The Grave Robber Was My Widower

So, to keep his precious moonlight safe, he sent me away. He didn't care that I was nine months pregnant. He dumped me in his family's dilapidated ancestral home in the countryside and forgot I existed.

Five years after I was defiled and left for dead, his moonlight was diagnosed with kidney failure. The doctors said a blood relative would be the best match. Only then did he remember me—her older sister.

He called, his voice a cold command, ordering me to come back at once.