His Dying Wife Was a Fake,But He Chose Her Anyway — Novel

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In a world where desperation and love intertwine, Beatrice Henson finds herself trapped between two stark realities: a family that views her as a burden and a dying child who believes she can be a mother. After a chance encounter in a hospital, Beatrice makes a life-altering decision, stepping into the shoes of Olivia Swanson, a woman lost to tragedy. With a little girl who is blind and a family clinging to hope, Beatrice's new life is steeped in complexity and guilt. Can she truly become the mother Melody needs, or will her dark past unravel the fragile bonds they’ve formed?

Meanwhile, the looming shadow of her own family's betrayal hangs over her like a dark cloud. With every act of kindness, the stakes rise higher, challenging her to confront her own worth and the lengths one will go for love. As Beatrice navigates her new existence, she must grapple with the haunting question: can a stolen life ever be redeemed?

In this gripping tale of sacrifice and identity, emotions run deep, and every choice has a consequence. Will Beatrice find redemption in a life that was never meant to be hers, or will the truth tear apart the fragile family she’s fought to protect?

His Dying Wife Was a Fake,But He Chose Her AnywayChapter 1

After the critical condition notice was issued, I posted three updates on social media.

"Mom, Dad—you used to call me your treasure. But ever since Lavinia came back, I can't even breathe without making room for her. Refusing to give up my kidney and my fiancé makes me unforgivable?"

"I really want to see whether you'll feel even a shred of guilt after you've driven your own daughter to death."

After that one, I tagged my fiancé, Murray Delgado.

"Your love is filthy. I don't want it anymore."

Through the crack in the door, I listened to my closest family curse me, one voice after another.

I braced myself against the wall and shuffled out of the hospital room. From the one next door came the sound of a little girl crying.

A nurse was saying how pitiful the blind child was—her mother had just passed, and now nobody would want her.

The girl couldn't see light. Her mother had died today.

My world had no love. My family didn't want me either.

Why not go be her mother instead?

——

Around the corner, sobs spilled through a half-open door.

"Mommy! Don't sleep! Melody Abbott's scared!"

I peered through the gap.