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?]

My mother-in-law quickly responded, [You are so cruel! Is there any mother like you?]

Almost instantly, private messages exploded and countless insults and rebukes flooded into the sight.

They scolded me for being unworthy of being a mother and said I would rather die.

I was so scared that I threw my phone away, hid on the hospital bed crying.

But my mother-in-law refused to let me go. She sent a voice message to continue condemning me, “How could you be so vicious! What did I say that was wrong?

“Your husband is your only family now, so of course, his children are your children too. It’s only natural for you to save my grandson.

“How dare you curse him? If you hadn’t pushed Marlon to get sterilized, he could have had more children.

“If it weren’t for you, my grandson wouldn’t have gotten sick. Why must I suffer like this?”

I could not listen to what she said anymore.

It might be due to the unstable hormones during pregnancy that I could not control my tears.

The whole world was telling me that if I refused to give birth and saved Marlon's illegitimate child, it would be committing a heinous crime.

But who had ever considered me who gave birth at an advanced age?

A bowl of chicken soup appeared in my blurred vision and I looked up to find that it was Marlon who had returned exhausted.

His rough thumb wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

His voice was a little tired, “You are still the same as before, crying when you are pregnant.”

My memory was a little hazy and I suddenly remembered that pregnancy.

At that time, I was vomiting so much that I could not eat anything, so Marlon learned how to make chicken soup for me to replenish my nutrition.

But the more I supplemented myself, the weaker I became.

I clearly could not eat it, but I could not bear to waste his kindness.

I clearly remembered that when I drank chicken soup for the last time before my miscarriage, Marlon seemed to be hesitant to speak.

I asked him what was wrong, but he hugged me and sobbed, “It's my fault. I made you suffer. I don't want the child anymore. It's just you and me in this life.”

I laughed at him and said he was a fool who loved me.

But I was obviously the stupid one.

How could his pathetic self-esteem allow me to give birth to a child smoothly?

I did not realize that the look of pity in his eyes was more of guilt and a guilty conscience.

It was the repeated repentance for killing his own child with his own hands.

I looked coldly at the man I had loved for twenty years and felt that I had never really understood him.

I could not help sneering in my heart, ‘Marlon, why didn't you discuss this with me?

‘My parents just wanted the first child to take my surname and I would give birth to a second and third child for you.

‘After helping your family change their fate and rise to higher social status, am I not even worthy of having the right to give my child my surname?’

I raised my hand and overturned the chicken soup in his hand. I was shaking with hatred.

‘Marlon, I'll be waiting for you to go crazy in a week,’ I cursed him in my heart.

Marlon frowned as he asked, “What are you doing?”

A thin woman rushed in from the ward door, frantically picking up the thermos on the ground.

“Marlon, don't be angry. Maybe the chicken soup I cooked is not to Margret's liking.”

I was completely stunned.

It turned out that it was not Marlon who came to see me, but he brought his lover to show his affection.

Melanie was very beautiful.

Perhaps because she was taking care of her sick son, she looked a little haggard, but this made her seem even more pitiful.

I touched my face unconsciously.

Youth was fleeting.

I could not make that seductive look anymore.

But Marlon did not notice my disappointment at all.

His attention was all on Melanie. Seeing Melanie was scalded by the thermos, he rushed over impatiently, took the beauty's hand and examined it carefully.

Melanie broke free embarrassedly and glanced in my direction, which made Marlon feel distressed.

Her voice was soft as she said, “Marlon, I'm fine. Margret's health is more important now.” 

As she spoke, she waved towards the door.

A bald little boy walked in.

“Isaias, come quickly and say hello to your aunt.”

The little boy looked very grim and Melanie led him to my bed.

Suddenly he put his hand on my belly.

“Isaias, come and feel it. Your aunt is pregnant with a little brother. He can save your life. Wait a few more months and we won't feel the pain anymore.”

Her words were like poisoned needles piercing my heart. She was trying to kill my child!