She Took My Fiancé. I Took Her Husband
Chapter 1
My fiancé, Ulysses Dorne, drugged me with hallucinogens and stimulants and delivered me to FirstLove Beatrice Harlow’s disabled husband, Carson Huxley's bed. He wanted to help Beatrice, who suffers from infertility, fight for the estate.
After the doctor confirmed my pregnancy, I was locked in a small dark room to await childbirth. At seven months, desperate to see the baby, Beatrice urged Ulysses to force me into labor. My child was taken away right after birth.
When I staggered back to the villa, I found my baby left in a dog cage, crying until fainting. I pleaded with Beatrice, but she mocked me.
“It's just a bastard, and you care so much? Are you born pathetic? Sleep with anyone and get attached?”
In my dire moment, Carson, Beatrice’s husband, and the baby disappeared.
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Ulysses and Beatrice ignored my frantic resistance and dragged me to the delivery bed despite being only seven months pregnant.
“Ulysses, I’m begging you. A seven-month baby won’t survive. Can't you wait another month? I’ll leave immediately after giving birth, as long as you ensure the baby lives.”
Beatrice slapped me hard across the face.
“Kara Merrick, don’t be ungrateful. Giving birth to this child allows you to inherit billions in assets. It's already a great deal for you. Why can't a seven-month baby survive? Why are you being so dramatic?”
Beatrice turned to Ulysses and acted coquettishly, "Ulysses, I heard anesthesia is bad for the baby. Don’t give her any anesthesia. Just induce labor, it'll be fine.”
Pain wrenched my abdomen, as the baby kicked frantically inside me. I couldn’t speak from the agony, only able to plead with my eyes to Ulysses, hoping he'd be lenient considering our marriage. He tenderly glanced at Beatrice and ordered the doctor to proceed, without a single glance my way.
With eyes wide open, I endured the excruciating pain on the delivery bed, feeling as though I was in hell. It took an entire night before I heard the baby’s cry.
Despite the searing pain, I yearned to see my baby. Beatrice rushed in excitedly but quickly turned furious. “Ulysses, it’s a girl! Your fiancée is so useless, she couldn’t even produce a son. What's the point of this liability?”
Ulysses tried to comfort her, “A girl is better than nothing. We’ll take her for now.”
Beatrice reluctantly cradled the baby, disguising herself as the mother and returned to the villa with Ulysses, leaving me behind at the hospital. A kind nurse offered postpartum care and arranged a ride for me.
Returning home, I saw Beatrice placing the baby in a dog cage, allowing the infant to cry nearly to death. “Ulysses, let’s just let the baby fend for herself. A girl is worthless anyway.”
“As you wish. She isn’t ours after all. Once we cure your condition, we can have our own child,” Ulysses replied.
Heartbroken, I kneeled and begged them, “If you don't want a girl, give her to me. I'll take her away and never bother you again.”
The strain caused my wound to reopen, spilling blood everywhere. Beatrice pinched her nose at the sight of me. “What shameless woman. After giving birth, you still come back? Can't move on from my worthless husband or our wealth?”
Ulysses grimly approached and grabbed my neck.
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