Pregnancy Drama: Making My Eccentric In-laws Regret

The next morning, I received the news.

Louis's domestic violence incident was deemed less serious. He was only taken away for criticism and issued a warning letter.

I stared at my reflection for a long time, then touched a bruise on my forehead, which still hurt.

Last night, their insults and accusations rang in my ears.

After careful thought, I decided not to have the child.

Three days later, I returned to the hospital alone.

The doctor kindly asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"I've explained the risks. Sign when you're sure."

Without hesitation, I signed my name, reminding the doctor, "Please save the embryonic tissue after the abortion for a DNA test."

The moment I stepped into the operating room, my heart raced, and my hands were sweaty.

Regardless, the baby had been in me for over two months, and my soft-heartedness made it hard to let go.

I repeatedly convinced myself the baby wouldn't want to be born without a father or a complete family.

The painless abortion was quick. After anesthesia, I woke up in the general ward for observation.

However, the pain and cramps in my lower abdomen were intense, making it hard to sit or lie down.

Despite the procedure being straightforward, the waking pain was severe.

The company, knowing I had an abortion, granted me a week off.

During my recovery, I unexpectedly received a text from Louis.

"You're still out with another man. If you don't come home, believe it or not, I will divorce you?"

It was exactly what I wanted. Of course, I had to go back to sign the divorce agreement.

I sneered and put him on the blacklist.

The DNA test results arrived on the same day, and I eagerly took them back to my husband's home.

But as I opened the door, I was stunned.

Five tall men brushed past me, and I saw Louis kneeling, his face swollen, glasses on the ground, and blood at the corner of his mouth.

Aurora and Juliet were crouched behind him, trembling.

It was not difficult for me to guess what was happening at this moment. The loan shark that Louis had borrowed had come to collect the debt.

Not long ago, I had seen texts on his phone revealing he had not only fallen into a romance scam, but also that the 3 million dollars he was defrauded of was all high-interest loan debt.

He deserved it. I couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity.

I placed the divorce agreement before him, offering a pen.

"Sign it."

Louis couldn't believe it and started to talk nonsense.

"Do you think that if I sign, you can be with your adulterer?"

"A woman like you who is not disciplined, which man would dare to marry you after divorce?"

"If you kneel, apologize, and pay off my debt, we could still manage."

I wondered if Louis's brain was damaged by debt collection. If he didn't want to sign, then forget it. There was no point in talking nonsense with him. I could always sue for divorce due to domestic violence.

But he kept cursing me, which I found irritating, so I pulled out the DNA report and threw it at him.

"The child is indeed mine!" Louis could hardly believe it.

"That can't be! I was diagnosed with severe asthenospermia."

I laughed. It turned out he mistook his condition for infertility.

"Asthenospermia means there's still a 10% chance of pregnancy, not sterility..."

At that moment, I wanted to confront my past self for marrying such a foolish man.

As he turned back, he and his mother embraced joyfully, thrilled by the news.

However, I handed over the abortion form without any tact, "Congratulations on your extinction."