haven for scores of women, all meant to bear his heirs. And the cruelest twist? He named it after me: ‘Chloe’s Haven.’ On our wedding anniversary, he even presented it to me as a gift. But the moment six heavily pregnant women suddenly appeared, all calling me ‘Mrs. Thorne,’ I completely broke. One of them was even Skylar Hayes, my college roommate. She claimed she’d been on the island for five years. In that instant, my heart ripped to shreds. Damian rushed to hold me, his eyes overflowing with feigned concern. “Chloe, don’t cry… you always wanted our home to be lively, didn’t you? Even though you can’t get pregnant, once they give birth, you’ll be the mother of these six children. We’ll never be lonely again, Chloe Reed…” “I told you, anything you want, I’ll give it to you…” Damian stared into my eyes, his affection disturbingly deep. But after seven years of marriage, I finally saw how truly sick he was. Tears streamed down my face in utter despair, and I desperately pounded on him. “…Get them out of here… Make them leave…!” Damian choked out a weak, “Okay.” But at that moment, all I wanted was to escape him.
“…Chloe…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” I was decisively packing my suitcase when Damian, his eyes red-rimmed, burst in and frantically pushed my luggage away. He grabbed my wrist, his voice trembling. “I’ll send them all away… just don’t leave me, Chloe, I’m begging you!” “Believe me! Those women are just tools for having children. As soon as the babies are born, I’ll send them away. We’ll go back to how we were before…” Before? I didn’t answer. I closed my suitcase, ready to leave, but Damian stubbornly refused to let go. As we struggled, his large hand cupped my face, and a torrent of panicked kisses rained down. “Chloe… tell me, what can I do to make you stay…?” “Please, just say something…” His voice cracked with a sob, his hands frantically gripping me, trying to reignite my love with passion. But he was wrong. He couldn’t keep me. Just this morning, when I saw him circling those pregnant women, kissing each of their swollen bellies… My once vibrant, beating heart had turned into a pool of stagnant water. “Damian, I’m tired…” The moment he pushed me onto the bed, I whispered, barely audible, and reached out to push him away. “Mr. Thorne…!” The door burst open with a crash. Skylar, caught off guard, stumbled into the bedroom, shattering the fragile intimacy Damian had tried to create. “Get out!” A glass cup shattered at her feet as Damian roared, his voice hoarse with rage. “Mr… Mr. Thorne, Lily and Dawn went into labor early!” Skylar stammered, trembling. At that, Damian’s expression changed instantly. He pulled away from my lips but didn’t leave right away. Instead, he grinned at me, full of excitement. He grabbed my forehead and kissed it hard. “Chloe! Our home is going to be lively now!” “I’m going to check on them. If you’re tired, rest well. I’ll be back!” He quickly got up and left, but my heart suddenly clenched in pain, and cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead. My heart condition was flaring up again. “Damian!” I bit my lip and called out to him, my voice trembling like a leaf. But Damian didn’t seem to hear. He didn’t look back and just walked away. My lower lip was bitten through, and I curled up in pain, but then I smiled through my bloodied mouth. I smiled, and then I cried… After stumbling to take my medication, I silently wiped the blood from my mouth, called my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement, and drove to the hospital. There, I learned that the two pregnant women’s premature labor was due to an accidental overdose of oxytocin. “Mr. Thorne… it was Mrs. Thorne! We drank the soup she sent, that’s why this happened!” The two pregnant women pointed at me, accusingly, their eyes glinting with cunning calculation. I looked at Damian, not defending myself with a single word. The next second, two sharp slaps rang out. Damian’s voice was icy. “Shut up! Chloe is not someone you can slander! Now that the babies are born, you two can leave.” The two women’s screams as the bodyguards dragged them away made Skylar’s face turn pale. After Damian left to see the babies, I turned to Skylar, getting straight to the point. “You put the oxytocin in, didn’t you?” Hearing my question, Skylar’s eyes instantly reddened, and she feigned innocence. “Mrs. Thorne, what are you saying?!” She choked, her shoulders trembling, as if she had suffered some immense grievance. But after four years of college together, I knew exactly how many little tricks Skylar had up her sleeve. Too lazy to watch her act, I directly handed her an agreement. “Want to be Mrs. Thorne?” “Get Damian to sign this, and I’ll give you this position…” At the sight of ‘Divorce Agreement’ on the paper, Skylar’s tears instantly dried on her face. She bit her lip in humiliation and glared at me. “Give it? Chloe Reed, you’re truly shameless! Why would I—” I started to pull back the agreement. “Forget it, then. As long as I’m here, Damian will never get a divorce, and you’ll never get your chance…” I made to retract the agreement, but Skylar anxiously snatched it from me. After confirming the divorce agreement was legitimate, she cast an uneasy glance at me. “…I’ll help. Anyway, you can’t have kids, so it’s only right for you to make space.” My heart suddenly throbbed with a dull ache, and every breath felt heavy with pain. “Then… I wish you both well. Have plenty of children.”
Back at the ocean-view villa, I hired a professional organizer online to sort out my house in the city. Anything related to Damian, I instructed the organizer to throw it all away. The first thing was the photo album, filled with memories from when we were five until twenty-eight; The second was the school uniform button Damian had forcefully given me as a keepsake during graduation photos; The third… the fourth… Love letters, stuffed animals, luxury jewelry… everything, absolutely everything, went into the trash. I looked down at the diamond ring on my hand, took it off, and flushed it down the toilet. By the time I was deleting couple photos of Damian and me from my phone, night had fallen. That’s when he returned with the baby and Skylar. Still holding my phone, I walked downstairs and saw the housekeepers carrying boxes of baby supplies into the living room. Baby formula, bottles, baby rockers, maternity clothes… There was even maternity underwear custom-made for Skylar… The instant she saw the underwear, Skylar suddenly tiptoed to peck Damian’s chin, her face flushed. “…The baby and I thank Daddy…” The sudden kiss made my eyes darken, but Damian merely frowned and chastised her. “You’re heavily pregnant, don’t be so jumpy in the future. What if you hurt the baby…?” Seeing this, I scoffed softly, selected all photos, and deleted them. The moment I closed my phone, only a pool of stagnant water remained in my heart. When Damian turned and saw me, his eyes suddenly lit up. He carried the baby over, eager to show off. “Chloe, this little one’s eyebrows are like mine, and the mouth is like yours. Look, don’t you like him?” He had a child with another woman, yet he claimed it looked like me… How absurd was that? I remained expressionless. “No, I don’t.” Damian’s smile faltered. “It’s okay if you don’t like these two. There are four more due soon. You can pick your favorite one to raise then.” But I still didn’t speak, and the air grew instantly awkward. Just then, Skylar spoke softly. “Mr. Thorne, stop teasing Mrs. Thorne with the baby. I’ve already prepared a gift for her, she’ll definitely love it.” With that, she walked towards me, her belly protruding, and handed me a gift box. I opened it suspiciously, only to find it contained the divorce agreement, signed by Damian. My eyes suddenly felt hot. Skylar had actually done it. I should have been happy, but my heart felt a bitter ache, like a wet cotton ball was stuck in my chest. “Chloe, what gift do you like so much?” Damian suddenly leaned over, his brow furrowed. “How come I didn’t know?” He reached out to take it as he spoke, but I quickly closed the gift box. “It’s nothing.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “You have secrets from me now?” Meeting his probing gaze, I glanced at the baby in his arms, my voice cold. “Didn’t you also keep secrets from me, having children with six women before I even found out?” His face instantly changed, and he panicked again. “I only kept it a secret because I wanted to surprise you… Chloe, I never meant to hurt you…” With that, he immediately handed the baby to a housekeeper, his tone cold. “Get rid of it. Don’t let it dirty Mrs. Thorne’s eyes.” Seeing that he wasn’t joking about getting rid of the baby, I frowned and stepped forward to stop him. “They’re already born, just raise them.” Anyway, I was leaving. Nothing mattered anymore. As I turned to leave, I heard Damian’s cold voice behind me, instructing the housekeeper. “Listen to Mrs. Thorne. Keep them for now. If they survive, fine.” My steps faltered, but I said nothing, only quickened my pace upstairs. However, that night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Worried the babies might be hungry at night, I mixed some formula and decided to check on the two little ones. But as soon as I pushed open the nursery door, I was stunned by the sight before me. Skylar was trying to smother the babies with a pillow.
The babies’ weak whimpers echoed through the dark night, like ghostly wails. “Skylar! What are you doing!” My pupils constricted, and I lunged forward, snatching the pillow from Skylar’s hands, my heart surging with furious anger. “No matter how much you want to rise to the top, you can’t be so cruel as to harm children!” Discovering that both babies had been smothered to death, a wave of rage consumed me. I slapped Skylar across the face twice like a madwoman. But the next moment, Skylar collapsed to the floor, clutching her stomach in terror, screaming for mercy. “Ah—!” “Mrs. Thorne, I didn’t mean to see you smother the babies! Please, spare my life!” My head buzzed as I saw the sudden gush of thick blood beneath Skylar. Just then, the bedroom door was kicked open, and Damian rushed in. “What happened?!” “Mr. Thorne, Mrs. Thorne is too jealous! She tried to smother the babies with a pillow! When I caught her, she tried to kill me to silence me! Mr. Thorne, please save me and my baby!” Her voice was shrill, almost piercing the air. Then she frantically cowered at Damian’s feet, begging for help, a triumphant smirk in her peripheral vision as she looked at me. “Jealous?” Hearing Skylar’s words, Damian looked at me, his eyes unreadable. I met his suspicious gaze without flinching. “I didn’t—” But the next second, Damian smiled. He seemed to have heard something that genuinely delighted him, and his laughter grew louder and louder. “Chloe, I knew you still cared about me! You’re jealous of the babies, you even wanted to kill them, so you love me!” Damian pulled me into his arms, his voice overjoyed. “I’m so happy… Chloe Reed, I’m so happy!” His eyes burned with an intense heat, seemingly uncaring of the two babies’ lives, or even Skylar, who was covered in blood on the floor. Skylar was shocked by his reaction, her head snapping up to look at Damian, her eyes full of disbelief. “Mr. Thorne, Mrs. Thorne pushed me… my stomach hurts so much…” Skylar seemed to try one last desperate plea, but Damian merely gave her a cold glance and had Alfred send her to the hospital. As she was being carried away on the stretcher, her eyes burned with resentment as she looked at me. But I didn’t care. After we finalized the divorce tomorrow, those two lunatics could be locked together forever. The next day, I sent Damian to the divorce registry office. On the way, I received a text from Skylar, asking to meet. Thinking the hospital was on the way, and that she had barely saved her baby last night and probably wasn’t strong enough to cause trouble, I went. After all, we had been college roommates for four years; it was a farewell of sorts. But as I pushed open the hospital room door, I saw Skylar’s sinister grin, a terrifying, twisted smile. “Chloe Reed, this isn’t over!” I frowned, realizing her words held a hidden meaning. Just as I was about to ask what she meant, a hand clamped over my mouth and nose, and my vision went black. When I regained consciousness, I felt a violent collision in my lower body, a tearing, agonizing pain. Opening my eyes, I saw a strange man, pressing down on me, biting and tearing at my body. I was completely naked. “Get away—! Don’t touch me!” My mind instantly cleared. I frantically shoved the man off me, screaming in horror. Then, the door was kicked open again, and Damian burst in, his eyes bloodshot, with a feigning Skylar right behind him. “Mrs. Thorne, I’m so sorry! I was stupid, I couldn’t stop Mr. Thorne. He found out about you eloping with your first love!” Skylar knelt before me, putting on a dramatic show, but Damian had already pounced on the man, raining furious punches. He roared like a completely enraged lion. “Bastard! How dare you touch her! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” “Chloe is mine! She’s mine! She’s the one I cherished, how dare you!” Skylar frantically tried to intervene. “Mr. Thorne, stop! Please, just let them be! If you kill him, Mrs. Thorne will be heartbroken!” But her words seemed designed to provoke Damian even further. He hit harder, blood splattering across his face. The man on the floor was already a limp mess. Any more, and he would die. “…Damian… stop hitting him…” Shrinking under the covers, my voice was hoarse and trembling. Hearing me, Damian’s veins-popping hand finally let go of the man. He pulled me tightly into his embrace, breathing heavily. After a long silence, I waited for his accusations, but Damian asked nothing. He picked me up, still wrapped in the blanket, and strode out. “Chloe, let’s go home…” As he spoke, Skylar, her hands clenched into fists, tried to say something, but Damian’s icy glare silenced her instantly. The car was dead silent, the ride wordless. At home, Damian ignored Skylar, carrying me directly into the bathroom. He meticulously washed every stain from my body himself, with endless patience. It seemed he hadn’t believed Skylar’s words at all. My heart quietly relaxed; I just worried Damian would make a scene and affect my divorce proceedings. After changing, I was about to go find Skylar for my revenge. But Damian gripped my hand tightly again, his voice soft. “Chloe, I have a gift for you. Come with me.” I didn’t think much of it and obediently stepped into the elevator, following him deep underground. Then, we walked into a giant, deep-sea aquarium. But the moment I saw the golden chains, my temples throbbed, and I instinctively wanted to run. However, the heavy door behind us instantly shut, and Damian scooped me up, carrying me to a bed. He started to shackle my leg with the golden chain.
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