My Husband Sacrificed Our Child to Please His Mistress

At the not-yet-fully closed doorway, a beautiful figure rushed into Jeremy’s arms.

Through the narrow gap, I saw the victorious look in Ophelia’s eyes. She silently mouthed to me: You only deserve to be stepped on by me.

I picked up my phone and sent a message to the pinned contact.

[Come get me tomorrow, okay?]

The other person replied almost immediately. [No problem, waiting at any time.]

I set the phone down and, under the effect of the medicine, slowly fell into a sleepy doze again.

When I opened my eyes again, I discovered I was hanging over a cliff, with Ophelia next to me.

Jeremy stood not far away.

The kidnapper shouted loudly, “Jeremy, before you send me to prison. Today, you choose one of these two women; whoever is left, I'll break her legs!”

He stared at the kidnapper and said firmly, “Release Ophelia. Whatever you want, I can agree.”

My heart shook.

My lips lifted into a bitter smile.

In three years of our sudden marriage, he had never kept me in his heart.

After just one remark from him about having possible difficulty with children, I underwent IVF, endured more than three thousand injections, consumed countless herbal remedies and supplements, and my once healthy body became heavily worn down.

Each time I nearly could not continue, I always thought of him standing before my parents’ grave and sincerely making a vow. “Corinne, I swear in this life I stay loyal only to you. No matter what trouble we face later, even if I risk my life, I keep you safe and without fear.”

At this moment, the vow from the past was torn apart, and the final warmth I held for Jeremy was also put out.

The kidnapper, like he was watching a show, asked, “Corinne is your wife. Shouldn’t you rescue her first?”

Hearing that, Jeremy unconsciously looked toward me. Seeing my fresh wounds layered over the old ones, a complicated feeling crossed his heart.

Right after, Ophelia’s gentle sobbing sounded. “Jeremy, the kindness you have shown me these years is already enough. You don’t need to think about me anymore.”

“Corinne is still your wife. You should save her. I am willing to give you my blessing…”

The hesitation in Jeremy’s eyes completely vanished, replaced by firm determination.

He almost did not pause. “Let Ophelia go. Corinne and I are only a fake couple. We are never truly married. The one I care about from start to finish is only Ophelia.”

The kidnapper refused to believe it. “You and she even get a marriage certificate…”

Jeremy interrupted immediately. “The marriage certificate is fake. From the beginning until now, I never had true feelings for her.”

Jeremy’s words were no different from sharp swords, every word stabbing into my heart.

My eyes held only emptiness and lifeless calm as I silently waited for death.

The kidnapper let Ophelia go as promised, then pushed her over with force.

As Jeremy reached out to catch Ophelia, he briefly noticed my lonely look, and his chest felt tight for a moment.

Ophelia cried out in pain, and Jeremy’s attention was completely drawn away.

Soon after, I saw the kidnapper lift an iron stick and smash it harshly against my kneecap. The sound of my knee breaking echoed along with my sharp scream.

Just when I thought everything had ended, the kidnapper suddenly cut the rope. A faint look of relief passed through my eyes, and a freed smile appeared at my lips.

Leaving Jeremy in this manner… maybe was not a bad thing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeremy’s shocked yet cold expression.

I slowly shut my eyes in relief.

Goodbye, Jeremy.