After My Husband Sacrificed Our Baby For His Mistress

I'm the renowned owner of a wish-pawning shop in the underworld, where you can trade anything for the fulfillment of your deepest desires.

As we were approaching closing time, my husband, Ian Brooks, walked in—a sight that caught me off guard.

Hidden behind the curtain, I switched on a voice changer. "What would you like to pawn?"

He placed a photograph on the table and pointed to the woman in it. "I want to restore her sight."

Next, he tossed my prenatal check-up report onto the counter. "Pawn the three-month-old fetus in my wife's womb."

Staring at the photograph, I realized the woman was his childhood friend, his widowed sister-in-law.

I was stunned; my mind went blank. The child I carried was the one Ian and I had longed for over three years. Yet he was willing to trade away our child for someone else. Pain stabbed my heart, each pang sharper than the last.

When I didn't reply immediately, Ian's irritation surfaced. "Is that not enough?"

He frowned, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. "Then add my wife's memory—will that suffice?"

For a moment, I was immobilized, my heart feeling as though it was being pounded relentlessly. Fighting back the wave of anguish, I asked, "Are you truly willing to sacrifice your child and your wife's memories for this woman?"

"Yes, I have no other choice. Anyway... she won't blame me. I'll make amends with everything I have in the future."

Ian's words cut deep. When I still didn't respond, Ian grew more impatient. "I know the rules here. Don't worry; she's willing to give everything for me."

I clutched the prenatal report tightly, feeling the pressure turn my fingertips pale. No wonder he'd been indifferent to our child recently, steering clear of the topic entirely. He even asked me if I would do anything for him in the future, and I answered earnestly, "Of course."

Little did I know, that was my naïve hope.

Ian's impatience mounted. "Why the delay? Are the terms insufficient, or is the pawn shop's reputation mere talk?"

I bowed my head, swallowing the bitterness that threatened to spill from my eyes, and said hoarsely, "Fine, I'll do it."

"But let me ask you one last time. Once this is pawned, it's irreversible. Are you sure?"

Ian nodded without hesitation. "As long as she can see again, I'll do anything!"

A profound sorrow gripped me, making each breath a struggle. "Very well. In five days, the transaction will be complete. Your wife will lose the child, and her memories of you will slowly fade..."

A flicker of complex emotions crossed Ian's face, quickly replaced by determination. "I only need to know when Whitley's eyes will heal."

Bitterness welled up within me; I took a deep breath, striving to keep my voice steady. "In five days, her sight will gradually return until the transaction is finalized."

"Remember, if you change your mind within those five days, you can come back to me..."

Even to the end, I clung to hope.

"No need." Ian's refusal was blunt and resolute, showing no hesitation.

My heart turned to ash, and I fell silent.