My Husband Forced Me to Give My Womb to His Lover - Chapter 1
I was twenty when my biological parents finally tracked me down and brought me home. It should have been a dream come true, but the moment I stepped through the door, the air was thick with resentment.
Their adopted daughter, Chloe, had left a suicide note — “I’m giving it all back” – and vanished. Suddenly, I was Public Enemy Number One. My “real” parents blamed me for everything, convinced I’d driven Chloe away with my mere existence.
I was drowning, honestly, until Liam threw me a bone. He became my rock, showering me with affection, and eventually, he asked me to marry him. Having lost my family, I thought I’d found true love.
But five years into our marriage, Chloe reappeared. She claimed to have been living a nightmare abroad, and now she had uterine cancer. Her life hung in the balance.
My parents were beside themselves, their hearts breaking for Chloe, and they demanded I donate my uterus to save her. I begged, pleaded, trying desperately to get them to see reason.
But the person who ultimately strapped me to that operating table wasn’t my folks, it was Liam.
“This is what you owe her,” he said, his voice cold. “You have to pay up.”
What he didn’t know was that I was pregnant with his child.
“How can you be so selfish? Your sister’s dying, and you can’t even lift a finger to help her!”
“Grace, if you hadn’t pushed her away in the first place, she wouldn’t have suffered all these years and ended up with cancer.”
I gripped the car door, refusing to get in.
“I’m pregnant, Liam! What about our baby if I give her my uterus?”
Tears streamed down my face as I desperately tried to reach him.
“A baby?” He paused, then scoffed, “I know your cycle, Grace. You just finished your period last week. Don’t insult my intelligence.”
“Stop lying!” He looked at me, a deep disappointment etched on his face. “When did you become so heartless and self–centered?”
“Isn’t your sister’s sickness your fault? Giving her your uterus, it’s not even asking for much, it’s you repaying what you’ve done.”
“I’m not lying! I missed my period,” I choked out. “I really am pregnant. I have the test results in my bag.”
“Enough. I’ll have those doctors who helped you fake this fired, I’m telling you!”
His voice was stern, unforgiving. “Right now, you need to atone for what you’ve done to your sister.”
He used brute force, prying my fingers off the door, one by one, before shoving me into the back seat and slamming the door shut.
He drove me himself to the hospital owned by his company, Liam Corp.. They were already waiting, ready for Chloe’s transplant.
The hospital staff rushed to greet Liam the moment he arrived.
“Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Thompson’s surgery is all set to go.”
Liam, assuming they were talking about me, nodded. “Take her upstairs. Prepare for the transplant.”
“Mr. Thompson, the surgery plan for Mrs. Thompson is ready. Could you come sign off on it?” The secretary, Brad, stepped forward.
He nodded, turning to the security guards. “Keep an eye on her. Don’t let her run.”
Brad looked down at me, a cruel smile twisting his lips. “Grace, stealing someone else’s fortune, then stealing their fiancé. Getting what’s coming to you is really karma, isn’t it?”
“If it weren’t for you, Chloe wouldn’t have suffered so much, and she wouldn’t have missed all these years with Liam.”
“You’re a parasite. You deserve to die in that operating room and never come out to hurt anyone again.”
He spat those words at me before turning away. Back in the day, he was Chloe’s little tagalong, with a crush on her for years. When Chloe bolted, he became one of my biggest haters.
Hearing him, the nurses around us started whispering. “God, she’s awful.”
“Putting that poor woman through all that. But look, now she’s being punished by Mr. Thompson.”
“I hope she meets her fate. Maybe she will have some closure.”
“I didn’t…” I sobbed and struggled, begging them for help. “Please, save me! I don’t want the surgery! I’m pregnant!”
But everyone just stared at me with scornful, judgmental eyes.
“Look at her playing the victim.”
“Serves her right.”
Liam walked back out, his eyes flashing with impatience as he saw me still resisting, still fighting.
“Enough!” He raised his hand and slapped me across the face.
I stared at him in shock.
“Are you calm now?” he snapped. “It wasn’t your sister’s fault that you were switched at birth. Why do you have to hate her so much?”
“Haven’t you hurt her enough? Don’t you have any conscience?”
I felt all my strength drain away, leaving only tears. “You think so too, huh?”
My tears seemed to sting him, and he looked away. “I just want you to stop hurting your sister.”
“Just cooperate. Donate your uterus to your sister, and let her live a good life.”
“Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Thompson says she’s not feeling well and would like you to be with her.”
A nurse ran over.
“Mrs. Thompson?” Liam looked confused.
“I mean, Chloe.”
Worried about Chloe’s condition, Liam turned to leave. But then he seemed to remember something and turned back to me.
His voice was low and heavy. “Grace, it’s just a uterus. Losing it won’t change anything for you. I’ll find the best research institute to create an artificial uterus for you.”
“But if your sister doesn’t get a transplant now, her life is in danger.”
“Can’t you be reasonable?”
I watched him walk away, finally surrendering all my energy. I was strapped onto a stretcher, helpless, and wheeled toward the operating room.
Chloe was being prepped for surgery, too. My parents were wiping tears, comforting her. Even Liam wore that rare, gentle smile that I hadn’t seen in a long time. He stroked Chloe’s hair, soothing her softly.
“Chloe, don’t worry. Liam will save you.”
We were so close, yet no one looked at me. I slowly closed my eyes.
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