He Married Her to Bear Her Sister's Child

Cordelia stayed silent, staring at him with a cold expression.

If she hadn’t already learned the truth, she might’ve actually believed he’d just been careless for a moment.

But now, she didn’t feel even a trace of being moved—only hatred.

Seeing she wasn’t talking, Hendrix assumed she was still upset. He softened his tone.

“No matter what happens from now on, I’ll always put you first. Please forgive me, okay?”

Looking at his earnest expression, Cordelia suddenly remembered the day the embryo transfer succeeded.

He had gazed at her with the same tender eyes and made a solemn promise.

“Babe… you’ve suffered so much.

“You went through hell and finally got pregnant with our baby. I swear I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life. I’ll never let you down.”

Those words still echoed in her ears, but now, they felt like nothing but mockery.

A wave of crushing disappointment washed over her. Exhausted, Cordelia closed her eyes.

Hendrix thoughtfully helped her lean back against the bed, his voice unbelievably gentle.

“Let me clean your wounds. If it hurts, just tell me, alright?”

Cordelia’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

No matter how much it hurt, it would never hurt more than her heart.

With his eyes lowered, Hendrix carefully tended to her wounds, his expression serious, with hints of distress and guilt flickering in his gaze.

When he finished, Cordelia still didn’t open her eyes.

He immediately assumed she had fallen asleep. He gently pulled the blanket over her and quietly walked out.

As soon as the door shut, Cordelia opened her eyes, her gaze cold and clear.

A moment later, the roar of a sports car engine came from outside.

She turned her head toward the window—just in time to see Hendrix’s red Ferrari driving out of the garage.

In the passenger seat sat Maya, smiling sweetly like a blooming flower.

Hendrix had once said that the passenger seat was reserved for his wife.

And now… he actually…

Cordelia let out a self-mocking laugh.

His whole heart belonged to Maya. Why would she expect something as small as a passenger seat?

Everything he said and did had only been to deceive Cordelia.

At that moment, her heart felt like it was being sliced open.

It was nearly dawn when Hendrix finally returned. His handsome face was slightly flushed with alcohol, and he carried a faint trace of a woman’s perfume.

She didn’t want to pretend with him. She stayed in bed, feigning sleep.

Soon, the mattress dipped beside her.

Hendrix wrapped an arm around her from behind, his scorching hand slipping under the hem of her nightdress.

Cordelia immediately grabbed his hand and flung it away.

This was the first time she had ever rejected his advances.

Hendrix froze, his voice hoarse.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to,” she said bluntly.

He let out a low chuckle.

“Seriously, you’re jealous, aren’t you? Maya’s your sister. You’re pregnant, and it’s hard for you to move around, so as her brother-in-law, I figured I should make sure she gets home safely.”

After that, he picked up the chicken noodle soup on the nightstand, his voice gentle.

“The housekeeper said you barely ate today, so I picked up your favorite chicken noodle soup.”

Just then, Cordelia’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Maya.

[Hey, Della, I figured you were so mad you didn’t eat, so I asked my brother-in-law to bring you food.]

[We even tasted it for you. It’s so good! Eat more, okay?]

The provocation couldn’t be more obvious. Maya couldn’t hold herself back anymore, huh?

Cordelia bit down hard, forcing herself to stay calm.

Hendrix noticed nothing. He scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it to her lips.

“Come on, eat a little. Don’t starve the baby.”

The word “baby” stabbed into Cordelia like a knife.

She pushed him away. Her voice was completely devoid of warmth.

“I don’t want to eat.”

The bowl slipped from his hand and spilled onto the floor. Hendrix’s expression darkened.

“You’re still mad?” He sighed. “Della, what do you want me to do for you to forgive me?”

Suddenly, something came to Cordelia’s mind. She opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the divorce papers, flipping straight to the last page.

“There’s a villa I like. Buy it for me—as an apology.”

Hendrix’s face lit up immediately. Without hesitation, he signed his name.

“Is that enough? If not, I can—”

Cordelia cut him off.

“One more thing. I want you to promise you’ll never have contact with Maya again.”