My husband has azoospermia. After trying all the options available, I finally conceived.

However, my husband is worried my child will hurt his first love's feelings—she had a miscarriage.

He tricks me into going for a prenatal checkup. In truth, he conspires with a doctor to induce labor when I'm only five months along.

He says, "You must be the one with the problem. Why else is it so hard for us to have children? The baby won't be healthy even if it's born! We can have more children when you're healthier. Julie has just had a miscarriage; I don't want to aggravate her."

He doesn't know he has azoospermia. I only managed to conceive this child after trying out IVF countless times and taking countless folk remedies.

He will never have a child of his own in this lifetime, and I discover his true colors.

I ask for a divorce, and that's when he loses his mind.

After receiving countless ovulation injections and trying numerous folk remedies, I finally became pregnant with my husband's child.

This was the fruit of our love. My husband and I eagerly anticipated the birth of our baby, a treasure we had waited three years to finally get.

My husband often laid on my belly and listened to the baby's movements. He would also ask about what name we should name our child once they were born.

However, today, he said he was going to take me for a prenatal checkup. Confused and unaware, I was deceived into getting on the operation table.

When I woke up, my once visibly pregnant belly was now flat.

Cameron Zucker, my husband, had gotten me an induced abortion without my consent. There were only four more months left before my baby would have been born, and yet, he was killed by his own father.

When faced with my hysterical questioning, Cameron simply said, "Julie just had a miscarriage. How would she feel knowing you're pregnant at this moment?

"Don't you know that someone who just had a miscarriage must stay in a good mood? If she had to watch you give birth while still grieving, she would definitely get heartbroken and depressed.

"In order for Julie to recover sooner, I would sacrifice my life, let alone getting a child aborted!"

Julie Ford was Cameron's first love. They were together for three whole years.

Cameron had once personally assured me that he had long forgotten about her, but it turned out he was lying to me.

"Cameron, how dare you! You saw with your own eyes how much hardship I had endured for this child's sake! Now, you're telling me that you killed your own biological child with your own hands for an unrelated woman? Have you gone insane?

"Where is Julie? Did she make you do this?" I yelled.

Cameron grabbed my hand and forcefully threw me to the ground.

My body was still feeling weak from the induced abortion, and with Cameron's toss, I was fiercely flung into the hospital chair.

He hurriedly rushed over to check up on me. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Blood slowly flowed out from beneath me, and I used the last of my strength to grab onto his sleeve. "Cameron, tell me this is all fake! That the baby is still in my womb… He hasn't even had the chance to see the world! He'll be born safely, right?" I asked hysterically.

Cameron cruelly pulled my hand away and shouted, "We can still have children in the future! You definitely have some health issues. Otherwise, why would it be so hard for you to get pregnant? If you did get pregnant, the baby would definitely be unhealthy!

"Once your body has recovered well, I'll give you another child. You need to be more sensible now!"

After that, Cameron left, leaving me alone with the cold, impersonal machines.

A nurse suddenly rushed up to me and exclaimed, "You really are something. You just underwent an induced abortion, and you're already moving around so violently. If I hadn't noticed in time, you would have died!"

Was that so? But what did it matter if I died? Who else in this world would care about me?

"Where's your husband? Why hasn't he come to care for you? You're in such a weak state now, and you need someone to take care of you," the nurse said.

I coldly replied, "He's dead."

I would have rather he were already dead. If he were dead and buried, he wouldn't make me feel disgusted.

Just then, Cameron suddenly returned and yelled at me, "Justine, I'm still your husband! How could you curse me to death? I shouldn't have come back and cared about you out of kindness!"

When the nurse witnessed this, she was even more confused. Wasn't the husband supposed to be dead? How was he alive again?

"I know you're feeling angry today, but don't you know what you can and can't say? I know you cared about the unborn baby, but before it's born, it isn't considered a living person!

"Are you really willing to hurt a living person for a lump of flesh with no thoughts?

"And besides, didn't I already promise you that we can try for another child once you've recovered?"

Cameron spewed a truckload of nonsense nonstop, with each sentence being just an excuse for himself.

"Don't even think about going to look for Julie—it was all my own decision! If you dare to cause trouble for her, I will never let you off!" he barked.

I lay silently on the hospital bed, watching as my husband continued to hurt me for another woman. He fixed his gaze on me, seemingly afraid that I would go after Julie when he wasn't paying attention.

Was I really such a terrifying woman in his eyes? I was just a mother who had just lost her child!

After we got home, my mother-in-law, Betty Hill, looked at my flat stomach and immediately became furious.

"Justine Miller, what happened to your belly? Why is it flat? My precious grandson!" she wailed.

I instinctively touched my abdomen, which was now flat. "Gone. Your son personally had him aborted!"

My tone was indescribably indifferent as I spoke, and Betty thought I was lying instead.

"How can that be? I knew exactly how much Cameron was looking forward to meeting his son!

"You aborted the baby because you were afraid of the pain, did you? A woman like you deserves to rot in hell! Oh, my precious grandson!" Betty cried.

Not long after Cameron and I got married, my mother-in-law kept urging me to conceive a child and give her a grandson. But no matter how hard Cameron and I tried to conceive, there were never any results.

Betty became anxious, and she looked everywhere to find secret remedies to help with conception.

I drank countless amounts of strange-tasting concoctions and got an endless number of ovulation injections.

It was only after that that I finally had this child. My parents would shed tears every time they saw the things I did to get pregnant.

When I first got pregnant, they weren't concerned about the baby in my belly. Instead, they were relieved that I no longer had to drink those strange herbal concoctions for the sake of getting pregnant.

And now, Cameron himself had murdered his child.

No one in the whole family knew about it—not even I, the person involved, found out until afterward.

"Cameron! I was against you marrying her back then! Not having a child after all these years of marriage was one thing, but now, after finally getting pregnant, she got an abortion! It isn't even certain if she can still have children in the future!

"I don't want a daughter-in-law like this. Divorce her! You must divorce her!" Betty shrieked.

Cameron and I were university classmates. When I first met him, he had just broken up with Julie.

It felt like he wandered around aimlessly every day, like a soulless corpse.

Whenever he finished a phone call with Julie, he would always come to me crying.

I thoughtfully comforted him every single time, believing that sincerity could move his heart.

Later on, we really ended up together. After we graduated, on the day he proposed, he told me that he would love only me from now on—that he had completely moved on and forgotten about everything that happened before.

But after we got married, he never once took me to his high school reunions. He wouldn't even post pictures of us.

At that time, he said, "Our marriage is between the two of us. Why make it such a big deal? We just need to be secretly happy."

I was so blinded by love that I even agreed to his absurd request—to show my agreement with his opinion, I didn't even post on my own social media accounts.

After getting married, there was a period when his career was on an upward trajectory, and so he asked me to be a stay-at-home wife.

Thus, I resigned from my high-paying job and settled at home to take care of the household matters for him. It was also for better preparation for my eventual pregnancy.

Just when I thought I was working toward a better life, Julie returned to the country. She didn't get into a good university after high school, but thanks to her family connections, she went abroad to gain some credentials.

I didn't pay much attention to this. After all, Cameron said he had already forgotten about Julie.

However, I gradually realized something was off with Cameron. He changed his phone password, and I could no longer see any messages or notifications on his phone.

He started coming home much later every day, and when I asked, he would just say it was because of overtime work.

I eventually became suspicious, so I waited outside his company's building one day. I happened to meet one of his colleagues and found out that he had resigned a long time ago.

Then, what had he been doing by leaving early and returning home late every day?

I questioned him at the dinner table, and he just casually said, "There was no longer room for promotion at the company. I haven't had a chance to tell you about switching jobs just yet. I was worried you'd feel stressed from being alone at home."

With just that one sentence, Cameron managed to cover it up and evade my suspicions.

However, a month later, he came back covered in bruises. There was also a heavily pregnant woman beside him.

Cameron introduced Julie to me and claimed his injuries were from a fall.

But how could I believe that? A fall couldn't cause injuries like that.

Still, Cameron refused to say anything more, so I decided to focus on getting the answers from Julie.

But the moment I got close to her, Julie started clamoring about feeling unwell and having stomach pains.

Cameron then firmly forbade me from going near her. He thought he had hidden everything from me, but the next day, I saw a video on social media.

The caption read, "Two men fighting over one woman till they're bloody and bruised—what happened here?"

Wasn't my husband the one in the video who had desperately rushed up and attacked another man?

Meanwhile, Julie was standing there, looking all pitiful while watching as two men fought until they were bloody.

The comment section had insiders who revealed what happened.

The woman in the video had been deceived by her boyfriend. After getting pregnant, she was abruptly dumped. However, she was also able to find her ex-boyfriend to exact revenge on her behalf.

That was when I realized that in a man's heart, there really was the existence of an "unattainable love"—they would always have an undefeatable position in the man's heart.

Unfortunately, I only understood this truth after losing my child.