After Seven Miscarriages, He Said He’d Treat Me Right

Five months pregnant, I was pushed from the third floor. Dr. Schrute saved me, but the baby, like the previous seven, was gone.

Desperate for a last glimpse, I overheard my husband Vincent and Dr. Schrute in a corner.

Why harm your own child? the doctor asked.

Vincent replied coldly, Elara has her needs. This was foolproof.

The truth about my lost children shattered me. My loving husband was the culprit.

Behind closed doors, Vincent demanded, Perform a hysterectomy before Jane wakes up.

Shocked, Dr. Schrute warned, Youll have no heir!

Elara just had my child, Vincent said. Im leaving everything to them. Janes uterus is a threat.

But your child will bear another mans name, the doctor pleaded. Is it worth it? Janes chance of conceiving is already low.

Vincents voice turned tender yet bitter. I love Elara. Ill give her everything I have.

But

Vincent frowned. No buts! Do as I say!

Vincent was about to stand up when his phone rang. He accidentally pressed speakerphone.

Vincent, I got the money, hehe. Next time, find me for such a good job. Ive done it seven times now, I know the ropes. And next time, Ive already thought about it: Im going to pretend to be a kidnapper and target Mrs. Halperts belly

There wont be a next time. Take your money and get out of the city.

Footsteps sounded from within. I stumbled back to my room. Before I could lie down, Vincent walked in.

Jane, when did you wake up?

I was drenched in sweat, my body trembling as I forced myself to appear calm. Just woke up. I didnt see you, so I was about to go look for you.

Vincents gaze was fixed on me, with a hint of scrutiny. My heart was pounding with anxiety. Just as I thought he had found me out, he gently lifted me onto the bed.

Why are you so careless with yourself? Weve already lost our baby; you cant afford to have anything else happen.

He still had the nerve to mention it. Thinking of the child he had deliberately killed, I desperately clutched my chest, tears welling up uncontrollably. It turned out that all those car accidents, robberies, and falls I had experienced were never accidents. They were my husband, putting me in mortal danger again and again for his lover.

The doctor just said your uterus hasnt been fully cleaned out and requires another surgery.

Jane, dont be scared well definitely have a beautiful baby. Hell have your eyes, my nose and mouth. Then well treat him even better and make up for all our regrets. Vincent offered me a glass of milk. As he turned away, I saw him add something to it. He held me in his arms, coaxing me gently, his eyes full of tenderness.

But I knew this was just a facade to lull me into a false sense of security.

Do I have to drink it? Can I not?

Vincent, youve already killed seven of my children. Are you going to strip me of my right to be a mother as well?

He didnt hesitate, stroking my head, smiling dotingly. Such a grown woman, yet still acting like a baby. What if you dont have the surgery and your body cant recover? Do you want your husband to die of heartache? Come, Ill feed you.

He brought the milk to my lips, giving me no chance to refuse. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if what I was swallowing wasnt milk, but barbed razor blades. My consciousness slowly faded. In a daze, I saw the doctor, complicit with Vincent, walk in.

Proceed with the surgery now. Also Vincents voice hesitated for a few seconds. Find a way to paralyze her lower limbs with anesthesia.

Mr. Halpert, is that really necessary? Isnt that too cruel?

Do as I say!

I knew Vincent was always cautious and suspicious, but I never expected him to be so ruthless just because he saw I woke up early. My children, my chance to be a mother, and now he was even going to take away my ability to stand. Vincent, are you trying to carve out my heart? I screamed in despair, struggling to sit up, but plunged into a deeper coma.

As the anesthesia began to wear off, I vaguely heard the doctor say, Mr. Halpert, Mrs. Halperts uterus has been removed. Also she will never be able to stand again.

Vincent was immensely relieved, repeating twice, Good! Good!

When I fully awoke, his tears fell onto my hand, a genuine expression of pain. Jane, the doctor says your uterus has become too damaged to ever bear children.

I ignored him, frantically trying to move my legs. But, no feeling I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, trembling as I questioned, Vincent, what have you done to my legs?

His tears fell in large drops, choking him several times until he couldnt speak. There was an accident during the anesthesia, and your lower body is paralyzed.

Jane, dont be afraid no matter what you become, I will never leave you I will always love you.

I had never imagined Vincents acting was so superb. He dismissed the nurse and personally fed me porridge, wiped my body, and even took care of my postpartum bleeding. He was busy until evening, then he kissed my forehead tenderly.

Jane, youve suffered so much hardship with these pregnancies for me. Ill make it up to you doubly in the future.

I looked at his tired face, coldly averting my gaze. If youre tired, rest for a while.

Alright, your husband will watch over you here. Just call me if you need anything.

After he fell asleep, I picked up his other phone. I had always known Vincent had another phone, but it was his work phone, so I had never checked it. I tried only once, and it unlocked successfully. The password was Elaras birthday.

The moment the lock screen opened, a wedding photo of him and Elara immediately caught my eye. A wedding photo He actually took wedding photos with Elara. The white dress stung my eyes. Trembling, I opened his messaging app. Vincent intimately called her Baby.

The endless chat history was increasingly disturbing. It turned out every one of his business trips was just an excuse to be with Elara. I had been silently upset countless times, resenting that he never accompanied me to the hospital. How many times did the doctor ask about the babys father, and I could only give an embarrassed smile and say he was very busy.

He would always reply after a long delay: Im trying to earn money for our babys formula. Besides, a check-up isnt a big deal. My being there wouldnt help much and would waste time. You can do things on your own.

But he had accompanied Elara through her pregnancies, attending every prenatal check-up, never missing one, no matter how busy he was. He said he was incredibly excited for their babys birth, saying their mother and child were the most precious things in his life. Reading further, my heart was viciously wrenched, in agonizing pain.

Every time I was pregnant, they were discussing how to kill my child. Even the car accident I had a year ago, when I was pregnant, was orchestrated by Elara herself. She said she wanted to experience the thrill of hitting someone, and Vincent readily agreed. He simply cautioned her, Go easy.

They casually discussed how to harm me and how to kill my child, as if discussing the weather. My fingertips dug deep into my palm, blood dripping onto my hand. I opened his photo album. Tens of thousands of photos, every single one featuring Elarajoint photos, candid shots, waking up together, walking together, going home together. Vincent thoughtfully prepared nutritious meals for her during pregnancy And there were over 99 videos. I switched to them, and in an instant, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, chilling me to the core.

There were countless videos of them intertwined, naked, seemingly deliberately documenting every moment of their intimacy. There was even roleplay, Vincent dressed as a maid, kneeling on the floor I desperately pressed on my stomach, too nauseated to speak. Besides those videos, there were six more, labeled from the first to the sixth. Realizing what they were, my blood surged, and a metallic taste rose in my throat. I fiercely bit my lip and clicked onthe sixth time.

Vincent and Elara were laughing and talking. In front of them was The knife felt like it was cutting into me, my heart felt like it was being torn into a thousand pieces. The pain caused my stomach to cramp. I couldnt hold it in anymore and retched violently at the bedside.

Sleepless through the night, my clothes were soaked with tears.

The next morning, Vincent, as usual, specially bought me an elaborate breakfast. A rich variety, both Eastern and Western: soy milk, fried dough sticks, bread, egg tarts I used to think this was his doting affection for me, but now I knew it was just indifferent perfunctory behavior. Recalling the video from last night, I retched again.

Seeing I was uncomfortable, Vincent was deeply concerned: Why are you still feeling unwell? Its all my fault for making you suffer, my dear.

Its nothing. I want to go home.

Vincents expression froze for a moment. Youve miscarried again. Mom isnt very happy. Going back now would be walking into her anger. Its better to wait a while before returning, so you dont have to endure her wrath.

I didnt speak. From his expression, I roughly guessed what had happened.

In the afternoon, he was out. I packed my things and, in my wheelchair, made my way home. As soon as I entered the house, I saw Elara sitting in Vincents lap, both of them playing with a child. My mother-in-law came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of birds nest soup, and personally fed Elara spoonful by spoonful. The three of them were laughing and chatting, looking very much like a family.

Seeing me enter, my mother-in-laws eyes sharpened. Bad omen! You actually have the nerve to come back? My son serves you delicious food and drinks all day, how do you repay us? A jinx like you should just die outside!

You clearly knew you were pregnant, yet you were jumping around all day. How many lives in our Halpert family have you killed? Why didnt you just fall to your death, you wretched thing!

Im telling you, from today on, Elara is the only daughter-in-law I recognize. Get out of my house right now. Youre staining our floors.

Elara looked over, following my mother-in-laws gaze, her eyes full of triumph. Auntie, dont talk like that. What if Jane gets jealous and spreads rumors that Im seducing Vincent?

I dare her to!

I knew my mother-in-law never liked me. She thought I was too capable and difficult to control, and that I would lord over Vincent after marriage. Elara, on the other hand, was beautiful and sweet-talked everyone, always putting Vincent and herself at the center of everything. So, my mother-in-law was determined to have Elara as her daughter-in-law. It was only later that Elara married a wealthy man, and I willingly gave up my career to focus on family. Only then did she reluctantly accept me. Over the years, I had never given birth to a child for the Halpert family, and her dissatisfaction with me had reached its peak. Now that Elara was back and had given Vincent a son, she naturally had no inhibitions and vented all her displeasure on me.

But she didnt know that my seven miscarriages were all orchestrated by her son. Every one of her grandchildren had been by Elara, her cherished daughter-in-law.

Before, Vincent would mediate, but now, holding the child Elara had given him, he acted as if he heard nothing. Elara nestled into his arms, her voice feigning grievance. Vincent, youre only paying attention to our son. I feel overshadowed by him. If you keep this up, Ill be upset.

Vincent dotingly pinched her cheek, his eyes full of tenderness. Always so jealous, arent you? Look what that is.

I followed Elaras gaze, and the bold words STOCK TRANSFER AGREEMENT pierced my eyes. Wow! Vincent, youre so good to me. She happily kissed Vincent on the corner of his lips, her eyes proudly looking at me. I gave her a cold smile. Enjoy your triumph. Soon enough, you and your Vincent will be crying and begging me to come back.

But if you do this, wont Jane be angry? After all, this is your entire fortune.

Vincent paused, as if just realizing I was present, and quickly said, Jane, dont misunderstand. Mom and I discussed adopting Elaras child as our godson, which is why Im transferring shares to her.

This is a last resort. Since your uterus is damaged and you cant have children, the Halpert family cant be without an heir. I can only place all my hopes on Little Vincent.

You understand, dont you?

My ears buzzed. I looked at Vincent in disbelief.

Whats his name?