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I Married My Childhood Sweetheart, Now My Ex-Husband Regrets Everything

At eight months pregnant, I suddenly received an emergency alert from my husband, Bolton Belanger’s car system. Following the GPS location, I rushed to the parking lot—only to find Bolton and my stepsister, Shannon, making out inside his car! “Bolton, if my sister ever finds out that all ten of her miscarriages happened because you sent her embryos to me for experiments… do you think she’d hate us to death?” Bolton let out a cold laugh. “She’s nothing but a breeding mouse mother for our lab rats. So what if she finds out? Everything I have belongs to you and the baby. And once she delivers the one she’s carrying—once it meets your experiment’s requirements—I’ll have the doctor tie her tubes. Then I’ll use her infertility as the reason to kick her out with nothing.” As he spoke, the movement of his body quickened. I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold as tears streamed down my cheeks. From the very beginning, my marriage was nothing but a lie. Even my children—every one of them—were nothing but experimental subjects to them. If that’s how they want to play, I’m not going to let them get what they want! Right then, I made three decisions. First: Divorce Bolton, resign from his company, and leave him forever! Second: Termination of pregnancy and completely ruin Bolton’s plans! Third: Uncover the truth, make Bolton and Shannon pay for what they’ve done, and avenge my babies! But just as I signed the termination-of-pregnancy consent form and the doctor was preparing to proceed, my phone suddenly rang. “Amybeth,” a man’s voice snapped, “the child in your belly is mine. I forbid you to abort my child!” That voice… It wasn’t just anyone. It was Gibeon Chrest, my childhood sweetheart. He’d moved abroad before I entered college, and after that, we lost contact. How could the child I'm carrying be his?