Chapter 1My Husband Fed Me Abortion Pills Despite My Infertility, Now He's Driven Mad with Regret

Ten years after marriage, I, once diagnosed as infertile, became pregnant.

The day after I found out about my pregnancy, Alexander Wilson brazenly brought home his female secretary.

When my father learned of this, he flew into a rage and sent her to Poland, urging Alexander to come to his senses.

Alexander said nothing.

Instead, he turned around and bankrupted my family's company, forcing my father to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

My mother, unable to bear the shock, was admitted to the ICU.

Then he forced me to take abortion pills and coldly said:

"Olivia Johnson, I must have been too good to you before, making you take me for granted."

"Consider this child a lesson for driving Isabelle away."

I lay in a pool of blood, looking up at the man beside me.

After ten years of marriage, for the first time, I saw clearly what kind of demon was in front of me.

Alexander leaned down and gripped my chin, questioning me again:

"I'll ask you one last time, where did you hide Isabelle?"

"Your mother is still in the ICU. Think carefully before you answer."

The tearing pain in my lower body had already made me delirious.

Hearing the word "mother", I finally came to my senses.

"You have to promise to spare my mom."

He laughed coldly:

"Do you think you're in any position to negotiate?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll stop paying for the ICU."

After saying this, he stood up straight, disgustedly wiping the hand that had gripped my chin with a handkerchief.

Tears blurred my vision, just as they had all these years looking at Alexander.

Before this, I could never have imagined.

That Alexander could be so cruel to me.

Forcing my father to death.

Killing our child.

Using my mother to threaten me into revealing his mistress's whereabouts.

All the past seemed like a dream. Now that I've woken up, I finally face the cruel reality.

He coldly watched as I bled profusely, as I cried uncontrollably.

No longer daring to gamble with my mother's life, I still gave him the answer.

"She's in Poland."

After getting my answer, Alexander immediately strode out of the bedroom without looking at me again.

At the moment he left, I saw Alexander's upturned lips.

His wife was dying, yet he was delighted to know his mistress's whereabouts.

I laughed miserably, gradually losing consciousness.

When I woke up, I saw a pure white ceiling above me.

Did someone send me to the hospital?

I thought hazily.

Just now, the doctor informed me of the news of my miscarriage.

He said my body was too damaged, and I would never be able to have children again.

I gently stroked my belly, which was still flat, with no sign that there had once been a life inside.

The child I had longed for for so long was now gone, taken away by its own father.

It wasn't until Mrs. Wang, the housekeeper, came to see me that I learned it was she who found me unconscious and sent me to the hospital.

Mrs. Wang said I had been in a coma for three whole days.

She wiped her tears: "The master has been away and hasn't come to see you."

I laughed coldly inside. Where else could Alexander be?

Of course, he must have rushed off to pick up his dear Isabelle.

After Mrs. Wang left, I ran out to find my mother's ICU, ignoring the pain in my body.

In the intensive care unit, my mother lay pale and weak, with tubes all over her body.

After my father's suicide, my mother's hair had turned white overnight.

Looking at my mother before me, I collapsed to the ground, crying.

It was my poor judgment that caused them to end up like this.

When my mother gets better, I want to divorce Alexander.

The Wilson family and my family were originally upper-class families that would never have crossed paths.

But when I met Alexander, I had no idea of his identity.

Later, when my parents found out, they worried that the gap between our families was too great, and I might be bullied if I married him.

If things really went wrong, they wouldn't even be able to stand up for me.

At that time, I was absolutely certain of Alexander's love for me.

I said Alexander loved me like his life, and would never let me suffer even the slightest grievance.

He would remember every anniversary, spending two months making handmade gifts for me.

He introduced me to all his close family and friends, telling them that meeting me was the greatest blessing of his life.

Every date hadn't even ended before he started saying he missed me.

He would tell me he loved me every morning, noon, and night, never tiring of it after so many years of marriage.

Whenever we were out, if someone looked at me for too long, he would be jealous for half the day.

Back then he said:

"Olivia, I must have done a lot of good deeds in my past life to deserve your love in this life."

Even though I was by his side every day, he would still ask me to say I loved him over and over again.

I once thought I had married the right person and would grow old with my beloved.

But Isabelle's arrival shattered this illusory bubble.