My psychotic husband loved me more than life itself. To get me pregnant, he worked at it every single night for eight years. On the day I went into premature labor, I was rushing to the hospital when I collided with a mafia boss's wedding procession. The impact was so severe that my baby's head was crowning. Yet, I saw my husband holding the bride, telling his lackeys nearby, "What terrible luck. Crashing my wedding and spilling blood. Bury her alive." A group of men started kicking and punching my pregnant belly. My husband completely ignored my cries for help. Before he left, I heard him mutter, "Pregnant women are the most annoying. They never stop making a scene." ... "Was she attacked by terrorists?! How could a pregnant woman be bleeding this heavily without her husband looking after her?!" "The situation is critical! It could cost both their lives! Notify the surgeons immediately for emergency surgery!" The obstetricians couldn't fathom what I had endured upon seeing my horrific state. They never would have guessed that my own husband was the one who ordered me to be brutalized like this. Before today, I had absolutely no idea that Arthur Sterling was a mafia boss in T-country. He ordered his men to kick and punch my stomach. While I whimpered for help, he was only worried I would jinx his wedding. "Seeing blood is the worst taboo for a wedding! Such an auspicious day ruined by this unlucky trash." He quickly ordered them to drag me to the back of the mountain. Then, he held the other woman's hand tightly. "Don't be afraid. I'll take you to the temple to cleanse the bad luck later." My heart felt like it was tearing apart. It seemed my bleeding and miscarriage were the greatest desecration of their wedding. Weren't you the one who begged for this child every single night? If only you had looked back, you would have recognized me. Arthur wished my unborn child and I wouldn't make a single sound, so we wouldn't pollute their wedding. I desperately shielded my stomach, but it only made them more excited to abuse my unborn child. When Arthur first married me, he treated me like his most prized possession. I was with him for eight whole years. To have a child, he worked at it every night. When he found out I was pregnant, he wept tears of joy. Why are you now killing our child with your own hands? Lying on the freezing operating table, surrounded by the clinking of cold surgical instruments, every sound tortured my nerves. I wondered if it was possible that Arthur had seen my message about going into premature labor and was looking for me. Just then, a familiar voice reached my ears. "Hurry! Save my wife!" I thought Arthur had remembered me. With great effort, I lifted my heavy eyelids and looked through the glass door of the delivery room. But I saw Arthur frantically holding the bride's pristine white arm, burning with anxiety. Meanwhile, the hospital had been trying to contact my family, but his phone was unreachable. "Are you okay? I told you to let the subordinates handle those things! What if it leaves a scar?" As he spoke, Arthur's voice actually trembled. So he could cherish another woman this deeply, yet leave me, heavily pregnant, home alone. The reason I couldn't reach him was probably that he was afraid I'd interrupt his wedding... And I, rushing to the hospital because of premature labor, was bruised all over by the beating Arthur ordered. I had held on this long solely by the sheer willpower to give birth to this child. "Are there no obstetricians available?!" Lying under the pale lights of the operating room, I couldn't even speak. I could only feel the tearing pain and my blood slowly draining away, but there was no doctor to deliver the baby. "Still can't reach the family? How could a pregnant woman go into premature labor without anyone looking after her?! This is a high risk for both mother and child!" Because there was no signature, the doctors didn't dare proceed with the surgery. "There's no time for signatures! Push her into the OR and have the surgeons perform emergency surgery!" My consciousness blurred. I couldn't make out the faces around me. Vague, dark shadows flashed past, like demons from hell coming to claim my life and my child's. "That woman who crashed the wedding today seems to be in this hospital too," the bride exclaimed, hearing the commotion. "Why isn't she dead yet? I should have ripped her head off right then and there," Arthur cursed viciously. Couldn't reach the family? The man cursing me and my unborn child to die at the end of the hallway... Wasn't that my unreachable husband? In that moment, Arthur seemed utterly rotten to me. Medical care in this area wasn't advanced, and this hospital was remote. I could feel that the temporary surgeon called in wasn't very experienced. "The head is out! The baby is still alive! Quick! Push!" Hearing the baby was alive reignited my hope. But at that critical moment, Arthur's harsh voice rang out from outside. "Quacks! You're all quacks! What do you mean 'minor cut'?! She's bleeding so much! What if she gets tetanus?! Call all the surgeons out here immediately!" Someone objected, "You can't. Some doctors are delivering babies, they can't be interrupted." My heart felt pierced by a sharp knife. I only hoped Arthur would let me and the baby be, so I could give birth safely. If only for the sake of the eight years we spent wanting this child together. Bang— Then I heard a gunshot echo through the hospital. Followed by Arthur's low roar: "Get all the doctors out here right now! Now!" The next second, the operating room door was violently thrown open. A subordinate next to him whispered to the second-in-command, "Boss... isn't this the woman in the photo in the Big Boss's wallet? The Big Boss has a wife back in the US. Could this be her?" The subordinate was quickly silenced with a glare and a low reprimand, "Do you think the Big Boss wouldn't recognize his own wife?! We just follow orders!" Through the glass door, I could just make out the bride's blurry face. I remembered. She was Arthur's "first love." People in our circle used to say Arthur only married me to spite her. But his crazy obsession with me after we married made me believe he truly loved me. My baby was stuck in the birth canal. I could feel him kicking inside me, trying to use his own strength to be born. I could feel his vibrant life, but his presence was growing weaker and weaker. He had always been playful in my belly, constantly kicking me with his tiny feet. I had imagined his face countless times. But because there was no doctor to deliver him, he eventually stopped struggling. Outside the delivery room, over a dozen doctors swarmed around the woman in the wedding dress. Fussing over a cut on her hand that was less than four inches long. The man orchestrating all this was my husband. Hearing there was a baby waiting to be delivered inside, Arthur sneered, "It's just a pregnant woman. If she dies, she dies. If the husband isn't even around during pregnancy, nobody wants the kid anyway. Hurry up and give my wife some painkillers!" With that, his gaze returned to Mia's wound, blowing on it and licking it, his heart aching for her. Yes, a pregnancy where the husband isn't around, a child no one wants. I looked outside the delivery room at the seemingly perfect newlyweds. Their happiness was blinding. It was as if I was just a damned, buzzkill pregnant woman. In fact, Arthur would probably be happier if the child died. Thinking of this, despair soaked through every bone in my body. Outside the delivery room, Mia's wound was bandaged and practically healed. "It doesn't hurt anymore! Thank you, Arthur~" Mia's voice was delicate and soft. "Arthur~ I heard the placenta can boost fetal development~ Did you forget~ I'm carrying your baby too~" "Go, rip her placenta out, dry it, and prepare it for Mia's medicine," Arthur ordered with disgust. "If she's too incompetent to give birth, she deserves to die." Next, two heavily tattooed men walked in. I lay numbly on the bed, despair leaking from the corners of my mouth. I didn't even have the thought of struggling anymore. After entering the delivery room, the subordinate from earlier said to the second-in-command, "I really think this woman is the Big Boss's wife. Should we ask him? They look exactly alike." He was immediately scolded, "Are you stupid? Even if she is his woman, she's just a breeding machine. He probably got tired of her and did this on purpose. Didn't you see how frantic he was for Mia? If it was true love, he wouldn't have left her alone late in her pregnancy! Do you think that's possible?" With that, they violently ripped my baby out, forcefully tearing the connected placenta. Just because Arthur wanted to use my placenta to safeguard his bride's pregnancy. It hurts... It hurts... It really hurts... Even though the pain had numbed me, watching my suffocated baby thrown onto the floor... I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. He looked exactly as I imagined: a tiny nose, pursed lips, fuzzy hair, and faint eyebrows. He was so small, so pitiful. Yet, because of his father, he never made it into this world. As my heart turned to ash, Mia leaned in close and whispered: "That's what you get for hogging Arthur for so many years." I caught the provocative smirk on Mia's lips, a shockwave exploding in my mind. She knows me?! "That's what you get for getting pregnant with Arthur's baby before me. The baby is dead, isn't it?" With that, she turned to Arthur with a pitiful look. "Arthur, let's wait a little longer before leaving~ This person is so scary, she keeps staring at me. Why don't we just cremate her?" "Burn her, so she doesn't scare you." Arthur affectionately patted Mia's head. "Mia, you distribute the bonuses to the brothers later in the wedding. I won't go." "Your sister-in-law is heavily pregnant at home. This godforsaken place in T-country doesn't even have a decent obstetrician. If she goes into premature labor and ends up with a surgeon delivering the baby, my heart would break." When we first came to T-country, Arthur insisted on bringing me because he didn't want to leave me alone. How did it end up that he killed our child with his own hands... After speaking, Arthur finally turned his phone on to check the messages I sent. I don't know who stepped on my baby, but he was flattened against the floor. "That fetus is so disgusting. How could you step on it? The head is squished. You scared Mia." As he waited for his phone to boot up, he covered Mia's eyes. Suddenly, Arthur looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. Ignoring Mia in her wedding dress, he spun around to rush back. Using every last ounce of my strength, I ripped off the heirloom jade Arthur gave me and threw it at him. Crash. The white mutton-fat jade shattered into pieces. Arthur, who had been desperately rushing back, froze when he saw the jade. He closed the distance to my window in three strides. The moment our eyes met, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning again. "Why are you here?! Why are you here?!" Arthur's eyes darted frantically across my face. He couldn't believe the pregnant woman he ordered his men to beat was me. And when he noticed the flattened baby in the corner... Arthur burst into tears, trembling as he gathered the baby into his arms. "I tried for eight years for this child! I really didn't know it was you! Chloe!" Arthur fell to his knees, his eyes reflecting a maddening agony. He collapsed onto the floor, slapping himself repeatedly in remorse, sobbing uncontrollably. "Chloe! How could this happen?! How could this happen?!" Arthur screamed like a madman, clutching the baby. He never imagined that the bleeding pregnant woman he found so unlucky at his wedding was his own wife. Right. How could he have known it was me? When I was hit by the wedding car, he never even thought to verify my identity. He just saw me bleeding everywhere and thought I ruined his luck. From beginning to end, he only had eyes for the woman next to him. He never even considered checking who I was. While I was home alone late in my pregnancy, he was busy marrying another woman. He even turned his phone off, afraid my calls would interrupt his wedding. And when I lay bleeding out in the delivery room... Hearing Arthur's voice, I was initially filled with hope. But it was only because Mia scratched her hand with a box cutter. In that moment, Arthur was completely dead to me. But in the end, when I just wanted to give birth to my child, he dragged my doctor away. Causing my baby, who could have lived, to suffocate in my womb. I just stared blankly at Arthur. He was still wearing the groom's suit he wore to marry Mia. Seeing my scrutinizing gaze, he hastily stripped off the suit jacket, pulled the ring off his finger, and clung desperately to the dead fetus, hoping to earn my forgiveness. "Chloe, I'm sorry! I never thought you'd go into premature labor! I didn't betray you! I was just the best man! It was one of my men getting married!" Best man? I found it hilarious. Even at death's door, Arthur was still making excuses. Pfft— Another gush of blood spilled from my mouth. That cold, ruthless face was frozen right in front of me. I watched his expression shift from shock to confusion, then to contorted agony. "Hurry! Hurry! Save my wife! Hurry up!" Arthur suddenly seemed to lose his mind, waving his gun at everyone around him. "If you don't save her, you all die!" He held everyone hostage like a maniac, just like he had held the surgeon hostage for Mia earlier. Arthur's reaction hit like a bombshell, leaving the doctors and his subordinates completely bewildered. What was going on? Who exactly was the boss's wife? Didn't he just drag the delivering doctor away to bandage the bride's cut? Why was he acting crazy now? And he had his men rip the baby out of the pregnant woman, even letting the baby's head get crushed. I watched Arthur kneel frantically by my operating table. He grabbed my hand, trembling all over. "Don't die! Chloe! Why is it you?! Don't die! Why didn't you call me?! Chloe!" Suddenly remembering something, he knelt on the floor and slapped himself furiously. Everyone was stunned. Was this crying, self-slapping man really the arrogant, ruthless mafia boss from moments ago? Maybe I should help him remember why I didn't call him. I tried. I whimpered for help, but because he found me noisy, I was dragged to the back mountain and beaten by his men. My eyes met Arthur's, mine filled with nothing but disgust. A cold smirk curled on my lips, while he looked maddened with pain. "What are you standing around for?! Do you all want to die?!" A broken look flashed in Arthur's eyes. Unable to bear my mocking gaze, he raised his gun and fired two shots into the ceiling. The hospital instantly erupted in chaos. Everyone rushed to push me into the operating room. "The patient has lost too much blood..." The surgeon, seeing the operating room covered in my blood, rubbed his forehead. He wanted to say my chances of survival were slim, but remembering Arthur's reputation, he swallowed the words. "Quickly request blood bags." "Director, the hospital is facing a blood shortage. We don't have enough in stock." Arthur's lips trembled. "Take mine! Take mine!" I found Arthur's current state laughable. When he left me home alone late in my pregnancy, didn't he think about what I would do if I went into premature labor? Yet, he still chose to give another woman a wedding and left me behind. Who was he putting on this crazy act for now? To hear me clearly, Arthur had to lean close to my ear. "What is it? Chloe?" "Your... blood... is dirty..." Hearing those words, his face looked as if he had been struck by lightning. With a trembling hand, I pointed at the child with the crushed head in his arms. Arthur looked as if he had been electrocuted. He used his sleeve to wipe the blood off the baby. He was the one who called the baby disgusting earlier, and now he was personally wiping it clean. His hands shook as he looked at the doctor. "Doctor, can this child be saved?" At this moment, he lacked his usual arrogance, replaced by a childlike confusion and innocence. Seeing him like this, the surgeon could only say, "He could have been saved originally, but his head was crushed." In reality, the moment Arthur pulled the surgeon away during my delivery, the baby was already beyond saving. I was pushed into the emergency room. If possible, I wished I had never met Arthur. As I was pushed into the operating room and Arthur was blocked outside, I clearly saw him kneeling outside the door, clutching the baby. His tone was no longer arrogant, only filled with pleading. "I beg you, you must save her." It seemed Arthur had always been arrogant since the day I met him. He had never bowed his head. This was the first time I saw him kneeling and begging. But every time the memory of Arthur ordering his men to beat me, or covering Mia's eyes to protect her, flashed through my mind, a chilling disgust would rise from the depths of my heart. Because of a cut on Mia that was less than four inches long, he dragged away the doctor delivering my baby; the baby that could have been born was suffocated inside me; even though he pushed so hard, he still couldn't make it into this world. In my eyes. Arthur was completely rotten to the core. While I was being resuscitated in the operating room, Arthur stared at the baby with the crushed head in his arms. He couldn't understand it. Why? Why didn't he go down to check when Chloe was hit by the car? He even wanted Chloe to die. Would she ever forgive him? Arthur fell into a deep panic. Chloe even said his blood was dirty right before being pushed in... His gaze swept the room, trying to find the culprit. Mia, who had just miscarried, hadn't left. Seeing Arthur like this, she stepped forward to comfort him. "It's okay, Arthur~ We can always have another baby." But Arthur, who used to dote on Mia, now looked deranged. "Do you know? I wanted this child for eight whole years! Eight years! Why didn't I look at Chloe's face clearly?! Why?!" Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Mia's face. "It was you! It was you! You killed Chloe's child!" Arthur grabbed Mia by the throat. "They don't know Chloe, but you do, don't you?! Mia!" Mia seemed shocked that the man who was always so gentle to her had turned into this over a woman. She shook her head frantically. "I really didn't recognize her! Did you forget? Ever since we broke up eight years ago, I've been in T-country!" "When we got out of the car, if you hadn't suddenly distracted me, I would have seen Chloe's face. When we got to the hospital, you threw a tantrum and called all the doctors out, right when Chloe was giving birth! Because of you! Chloe died! You've always hated blood, so why did you suddenly want to use a placenta to nourish your baby? Mia, it was you, wasn't it?" Arthur looked like a demon crawling out of hell. It seemed if Mia didn't confess, he would snap her neck. "Arthur, I was just jealous! Jealous that she got to keep you all these years! You only married her to spite me in the beginning! But later, whenever I wanted to see you, you refused, saying you had to stay with her! Arthur, did your feelings change?" "Pfft—hehe—" Hearing this, Arthur laughed lowly. "I love her. Do you understand?!" Bang— A gunshot rang through the hospital. Mia, who thought she had escaped death, was shot down. Arthur walked toward the second-in-command, aiming the gun at his head. "They didn't recognize Chloe, but you definitely did, right?" "You've been with me for ten years. I really wonder how Mia convinced you. I seriously doubt if the baby in her stomach was even mine. Where's the doctor? Do a DNA test on the baby in this woman's stomach and this man." While waiting. Arthur sat outside the delivery room again, holding the baby. "Number Three, go get a baby blanket. He's going to get cold." Everyone looked at Arthur like he was a madman. The baby in his arms was already stiffening, yet Arthur ordered someone to mix formula. He held a bottle and fed the baby in his arms, coaxing him, "Be a good boy, listen to Daddy. Don't spit it up." But how could a dead baby drink formula? Yet no one dared to make a sound. The atmosphere in the room was freezing. The boss's wife was being resuscitated inside, and now they were waiting for Mia's DNA results. Not long after, the doctor responsible for the DNA test brought the report, trembling as he handed it to Arthur. Arthur passed the report down, and the subordinates looked at it one by one. It turned out the baby in Mia's stomach really belonged to the second-in-command. The second-in-command was truly bold. The boss asked him to take care of Mia, and he took care of her right into bed. Arthur laughed maniacally. He had almost ripped out Chloe's placenta for this bastard child! It was because of this woman that he had reduced Chloe to this state! As long as they were dead, Chloe would definitely forgive him. Arthur waved his hand. A gunshot rang out, and the second-in-command fell to the floor. ...
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