My husband has a violent gene. Should I keep my unborn baby?

My husband has a dangerous condition - Jacob's syndrome, a rare genetic disorder where men carry an extra Y chromosome (XYY). But it's not just the genetics - he has an uncontrollable rage that turns him into a monster.

It all started when I saved his life. After that, he became obsessed with me, relentlessly pursuing me for three years.

He deliberately ran his car into my childhood sweetheart, leaving him permanently disabled.

Then he threatened to kill my entire family unless I married him.

For seven years after our marriage, his controlling behavior became pathological. He even had a tracking chip implanted in my body and completely controlled my freedom.

Yet at the same time, he showered me with endless love and catered to my every wish.

When my mother-in-law pointed her finger at me while speaking, he snapped it without hesitation.

When my sister-in-law's child disturbed my afternoon nap, he threw them both out of the house and severed all family ties.

I refused to have a child, terrified of what darkness might be passed down, so he invested his entire fortune into developing cutting-edge genetic screening technology, making it possible for me to conceive a healthy baby.

But on the very day I discovered I was pregnant...

My mother-in-law stormed into our home with a group of people, accusing me of having an affair and carrying another man's child. They beat me until I lost the baby.

As I lay there barely clinging to life, my husband finally arrived.

My mother-in-law thrust a doctored video in his face and said, "Troy! Your wife had an affair and got pregnant with another man's child. Look, here's the proof!"

Staring at the two lines on the pregnancy test, I fell into deep thought. It had been almost ten years of this tumultuous relationship with Troy Walker.

Now that we were having a baby, maybe it was time to finally accept my situation.

Even if he was like a mad dog, I was the one holding the leash.

Having made peace with this thought, I took a photo of the pregnancy test and sent it to Troy, who was away on a business trip.

Soon after, I heard a loud commotion downstairs.

Looking through the window, I saw my long-absent mother-in-law Lucy, marching up with a group of elderly women, all of them hurling insults as they approached.

"What a disgrace to our family!"

"Sisters, if she hadn't gone too far, would we ever air our family's dirty laundry like this?"

"Today, I don't care about my reputation - I'm going to tear that cheating witch apart!"

I listened briefly before losing interest. Since our marriage, Lucy had always resented me for "stealing" her son. After constantly trying to make my life miserable, she ended up getting her finger broken by Troy and was thrown out of the house.

Needless to say, our relationship was beyond repair.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

I checked the time - it was only 9 AM. Why was our housekeeper here so early?

Puzzled, I opened the door.

Lucy and her elderly friends barged right in.

Before I could make sense of the situation, Lucy pointed at me with her crooked finger. "Look everyone, this is that wicked daughter-in-law who convinced my son to break my finger shortly after their marriage!"

"She even made my son throw me and his sister out of the house and cut ties with us."

I frowned in displeasure. "This is my home. Please leave."

But Lucy suddenly slapped me across the face.

"You ungrateful witch! My son has given you his heart and soul all these years, and you repay him by cheating!"

The pain was intense, leaving my head spinning.

Since marrying Troy, if someone even accidentally bumped into me, he would beat them senseless. If he found out his mother had slapped me today, she would face severe consequences.

To prevent a family tragedy, I suppressed my anger and warned, "Leave now, and I'll pretend this never happened."

Though Troy was gentle and compliant with me, his condition made him ruthlessly violent toward others.

But Lucy wouldn't back down. She grabbed my hair viciously and snarled, "Feeling guilty, aren't you? If you dare to cheat, you better be prepared to face the consequences."

I broke free from her grip and said coldly, "You dare accuse me of cheating? Have you forgotten how your finger got broken?"