Ending Our Marriage Was the Best for Me

Three hours before our wedding, my fiancée told me not to bother picking her up for the ceremony, and registered her marriage with Khalil instead.

I endured the whispers and judgmental stares of the guests. Just as the humiliation threatened to swallow me whole, her younger aunt, Adriana, pushed open the doors of the hotel.

She arrived with the most extravagant wedding convoy, carrying 9,999 roses. With a sincere gaze, she confessed she had secretly loved me for years—that marrying me had been her dream.

Moved by her gesture, grateful for her rescue from public disgrace, I said yes.

We were married for three years. Adriana suffered seven miscarriages during that time, and only recently managed to get pregnant again.

Overjoyed, she stood on her toes and kissed me, promising to take extra care this time—to protect the baby that symbolized our love.

Three months into pregnancy, I accidentally overheard a conversation between her and her private doctor.

“Miss Adriana, just like the last seven times, the abortion medication has been mixed into the milk.”

“I don’t understand. You were willing to donate your eggs for Khalil. Why won’t you give birth to your husband’s child?”

Adriana let out a self-deprecating laugh.

“Because only the one who gives birth to an heir can take over the company. Melissa is infertile—I can’t bear to let Khalil suffer because of that.”

So all those sweet promises and declarations of love... were nothing but lies.

Fine. If that’s the case, I’ll leave.

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“By doing this, you're not only giving up the chance to become the next chairperson of the group, but also abandoning all seven of your children with him.”

“You’ve asked me to forge Miss Melissa’s medical reports for so long, she still doesn’t know that the baby in her womb belongs to you and Khalil. Even when the child is born, they won’t call you ‘mom.’ Is it really worth it?”

Adriana’s face was full of longing and sorrow as she whispered, “So what if it is? Since I couldn’t be the one Khalil married, at least I’ll protect his happiness for the rest of his life. No one can ruin it—not even the child I had with Allen.”

The doctor hesitated.

“But you’ve already had seven miscarriages. One more, and you might never conceive again. Your husband... he’s really looking forward to this baby.”

Adriana pressed her lips together. After a long pause, she replied softly, “It’s fine. As long as he has me, that’s enough.”

I stood outside the study, gripping the doorknob so tightly the veins on the back of my hand bulged and trembled uncontrollably.

Before Adriana could notice I was there, I stumbled back to the bedroom, collapsing to the floor in a daze.

All this time, I thought her miscarriages were my fault—that something was wrong with my body.

I even believed Adriana didn’t use contraception because she was desperate to have our child.

But I was wrong.

Her mother had made it clear: whether it was Adriana or her niece Melissa, whoever gave birth to an heir would become the next head of the family business.

To avoid suspicion, Adriana never used birth control. She made me believe she wanted the baby as much as I did. I even felt guilty, thinking I was the one holding her back.

But now I know—all her tenderness was nothing but lie.

In her eyes, my existence and our deceased seven unborn children were just obstacles on Khalil’s path to happiness.

“Allen, why are you sitting on the floor?”

Adriana walked into the room and hurried over to help me up, her face full of concern.

“It’s nothing. My stomach just felt a little off,” I lied without batting an eyelid.

She gently rubbed my back to ease my breathing.

“You’ve been taking such good care of me lately, darling. If you ever feel unwell again, please tell me. Don’t keep it to yourself. It breaks my heart.”

“Ever since I got pregnant, I haven’t been sleeping well. The doctor said warm milk helps. Once the baby is born, you’ll have to spank him for me—teach him not to let his mommy suffer so much.”

I looked at that cup of milk and felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Will I ever get to meet my child?

Before every miscarriage, Adriana had acted exactly like this—diligently following the doctor’s advice, eating every meal of nutritious food and taking every supplement said to benefit the fetus.

I thought she wanted this child as much as I did.

I never imagined those were the blades she used to kill them.