Not only my mother, but all the people in the two families were looking forward to this baby.

However, Monica had an induced labor without telling anyone, including me.

She was so cruel, and she truly loved Xavier.

I pulled Jenny into the room and closed the door.

"I didn't agree to your marriage in the first place. I told you she's strong-willed and selfish, but you didn't believe it. You've been married for five years, and it took three years for her to get pregnant through IVF. Now she's been pregnant for six months, but she had an induced labor without telling anyone!

"She did this because she is sure that you won't leave her.

"Will you die if you leave her?

"I'm pissed off! You are such an unfilial son!"

Jenny was right. Monica was sure that I loved her deeply and I couldn't leave her.

If I wasn't the only child in the family, my parents would have cut off all ties with me because of Monica.

Jenny cried sadly.

"Give me an answer today.

"Will you divorce her?"

Monica and I were classmates in college. She was the most beautiful girl in my class. She pursued Xavier for four years, and I also pursued her for four years.

When she was rejected by Xavier, she would always come to me for comfort, and I thought my sincerity would move her.

Monica accepted my pursuit after graduation.

We got our marriage certificate quickly, but she never told her friends.

She said she didn't like to be high-profile.

"Marriage is a very private matter. As long as we live a good life, that's fine. What do you think?"

"You're right."

To take care of her emotions, I also didn't tell my friends but suppressed my joy and kept this happiness to myself.

Our life after marriage was ordinary. After getting off work, I would do laundry and cook for her, and I never asked her to do any housework.

She focused on her career and was promoted from an unknown salesperson to deputy manager in just one and a half years.

When she was going to compete for the marketing manager position, she resigned because Xavier came back from abroad.

I didn't know how Xavier persuaded her to resign.

After Monica was found to have difficulty conceiving two years after our marriage, I suggested that she stay at home and prepare for pregnancy because my income was enough for us to live a comfortable life, but she was unwilling to do so. She said she didn't want to lose her self-worth to have a child.

I didn't force her.

Later, Monica went to Xavier's company.

She had strong business capabilities and had become Xavier's trustworthy assistant, helping him run the company in an orderly manner and greatly increase its market value.

The employees of Xavier's company all thought that she was Xavier's wife, so she worked so hard.

To outsiders, they were a perfect match both in career and life.

Once, Monica was on a business trip for a few months, and when she came back, she took me to do IVF.

At that time, I was so happy that I hugged her, thinking that she had finally figured it out.

But I didn't expect that it was because she felt guilty towards me.

I didn't want her guilty. What I wanted was her wholehearted love.

I didn't know what happened in the past few months, but her attitude towards me became obedient, and I thought she was finally moved by me.

But I didn't expect that she would kill our child now.

I looked at the closed door and then at Jenny who was crying.

In the past five years, it was my willfulness that made Jenny suffer.

I shouldn't have forced Monica to be with me.

It took me five years to understand this truth.

"Calm down. Amputation is a major operation.

"I'll be there once I'm done with this.

"But... Then wait for me."

When Jenny and I came out of the room, we heard Monica going out while talking on the phone.

She just had an induced labor, but she walked quickly.

"Bitch!"

Jenny was so angry that she slammed the door when she returned to her room to vent her anger.

I went to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

The soup on the floor was still steaming.

I took bereavement leave for several days. People in the company thought someone had died in my family and all comforted me.

Xavier's car accident was the biggest in the city.

The video of his accident was playing continuously in the news.

The perpetrator hadn't been caught yet, and Monica hadn't been home for three days.

I went to the hospital to see her, but the nurse told me that she had to have her uterus removed as soon as possible. Otherwise, her life would be in danger.

As her husband, I signed the final consent form for the surgery.

As for whether she was willing to sign it, I didn't know.

Monica had an induced labor when the baby was six months old, which was very harmful to her body.

But she didn't take good care of her body. She even did the physical work that a caregiver did, so her body might collapse.

This was my last time to protect her.

The text message reminded me that my card had spent more than 30 thousand dollars.

There were many unread text messages, and I was usually too lazy to read them. But this time, I took a look because they popped up.

Monica usually used my card. What happened that required her to use so much money?

Was there something wrong with her body?

Ever since Xavier had an accident, I couldn't contact Monica by phone. Finally, I took a lot of effort to find her.

"Honey..."

I paused.

The scene before my eyes hurt me a lot.

Monica squatted down to wet the towel. Then she stood up with the help of the hospital bed and gently wiped Xavier's body.

Although she was physically weak, she was in good spirits.

For Xavier, she became a superwoman who never knew pain.

When I was with her, I didn't want her to even touch a needle, for fear that she would hurt herself.

But I didn't expect her to do this for Xavier.

I knocked on the door.

Monica turned around. When she saw me, her expression changed from guilty to indifferent.

"What are you doing here? I'll return the money to you when I get my salary."

The first thing she did was to distance herself from me.

I had never asked her for a penny in all these years.

I didn't even care how much money was in my account.

I was only worried that she didn't have enough money to spend, so I worked hard to make money every day.

But maybe she spent my money on Xavier.

Xavier half sat up from the bed and pretended to be puzzled. "Monica, you helped me pay for the surgery? Carl doesn't know that? You shouldn't do that."

"The company has been in a big deficit lately, and you don't have money to pay for your surgery. The perpetrator hasn't been caught, and the insurance compensation is not enough. I have no other choice."

"But you just lost your baby. If you don't take good care of yourself, Carl will have no children in the future."

Then Xavier used lip language to say to me, "That's just what I want."

It turned out that Xavier's target was not Monica from the very beginning.

His target was me.

To help Monica get pregnant successfully, I had been worried about her for the past three years.

She was a career-oriented woman. She worked for Xavier so hard that she even fainted at her workplace several times, and I went to pick her up.

Her body, which had difficulty in getting pregnant, became even weaker. To nourish her body, I tried all kinds of ways to take care of her.

She had no time to exercise, so I gave her a full body massage every night before going to bed to help her exercise her muscles.

In addition to working and taking care of her, I always paid attention to IVF information, looking for IVF hospitals and connections.

At the same time, I also had to take care of my diet and daily routine and try to keep my body in a healthy state to increase the chance of conception.

I made Monica avoid almost all the suffering.

I couldn't take the injections and medications during the IVF for her, but as long as I was free, I would be by her side.

I could sense her every little emotion immediately.

During the three years, she expressed her love to me many times so I thought she loved me.

Xavier's provocation made me crazy, and no man could tolerate it.

"Is it you who did this?"

I rushed over to beat him up but was stopped by Monica.

"Carl, stop being unreasonable. Thirty thousand dollars is nothing for you. Stop complaining."

This was the woman I had loved for five years.

"What is our child to you?

"Let's get a divorce."

Monica was stunned and took a few steps towards me. "I don't agree! How could you be willing to divorce me? You can't live without me at all!"

At this time, the nurse came over with a diagnosis sheet.

"Who is Monica? Come here and sign it. You're going to have your uterus removed."

Monica looked at me in shock.

I signed the consent form for the surgery.