Book 11
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At my son’s second birthday party, he accidentally drank an entire cup of liquor, leading to alcohol poisoning.
My husband Elon Gray completely lost control, rushing him to the hospital with frantic, desperate urgency.
He cried, collapsing to his knees at the door of the emergency room, begging the doctors with everything he had to save his son.
But despite every prayer, my son was left in a state of irreversible dementia.
Meanwhile, I was occur a car accident on my way to the hospital. By some miracle, I survived, clinging only to my life.
Six months later, I overheard a conversation between my husband and his assistant outside the study.
“Mr. Gray, you’re truly heartless. Even your own son, you sacrificed him without a second thought. When you told me to force–feed him liquor, I almost couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
“And what about Natalie? She’s already been through so much, and yet you orchestrated
her car accident just to steal her heart and give it to Eva?”
“An artificial heart needs replacing every five years. Can you really watch her suffer in agony for the rest of her life?” my husband’s voice was hoarse, but unwavering, cold in its
determination.
“I had no choice. Eva risked her life to carry my child. I couldn’t give her a name, so I made sure her son would be the only heir to the Gray family.”
“As for Natalie and the child, I’ll take care of them for the rest of their lives. This way, they
will never be a threat to Eva and her son.”
It was then I realized: my child, was nothing but expendable.
And I, merely a casualty in his tangled love affair.
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The assistant spoke again, his tone tinged with pity.
“Natalie’s body can’t handle much more. Why are you still coaxing her into donating blood
to Eva?”
Elon sighed after a long silence.
“I don’t want to, but after Eva got her new heart, she didn’t get better. She told me the doctor said her heart was still lacking in blood flow, and Natalie’s blood might help.”
Tears flooded my eyes uncontrollably.
I remembered not long ago, when he asked me to donate blood.
After the heart transplant, I would often faint and vomit blood, so I refused to give in easily.
But he looked at me with such deep affection, persuading me that it was to wish our son
well.
He knew exactly where my weakness lay, and how to exploit it.
Now I knew the truth–there was no blessing involved. He simply saw me as a blood donor
for his beloved.
I held my mouth tightly, suppressing the cry that wanted to escape.
Though I had no heart left, it still hurt unbearably.
The bowl of bird’s nest porridge I was holding slipped from my hand and crashed to the
floor.
The shards of glass pierced my foot, and though it stung, it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.
Footsteps approached from the study.
I pressed my chest and staggered back to my room.
Looking at my son’s peaceful face as he slept, my emotions shattered.
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He had just started to call “daddy,” and now had been poisoned by Elon.
The thought that he would spend the rest of his life in dementia broke me.
After the accident, I blamed myself endlessly for not taking better care of him.
But I never imagined it would be my beloved husband, deliberately ruining our son’s life to pave the way for another woman.
How could he be so cruel when our child was still so young?
My love, which I had cherished like life itself, turned out to be nothing more than a joke.
When I lifted my eyes, I met Elon’s terrified gaze.
He smiled, with his usual warmth, but his voice trembled.
“Natalie, were you standing outside my study just now?”
I didn’t hide my pain. I just smiled calmly.
“I’ve been taking care of our son, so I made some bird’s nest porridge for you.”
“I was clumsy and broke it. I didn’t want to bother you, so I didn’t disturb you.
He sighed in relief, pulling me into his arms.
“Sweetheart, don’t do this to yourself. It hurts me to see you like this!”
He gently picked up my foot, and his concern seemed genuine.
But I knew–everything he was showing me was just an act.
His heart had long since been given to someone else, and I and the child were nothing but obstacles to his pursuit of true love.
I stayed silent, letting him take out the first aid kit and carefully treat my injury.
When he finished, he held my hand, whispering softly:
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“Natalie, we should go to the hospital to donate blood.”
I tried to pull away, my voice full of resistance.
“Elon, I’ve been vomiting blood these days. Don’t force me, please.”
His eyes flickered with hesitation, and just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.
He turned his back to me, answering the call.
Eva’s soft voice came through.
“Elon, my chest hurts so much. The doctor said I need blood urgently. When will you come?”
After hanging up, a look of hidden panic flashed in his eyes.
Without a word, he picked me up, carrying me horizontally.
“Natalie, be good. If you’re scared, I’ll be with you when they draw the blood.”
His words were comforting, but his tone was completely devoid of warmth.
I stopped struggling, closing my eyes in hopeless despair.
I let him push me into the car, speeding towards the hospital.
