Because my cousin Alice Kennedy needed a blood transfusion, my fiancé Dylan Mcdonald dragged me from my hospital bed while I was about to give birth to donate blood to her. When I was dying from blood loss and difficult labor, Dylan was having sex with her. I could only watch helplessly as they betrayed me, my heart shattering into pieces. In my moment of complete despair, Dylan’s uncle Chester Mcdonald saved me. However, I delivered a stillborn baby, had my uterus removed, and could never have children again. Chester knelt right there in the hospital room and proposed to me. “Harper Marshall, I’ve liked you for many Christmases. Before, I thought you were happy, so I didn’t disturb you. But now, would you give me a chance?” He helped me overcome my depression and made me believe I could embrace happiness again. But on our second Christmas as a married couple, while visiting my child’s grave, I accidentally overheard his phone conversation with Alice. He said, “Alice, giving you Harper’s baby was the best choice. She’s mentally unstable. If you had given the child to her, the child would have suffered.” “I can’t marry you, so this is my way of making it up to you. Don’t worry. As long as I’m around, I won’t let her disturb you.” Chester’s voice echoed through the cemetery like an evil spirit. I stared at Chester in bewilderment, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face. Two Christmases ago, I had delivered a stillborn baby after a difficult labor, never even seeing the child. At that time, I had several suicidal tendencies and had to rely on sedatives every night to sleep. Chester held me tightly, his eyes full of concern. “I’ll stay with you for life. Don’t cry.” Because of my emotional breakdown, he handled all matters concerning my child. But I never imagined it was all a lie, that my child was still alive and even had a new mother. All because of Chester. He claimed to save me, yet pushed me into the abyss. Finally, devastated by the shock, I wandered home alone in a daze. On my way home, Chester’s calls kept appearing on my phone. The word “Honey” kept flashing on the screen. But the thought of him terrified me, so I didn’t answer. Shortly after I got home, Chester returned. Seeing me, he sighed with relief and gave me a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was afraid you might do something foolish.” I didn’t respond. He held my cold hands and gently asked, “Harper, did going to the cemetery today bring back painful memories? Would you like to talk about it?” If I hadn’t overheard his call, I might have been moved by his words, but now I couldn’t trust him anymore. I said, “Chester, I had a dream last night. My baby asked me, ‘Mommy, where are you?’ Is he really waiting for me to find him?” Hearing my words, Chester avoided my gaze. “Harper, you’re overthinking. Thinking too much isn’t good for your health. What’s past is past. We should focus on the present together.” As he finished, Chester’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. He continued changing the subject. “Today is Alice’s child’s birthday party. Don’t worry, Dylan won’t be there. Let’s go.” I suddenly came to my senses. I thought, “Yes, my child is still with Alice. I need to bring him back.” In the car, instead of sitting in the passenger seat as usual, I sat directly in the back. An awkward silence filled the car as I deliberately avoided Chester’s gaze. I took out my phone and found Alice’s social media account, scrolling through all the photos of her child, Hugo Mcdonald, including pictures of his first teeth and first steps. As I looked at each photo, tears slowly blurred my vision. I thought, “This is my child! This is clearly my child!” I clutched my phone tightly, using all my strength not to cry out loud. I could endure Dylan and Alice’s betrayal, I could even not complain about Chester pretending to love me. But the one thing he shouldn’t have done was take away my child after lying to me. Finally, with trembling fingers, I tapped on the booking app on my phone and purchased tickets to a foreign country. I had three days. I must leave with my child. In my heart, I whispered, “Chester, I won’t play along with your charade of a loving marriage anymore.”
I noticed that every time Alice updated her spaghetti, there was an anonymous account commenting. I instinctively clicked on this account’s profile and saw the most recent post: “For the past two Christmases, whenever I accompany her to the cemetery, I can’t bear to look at her face.” My breathing quickened as the true identity of this account became glaringly obvious. As I continued scrolling down, my mind went completely blank. “That Christmas, her uterus didn’t need to be removed. I asked the doctor to remove her uterus. Besides Alice, I don’t want any other woman to bear my children.” “I’ve wronged her. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for her physical loss.” I looked up, staring intensely at Chester’s back, tears instantly blurring my vision. So he never loved me from the beginning. He even pushed me into hell, while I foolishly saw him as my salvation. For Alice’s sake, he stole my child and stripped me of my right to be a mother. But why? On what grounds? Just then, Chester said, “Harper, we’re here.” Looking at the McDonald mansion outside the window, I felt extremely excited because I was about to see my child. As soon as I entered, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. That Christmas, the drama between me, Dylan, and Chester had been quite the scandal, so the McDonald family relatives knew something about it. Now, seeing me attend Dylan’s son Hugo’s birthday party seemed very strange to them. I pretended not to notice their stares and searched for Hugo in the crowd. Just then, I felt my legs being hugged by a soft little body. “Auntie,” Hugo said. I looked down to find Hugo reaching out to me, smiling like a little angel. He said, “Auntie, pick me up.” I felt a lump in my throat, with only Hugo’s smiling face filling my vision. Just hours ago, I had been crying at his gravestone. But just as I was about to embrace Hugo, a hand suddenly pulled him away. Chester protected Hugo, eyeing me warily. “Harper, what are you trying to do?” With a hoarse voice, I said, “I just wanted to hold him.” Chester firmly refused, saying, “You’re not in a good state today. Don’t accidentally hurt Hugo.” Desperate to get Hugo back, I urgently said, “But I’m his…” “Hugo, come here,” a familiar voice suddenly called from nearby. “Mommy.” Seeing Alice, Hugo instantly jumped happily into her arms. Hearing Alice’s voice, Chester became visibly excited. “Alice, even though it’s Hugo’s birthday today, don’t tire yourself out. I can help.” Alice smiled at him and said, “It’s fine. Hugo prefers being with me anyway.” The natural and intimate interaction between mother and son spaghetti burned my eyes. Alice greeted me. “Long time no see, Harper.” I ignored her, silently watching Hugo in her arms. She deliberately held Hugo tightly against her, wearing an insincere smile. “Harper, I see you still love children.” “You and Chester are still Christmas young, and medical technology is so advanced now. Why don’t you two try again?” Before I could respond, Chester quickly denied it, “We won’t be having children.” He spoke hastily, as if demonstrating his loyalty to Alice. The atmosphere instantly became suffocating. Chester realized his tone was terrible, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at me. At this moment, Alice pretended to suddenly remember something. “I’m sorry, I forgot Harper doesn’t have a uterus anymore.” She sounded regretful, but her eyes remained fixed on me. “You can never be a mother. How pitiful.”
I clenched my fists tightly, trying once again to get Hugo back. However, Hugo is now extremely dependent on Alice, so I can’t rashly take him away. Thinking about this, I felt even more hatred toward Alice standing before me. If it hadn’t been for Alice and Dylan back then, how would I have had such a difficult delivery? How would Chester have taken Hugo away and removed my uterus? These demons robbed me of my right to be a mother, and now they’re trampling on my pain. At the party, everyone gathered around Hugo, chatting enthusiastically. One of them said, “Hugo is growing more handsome by the day, just like Alice.” My hand trembled violently, and my bitter gaze unconsciously fell on Hugo. He was eating contentedly in Alice’s arms, his eyes bright and lively, looking absolutely adorable. Thinking about how I’d missed two whole Christmases in Hugo’s life, I couldn’t help but tear up. Someone suddenly interjected, “Really? I think he looks more like Harper.” Immediately, silence fell over the group. Alice’s expression turned extremely unpleasant. Chester explained, “He’s still young, so it’s hard to tell who he resembles.” Hearing this, someone teased, “Stop talking about others. Your younger relatives already have children, when will you have good news?” I lowered my head and focused on eating, not wanting to answer the question. But Chester put down his fork and suddenly stood up. “Actually, they’ve recently developed artificial wombs abroad. I’m planning to take her to try it. She’s always wanted a child. As her husband, I want to make up for her loss.” I looked at him in surprise. “When did you—” Chester grabbed my hand, cutting me off: “You’re happy about this too, right? I was actually planning to tell you about this later.” He stared at me intently, squeezing my hand, the warning in his tone unmistakable. After the party, watching Hugo being taken back to his room by his nanny Ella Clark, I couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to discuss this matter with Chester. But Chester disappeared instantly, as if deliberately avoiding me. Finally, I walked to the underground garage, where I heard him say, “Alice, I don’t want to leave you, but Hugo is already two years old. This is getting harder to hide. I can’t let her ruin your life.” I followed the voice and found Chester’s car. The window was half-open. Through it, I saw Chester holding Alice tightly. He buried his head in the crook of Alice’s neck, whispering his love and reluctance to part like the most intimate of lovers. Alice stroked his back. “I know you’re doing this for my sake. It’s my fault I can’t give you more, and I’ve even forced you to leave with her.” Chester silenced her with his lips, murmuring, “Don’t blame yourself. I’d do anything to make you happy.” They embraced even tighter, and the atmosphere in the car gradually began to heat up. I saw Chester unbutton Alice’s clothes, tenderly kissing her skin. Soon, the car began to rock slightly. Feeling a wave of intense nausea, I fled from there quickly. I never imagined Chester and Alice had this kind of relationship. So, from the very beginning, I was just a plaything for the three of them. A powerful wave of exhaustion washed over me, and all I wanted now was to take Hugo away from this mess. I tried to go to Hugo’s room but was stopped by Ella. “Mr. Hugo Mcdonald is resting. No one is allowed to disturb him.” I said quietly, “I just want to see him.” Ella had no patience for my explanation and simply pushed me out. Looking at the closed door, I silently walked to the side. Gazing at the lit windows, I tried to identify which one belonged to Hugo’s room. That night, Chester never came back, and I searched the entire night. The next morning, Alice sent me several photos, each featuring Chester. He was half-naked, embracing the equally naked body of a woman. I felt sick to my stomach and couldn’t help wanting to throw up. Before I could respond, Alice sent me an audio recording. Amid intense panting, I heard Alice and Chester talking. Alice asked, “Chester, is it better having sex with me or with Harper?” Chester replied, “How could she compare to you? Her stomach is covered in stretch marks, and she has this horrible scar. I feel disgusted just looking at her.” I had already given up hope for Chester. But hearing these words still made my heart ache. Alice arrogantly messaged me again: [Just admit it, Harper. You can’t win against me. Whether it’s Dylan or Chester, they both love me. I have everything you don’t. What’s the point of you looking through my photos and posts? Isn’t my child adorable? You’ll never have children in this lifetime.] The anger I had suppressed for so long burst forth like a flood. She had ruined my life, taken everything from me, yet accused me of coveting what belonged to her. I rushed into the MacDonald mansion to find Alice affectionately playing with Hugo. Seeing Hugo happily embracing Alice and calling her mom, I completely lost my mind. I charged forward, trying to snatch Hugo away. “Give him back to me.” Alice screamed in terror, “What are you doing?” I grabbed Hugo from her arms and slapped her. “He’s MY child!” Alice looked at me in disbelief. “You…” Before she could finish, I fled with Hugo in my arms. Hugo struggled fiercely in my embrace, repeatedly shouting, “I want Mommy.” I held him tightly, choking back tears. “Baby, I’m your mother. I’m sorry I came too late.” Feeling Hugo’s strong resistance, I hated myself for not realizing sooner, for allowing us to be separated for two Christmases. I headed straight for the airport. Along the way, Chester kept calling me. Alice also bombarded me with messages: [Bring Hugo back right now. I’ve called the police!] She caused all of this, yet pretended to be the innocent victim. When I arrived at the airport, I saw police cars everywhere, so I immediately turned around and headed for the harbor. But soon I realized that no matter where I went, there was a car following me. Through the window, I saw Chester in that car. He shouted, “Harper, stop fighting. I installed a tracking device on your phone. You can’t take Hugo away.” I froze, realizing he had been monitoring me constantly. So that night, he and Alice… Chester’s car kept following me. Without realizing it, we gradually moved away from the city. “Stop now!” Chester suddenly shouted. I then realized that I had unknowingly driven onto a mountain road, with a cliff ahead. I slammed on the brakes, my body lurching forward uncontrollably. Terrified, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, breathing heavily. Outside the car, Chester and Alice were banging on my door. Alice said, “Harper, calm down. Let’s talk, okay?” Seeing Chester’s anxious expression, I laughed mockingly. Alice continued, “Harper, if you’re unhappy, you can hit me. But please don’t hurt my child.” The voices outside weren’t clear, but Hugo’s crying inside the car was painfully distinct. He cried out, “Mommy!” while repeatedly hitting the window, trying to reach Alice. “Baby.” I tried to touch Hugo’s face, but saw a flash of terror in his adorable features. My hand trembled violently. Then I felt endless exhaustion. In Hugo’s eyes, I wasn’t his mother. What was the point of all this? I would only make him more afraid of me, hate me more. I unlocked the car and watched as Hugo rushed into Alice’s arms. Chester gripped my shoulders tightly. “Harper, I…” I looked at him coldly. “You’ve succeeded. I have nothing left now, and I can’t threaten Alice anymore.” Chester froze, feeling a surge of panic. “That’s not true, Harper. You still have me. I’ll protect you from now on.” I broke free from his grasp. “I won’t let you control me anymore. Chester, I hope we never meet in our next life.” Then, without waiting for Chester to react, I jumped off the cliff, sinking into the deep blue sea. Chester shouted, “Harper!”
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