Used for a Cure, Gone for Good

Marlon, who was always calm, had a flash of panic in his eyes.

“That’s not what I meant, Margret. I will definitely hire the best doctor for you. Didn't you also want a child before? Why don't you think about the good results? You will all live well and we will live together as a family in the future.”

I looked at him and felt that he was so strange, so I asked again, “Do you really think we can go on living together after this? Maybe it works for you, having a wife and a concubine—but what about me?”

Marlon walked to the door and said earnestly, “Margret, Melanie never wanted to compete with you for anything. I have you in my heart and you will always be my wife, but can you be more generous? This child must stay.”

He left the ward and hired two nurses to look after me closely to prevent any possibility of me having a miscarriage.

I became more determined to get a divorce and called my lawyer, “Mr. Cain, if the other party disagrees, is there any way to get a divorce?”

Doyle Cain quickly gave me a positive response.

There was a way, but I had to wait for a week.

The next day, Marlon did not come to the hospital to see me.

Doyle had a wide network of contacts. He sent me videos through email and found evidence of Marlon's infidelity.

He went to accompany Melanie and probably told her the news of my pregnancy.

Melanie cried with joy and kissed Marlon in the coffee shop.

I turned off the video, since I could not bear to watch it anymore. Then, I forced myself to check social media to distract myself.

But the result was my mother-in-law, who used to be honest and kind, that time changed her expression 180 degrees.

She released all the hidden videos of her grandson playing with other children.

It hit me then—those holidays when I believed Marlon was working late, he was actually with Melanie and their son.

In the latest video, my mother-in-law appeared herself, cursing me online, branding me the most vicious daughter-in-law in history.

She even photoshopped my picture into a posthumous portrait.

People called me unfilial, heartless. They said I was a cruel mother for refusing to save my son, for refusing to have another child.

My mother-in-law was in tears and netizens who were uninformed cursed me and my parents in the comment section.

When I thought of my parents who loved me, I became furious.

I confronted my mother-in-law in the comments section. [He is not my son! What does his life or death have to do with me?]