I Married a Tech Tycoon After Losing a Bet, Now My Ex-Husband Regrets Choosing His First Love

I felt lightheaded and even taking just a few steps made me feel exhausted.

The doctor encouraged me to walk more. "Only when your body recovers will you be able to get pregnant again."

I asked the doctor, "Can I still get pregnant?"

The doctor could not meet my eyes.

Although I was under anesthesia at the time, I could still clearly remember hearing the doctor calling Elias in a panic, urgently telling him that I was bleeding heavily. "The situation is critical. Come over immediately."

But Elias told the doctor that he could not leave. "Clarissa still needs me. If I leave, she’ll completely fall apart."

The doctor had no choice and told him I needed a blood transfusion.

And the only one with a matching blood type was his beloved, Clarissa Marlowe.

"Just 200cc will be enough…"

But before the doctor could finish, Elias interrupted, "She just had a miscarriage herself. Her body is too weak to handle it."

Even though he could clearly hear the monitor beeping, alerting him that my heart rate was dropping, he still hesitated for a moment and said, "Clarissa won’t be able to endure the process."

In the end, I was forced to undergo a complete hysterectomy to get my uterus removed.

From that moment on, I lost the very right to be a mother.

The doctor sighed and advised me gently to take things more lightly, "You have another checkup today. Go on, hurry up."

He led me away.

I followed him in a daze.

Just as we passed the next room, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.

I turned my head abruptly and saw Elias softly feeding his precious one water and medicine.

His eyes were full of endless affection.

I think after I came out of the operating room, he never showed up, using the excuse that he was too busy. When he finally came, he just took a quick look and then left.

Yet, he had plenty of time to be by her side.

My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand. It hurt so much I could hardly breathe.

Elias hugged her gently and said tenderly, "I’ve already handled the media. That issue will never trouble you again."

The next moment, a news alert popped up on my phone. It reported that I had been assaulted abroad, became pregnant and was now secretly getting an abortion at the hospital.

As I scrolled down, there was a photo of me being wheeled out of the operating room.

There was even a document showing the surgical details of a uterine curettage.

Everyone began to curse me and spit on me.

More extreme fans rushed into the hospital and beat me up.

They believed I was the one who destroyed the childhood sweetheart romance between Elias and Clarissa. "That’s why you got raped!"

"If you hadn’t stolen their love, they would’ve been together long ago!"

"Even God couldn’t stand it anymore, so He punished you with this disaster!"

***

I was surrounded by people who cursed and condemned me.

But I was wronged at that time.

That day, the fire alarm in the hotel went off. I rushed out, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel and happened to bump into Elias Hawke, who was sitting directly across from me.

The bath towel fell into his arms and given the angle of the hallway, the scene looked compromising.

This moment was captured by a paparazzo and quickly spread all over the internet.

Rumors ran wild.

They called me a scheming woman who offered her cheap self willingly.

There were also reports claiming Elias had betrayed his childhood sweetheart of more than ten years and had an affair with me.

People said all kinds of vile things.

As a result, the Hawke Group's stock prices took a sharp hit.

To control the damage, the Hawke family forced Elias to marry me, which finally ended the scandal.

However, Elias hated me so much that on our wedding day, he cursed me for being shameless. "You really used every trick in the book just to marry me. You’re such a disgusting woman."

"Even if you married me, I won’t let things go your way. I’ll make you feel like an unwanted widow for the rest of your life."