The Fertility Cheat Code Is My Final Revenge

Id crashed this world, set on seducing the heartbroken secondary male lead and saving him from himself. My 'fertility cheat code' had worked: I got him to break the nine-generation streak of single sons in the Harrington line with twins.
Five years into our marriage, what started as a calculated move had blossomed into real, terrifying love.
Id successfully farmed my husbands affection to a perfect 100%.
But the moment I made the choice to stayto trade my old life for this one, permanent realitythe captions appeared.
[OMG, Liam is so devoted to our Sera (Female Main Character) Baby!]
[Can you believe he's willing to sacrifice his own marriageand his wife's bodyjust to help Sera have the baby she desperately wants?]
[Well, his wife, Scarlett, deserves it.]
[She clearly knew our Sera Baby was miserable and heartbroken over not having a child, but she kept flaunting her good-fertility body, putting the spotlight on herself and the Harrington/Callaway families.]
[Now shes getting what she wantedlet her have babies till she drops!]
[Anyway, in the end, our Sera Baby gets to painlessly walk away with one of her kids, and then shell be pampered to heaven by the Male Lead.]
I was frozen in disbelief.
It wasn't until after I ran the results of the at-home amniocentesis that I finally broke.
System, I dont want to stay anymore.
My chosen way out is a clean break: three lives lost during the birth.
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[Host, are you absolutely sure you want to proceed with this?]
[The diagnostics show your emotional metric for the Male Second, Liam Harrington, has also reached 100%.]
[System detects hesitation in your voice. This may not be your authentic desire.]
[Are you truly prepared to leave Liam and never see him again?]
The chilling, mechanical voice cut through my feigned calm, making tears stream down my face and pool onto the printed results of the at-home amniocentesisresults that definitively ruled out Liam as the father.
The thought of leaving Liam, of never seeing him again, was a sharp, searing pain in my chest. I ached with it.
But the cruel commentary from the captions and the damning proof clutched in my hand told me the same thing: I had to let go. No matter how much it hurt.
If Liam Harrington could so comfortably use my loyalty, my body, and the life of my unborn child to solve his first loves problemsthen I, in turn, would use my death to shred his perfect, fake ending.
I could have accepted that he loved someone else in the past.
But I couldn't accept that his past was more important than our future.
Im sure. Proceed with the exit.
Even if the choice ripped me apart.
In response, the Systems light flickered faintly.
The monotone voice sounded once more.
[Intent confirmed. Commencing withdrawal protocol.]
[Hosts remaining lifespan in this world: Adjusted from eighty years to 28 days.]
To ensure a plausible death, the System began recalibrating my physical status.
It felt like the System was instantly siphoning the marrow from my bones, leaving me weightless and too weak to even stand.
The simple act of lifting my arm to toss the paternity test report into the hospital trash can exhausted every reserve of strength I had.
As the crushing fatigue hit, I tried to leave the room.
But my vision tunneled, and my body pitched backward, out of my control.
In the ensuing haze, muffled shouts exploded around me. The sharp scent of antiseptic and sterile air made me feel like I was sinking and resurfacing in a deep, dark ocean.
Only when Liams name was shouted, and a hand gently grasped my wrist, did the vertigo finally stabilize.
Just like always.
No matter what catastrophe found me, he was always there, arriving on cue.
Now, his familiar scent enveloped me, his entire focus consumed by pure, unfiltered panic.
The surrounding nurses and doctors murmured amongst themselves, their tone thick with unmistakable envy.
Mr. Harrington is so devoted to his wife. He got the call and rushed over immediately, didnt even bother with a coat.
I know! Hes been guarding her bedside for three days straight. Hasnt moved an inch.
True love, honestly.
Their fervent praise made me remember.
Five years of marriage.
Liam always, always put me first.
When I had early-pregnancy spotting, he canceled an international conference and stayed in my hospital room for three days and three nights.
Once, during my first trimester, when I craved the legendary biscuits and gravy from that diner on the Southside, hed driven two hours in a torrential downpour to get them.
These fragments of warmth broke my heart all over again.
For a split second, I wanted to rip my eyes open and demand an answer.
If you cared about me so much, Liam, then why did you plot against me? Why did you betray me for her?
But I couldn't open my eyes.
The captions were mercilessly floating across my vision.
[The Male Second is only ever the deeply devoted Male Second for the FMC.]
[Even married, he will never turn her down.]
Their cynicism stunned me into silence.
And it made me remember.
Liam and I were not equals.
I was the transmigrator.
He was the deeply devoted, brilliant Male Second from the book, whose life had been ruined by the angst of loving the Female Main Character (FMC) without hope of return.
So, when I learned I needed to 'capture' him to 'save' him, Id spent my energy trying to push the original hero and heroine together.
And when Liam was drugged, I'd offered myself upone single, perfect night that resulted in conception.
My 'good-fertility' broke the Harrington familys lineage curse with twins.
Knowing he was finally going to be a father, he married me instantly.
He made a solemn vow: he would put the past behind him.
In those five years, our marriage of convenience became a love story.
Id achieved 100% on his devotion metric.
But just as Id decided to trade my system-bound fate for a lifetime with him, the captions showed me the true, brutal reality.
I was nine months pregnant with our second child.
A child who was actually his cousin's, Rhys Callaway's.
The reason?
Liam couldn't bear to see Seraphina Bellweatherthe actual FMCsuffer any more social consequences for not being able to conceive.
He chose to sacrifice me.
At the time, I refused to believe it. The man who always had eyes only for me at every gala, who never even glanced at Seraphina, couldn't possibly be planning such a thing.
But after I sneakily conducted the amniocentesis and saw the truththat the child in my belly shared none of his DNAI knew. The captions were real.
And between me and her, he had chosen Seraphina.
A wave of self-pity washed over me, and I reached out to the System again.
Does Liam actually love me?
I wasn't sure anymore.
But the System was cold and firm.
[The metrics are undeniable.]
[Liam's devotion is currently at 100%. If the Host were to die, he would not survive you.]
Hearing that, a bitter, hollow laugh escaped me.
One hundred percent. Does a number equate to love?
If he loved me, how could he hurt me?
I wanted to scream the question at the System.
But then, I snapped my eyes open.
Sensing Liam nearby, I turned my head, not wanting him to see my panicked, tear-stained face.
But my field of vision was empty.
Only a low murmur of conversation drifted in from outside the door.
Liam, the doctor just told me Scarletts vitals are terrible. Shes too frail. He suggested terminating the pregnancy, or it could kill her
Maybe we should just forget the plan. It was selfish of me to ask. As long as Scarlett is safe, I can go back to being the barren one, the sister-in-law everyone whispers about. It doesn't matter.
Seraphinas voice was wet with sobs. She sounded genuinely distraught at the thought of my death being on her conscience. She even made a show of trying to take off the fake belly shed strapped on.
But on the other side of the door, Liams silence stretched, then broke with a shocking finality.
The plan stays in motion.
Ive already secured the best medical team to monitor Scarlett twenty-four-seven. She wont die.
Youve suffered in silence for three years, Sera. I won't send you back into that deep pit of despair just when you finally have hope.
Liams tone was gentle, reassuring Seraphina.
He had completely forgotten that while she had shed a few tears, his wife of five years was now lying on a gurney, her life hanging by the very thread he had knowingly pulled.

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