“And besides,” Daniel continued, “you’ve never been able to have kids. So what’s wrong with me adopting one? At least I didn’t mess around outside!”
So, in his mind, my infertility was the problem.
But when we first got married, I did have a child.
Unfortunately, that was when Daniel was diagnosed with liver cancer. To donate part of my liver to save him, I had to terminate the pregnancy even though the baby was already formed.
That damaged my health, making it hard for me to conceive again.
Seeing my cold expression, Daniel finally realized he had said the wrong thing.
“Sweetheart, I didn’t mean it like that. If you can’t accept this, I’ll take the baby back for now. When you come around, we can decide again.”
Afraid of angering me further, Daniel quickly packed up the box and carried the baby away.
Not long after, the devil-avatar girl messaged again:
“Well? Don’t you think my baby looks a lot like his dad?”
My grip on the phone tightened as her taunting words stabbed my heart.
I was almost certain now—this was Daniel’s mistress.
Compelled by a dark impulse, I tapped into her social media feed.
The first post showed a glittering sapphire necklace worth millions.
The caption read: