My Five Times Abortion for My Husband Mistress’s Speciment

Each version of the wedding plan was incomparably luxurious, allowing Lydia to choose her favorite.

For every holiday, big or small, Gerrald would prepare exquisite and expensive gifts for Lydia. No matter how busy he was, he would travel across the ocean just to personally deliver them to her.

And me? I only deserved the leftovers. I still remembered the day we registered our marriage. Gerrald didn’t even give me a single flower. That evening, as we walked past a florist, I gazed at the colorful bouquets, my heart filled with silent longing. Noticing my expectant eyes, he merely said in an indifferent tone, “Flowers are for little girls. You’re not that childish, are you, Honey?”

Yet, for Lydia, he bought an entire estate abroad and planted a vast garden filled with rare and exotic flowers, just because she loved them.

Looking at the photos of them kissing amidst that sea of blooms, I suddenly laughed—then burst into tears. Taking a deep breath, I snapped pictures of everything—the wedding plans, the gifts, the messages, the garden. And then, I found it. The fake marriage license. At the time, Gerrald had told me he didn’t want me to be troubled, so he arranged for the registration staff to come to our home for the formalities.

Turns out, they were just actors. I tore the certificate in half and tossed it into the trash. Returning to bed, I stared at Gerrald’s sleeping face—so calm, so handsome. Once, this sight had filled my heart with warmth. Now, it only made me sick. A night of silent sorrow left me sleepless.

***

The next morning, as usual, Gerrald had the nutritionist prepare an elaborate breakfast for me. In the past, I was always touched by his thoughtfulness, believing he truly cared for me. But after seeing those messages, I realized it was all just an act.

Every carefully planned, nutritious meal I ate—Lydia had already tasted first. The only difference? Hers were personally made by Gerrald himself. Thinking about it, a wave of nausea crashed over me. I barely made it to the sink before dry-heaving. Gerrald rushed to my side, his hands gently supporting me.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes.

“Are you… pregnant again?”

I caught the look on his face and inwardly sneered. Why are you so happy? Are you just waiting to use this child to please your sweetheart again?

I wiped my mouth, forcing a weak smile. “No. You know my body’s weak. After losing those babies, I can barely conceive anymore.”

Gerrald cupped my face, his voice laced with gentle reassurance. “Jenny, don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault. I don’t hold it against you. Just focus on getting better and I promise—we’ll have a healthy child one day.”

He smoothed my hair, his tone turning lighter. “Don’t be sad, alright? Today is my mother’s 60th birthday. Many guests are coming to celebrate. We need to be there, my love.”

Then, his voice shifted slightly. “But… since our marriage is still a secret, even my mother doesn’t know. So if anyone asks about your identity…”

I already knew what he was about to say. I cut him off with a faint smile. “I understand. I’ll just say I’m your assistant.”

His face lit up with satisfaction. “I knew you’d understand, Honey.”

***

When we arrived at the hotel, the first thing I saw was Lydia clinging to my mother-in-law’s arm, acting like a spoiled child. She was dressed in a designer gown, pretending to take my mother-in-law’s pulse as she said playfully, “Auntie, you have the healthiest body! You could live to be two hundred years old.”

My mother-in-law beamed, delighted by her flattery. With a smile, she slipped off the jade bracelet on her wrist and placed it into Lydia’s hand.

“This belonged to the Raymond Family’s ancestors. It is passed down to the wives of the next generation.”

Lydia turned to me, her smile layered with hidden meaning. Yet, her words were sweetly innocent. “Auntie, this is too precious. I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

My mother-in-law laughed. “Oh, Gerrald brought his girlfriend today! That’s his future wife, isn’t it? Maybe she’ll give us five grandchildren one day. You should give it to her instead.”

Her eyes finally landed on me. She gave me a once-over, her gaze filled with open disdain as she took in my simple, understated dress.

“What girlfriend? That’s just Gerrald’s little assistant from work.”

Then, her expression darkened in disgust. “Running around, having illegitimate children without marriage and not just one—but five stillborns? Hah. Truly, God has eyes.”