His Pregnant Wife in the Oven

Eight months pregnant, and the housekeeper's daughter suddenly created a pregnancy wellness plan for me.

She required me to spend six hours every day in the scorching 108F outdoor heat, sunbathing.

I was roasted until I nearly lost the baby. I begged her to open the door and let me inside.

But she just sat there eating chilled watermelon, smiling sweetly. "Ma'am, pregnant women need plenty of sunshine. It's good for you. I'm only doing this for your own good."

The door stayed locked. No one dared open it.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a flowerpot and smashed through the balcony window.

An hour later, Sebastian hurried home from his meeting and immediately unleashed on me.

"Vivian, how can you be so vicious! Do you realize that because you threw your tantrum and smashed that window, Sophie got heatstroke and ended up in the ICU?"

"Sebastian, you have time to worry about the housekeeper's daughter, but you can't spare a thought for your own wife and child? If I'd stayed out there any longer, the baby would've died!"

Sebastian stared at me for a moment with an unreadable expression, said nothing, and left.

But that night, someone dragged me out of bed and locked me inside a metal baking chamber.

Outside, dozens of the housekeeper's relatives had gathered.

Sebastian stood there with his arm around Sophie's waist, watching me coldly.

"Vivian, you're utterly malicious and show no remorse. Today I'm going to make you pay for what you did to Sophie!"

My heart kept sinking. I was completely disappointed in him.

I decisively pulled out my phone and called my brother, Marcus.

"Marcus, don't leave a single one of them alive. Not the Hayes family, not the Walsh family. Kill them all."

The moment those words left my lips, all those relatives outside turned deathly pale.

Only Sebastian let out a cold sneer.

Following his disdainful laugh, everyone else belatedly burst into hysterical laughter.

"Miss Vivian, do you still think you're some mob princess? Marcus is long dead. Who are you trying to scare?"

"Exactly! If Mr. Hayes hadn't been kind enough to take you in, you wouldn't even be worthy of shining Sophie's shoes!"

Hearing these outsiders insult me, Sebastian just smiled faintly, not defending me at all.

He pulled Sophie's slender waist closer and slowly walked to the small window, casually tapping on the glass in front of me.

"Vivian, feeling hot? Do you understand what you did wrong?"

The red thermometer on the metal wall showed the baking chamber had been set to 122F.

The room was suffocatingly hot, like being in hell. My skin had turned bright red from the heat.

No matter how deeply I breathed, my chest felt like it was being pierced with needles, so stifling I could barely breathe.

Sweat poured off me like rain. My voice was hoarse. "Sebastian, what did I do wrong by escaping the sun to go into an air-conditioned room? If I hadn't forced my way in, your child would already be dead in my belly!"

I was about to continue when suddenly, under the intense heat, a violent cramping pain shot through my lower abdomen.

Accompanied by frequent fetal movement, I crouched down and curled up, screaming.

"Sebastian, let me out! It's too hot in herethe baby can't take it! Aren't you the one who's been so desperate for him to be born?!"

Sebastian's gaze dropped to my belly, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Watching his reaction, my heart grew colder and colder.

I had a weak constitution. Before this, I'd been pregnant five times, but every single one ended in miscarriage.

Each time I lost a baby, Sebastian was so devastated he looked ready to kill someone.

This time we'd been so careful with the pregnancy, finally making it to eight months.

Once, when I was making him noodles and my belly was exposed to heat from the stove, causing frequent fetal movement, he'd been both angry and heartbroken, staying by my side all night.

And now, because of Sophie's ridiculous heatstroke, he'd personally locked me in a baking chamber.

My heart ached with bitter pain. I was about to speak through gritted teeth when Sophie clutched her head and swayed unsteadily, her voice unbearably weak.

"Sebastian, let her out. She's been pampered all her lifehow can she endure this suffering? She didn't do anything wrong. It's all my fault. I'm just a housekeeper's daughter. Even if I die of heatstroke in this hundred-degree weather, it's only what I deserve..."

My blood boiled with rage.

Just minutes after I smashed the window, she'd turned around and gone back to the bedroom, having a servant bring her half a chilled watermelon.

The one who'd been roasting outside for hours, nearly suffering heatstrokethat was me!

My eyes turned bloodshot as I glared at her. Just as I was about to speak, Sebastian slammed his fist against the glass window.

His voice turned ice-cold. "Go turn up the temperature 9F. She's pampered and afraid of heat? Today I'll make sure she gets back every bit of grievance Sophie suffered!"

He affectionately ruffled Sophie's hair, his eyes practically overflowing with tenderness.

"I know you've been wronged. You were kind enough to help with her pregnancy care, and she nearly killed you for it. Go on, Sophie, adjust it yourself. I dare her to say one word against it!"

When Sophie walked back, the red thermometer on the metal wall showed 140F.

She'd raised it a full 18F!

The baking chamber instantly became like hell itself. My entire body felt like it was being deep-fried in oil.

My dress had long been soaked through with sweat, clinging wetly to my swollen belly.

The frequent fetal movement was practically my baby's desperate cry for help.

For the sake of my child, I dragged out my smoke-damaged voice, hoarse beyond recognition, and admitted fault. "I was wrong, Sebastian. I know I was wrong..."

The instant I spoke, Sophie's father suddenly interrupted, his booming voice drowning out my plea. "Mr. Hayes, your wife has such a great figure. Even with that pregnant belly, she's so sexy. Just looking at her makes a man unable to resist..."

My hoarse voice was swallowed up.

The man's excited, undisguised gaze fixed directly on me.

That look was utterly disgusting. I clutched my body and shrank back toward the corner.

But after prolonged exposure to the scorching heat, as soon as I lifted my foot, a layer of skin on my sole separated instantly from the flesh, torn open with bright red blood flowing out.

The piercing pain made it nearly impossible to stand on one foot. I staggered and stepped down, the skinless sole pressing against the burning metal floor.

In that instant, the stabbing pain shooting to my scalp made me scream shrilly.

Sebastian clearly heard my scream. He frowned slightly and shot Sophie's father a warning look before standing and walking to the small window.

Seeing the complete footprint of skin and the bright red blood on the metal floor, his heart clenched.

Just as he was about to speak, Sophie bit her lip and walked over weakly.

"Just give Sebastian a simple apology. It doesn't even have to be sincere. You know his temperif you don't apologize, how could he possibly let you out..."

My internal organs were churning. I was nearly cooked through by the high temperature. I opened my mouth but could barely make a sound.

Watching me, Sophie's lips curved up. She suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself twice, then cried out that she wanted to open the door and be punished alongside me.

"Sebastian, since she won't apologize, just let me go in there and be punished with her. I really can't bear to see her suffer like this. I'll just take all the blameit's my fault for getting heatstroke, my fault for going to the ICU!"

Seeing Sophie's apparent kindness, whatever softness Sebastian had felt vanished instantly.

He glared at me viciously, his voice full of disappointment.

"Vivian, you've truly disappointed me. You used to have at least some sense of shame, but now you're completely shameless. You hurt Sophie and don't feel even a shred of remorse. Sophie is kind enough to want to accompany you, but you're not worthy!"

"Fine. Since that's how it is, today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your dead father!"

With that, he waved his hand and ordered, "Go raise the temperature another 9F. I don't believe her mouth can stay this hard at 140F! If she won't apologize, she's not coming out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other maids in the house rushed over, pleading on my behalf.

"Sir, please forgive her this once. She's eight months pregnant after all. The temperature in there is so highit could be fatal for the baby."

Sebastian frowned and glanced at me through the small window.

After a few seconds of silence, just as he was about to nod, Sophie suddenly cried out and collapsed.

Sebastian immediately gathered her into his arms. "Sophie, where does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital."

Sophie shook her head, tears brimming. "I got sick and ended up in the ICU because of my own weak constitution. It has nothing to do with her. Since everyone's pleading for her, Sebastian, just let her go. I'm fine..."

Before she could finish, she curled up in apparent agony, gasping heavily as if about to go into shock.

The "okay" stuck in Sebastian's throat never came out. His voice turned sharp and cold.

"Those who do wrong must be punished. Do as I said!"

The maids glanced at the horrific scene inside the baking chamber and tried to continue pleading, but Sebastian's cold stare shut them down.

"Sophie only made her sunbathe because she was helping with pregnancy care. Not only is she ungrateful, she even smashed windows and hurt people. Even now she shows no remorseshe deserves to suffer! If any of you plead for her again, pack your things and leave immediately."

He paused, then ordered, "Go adjust the temperature! And have an ambulance wait outside."

Hearing this, the maids didn't dare say anything more.

Sophie's mother and Sophie exchanged a glance, then hurried to adjust the temperature.

When she returned, the temperature inside the baking chamber had changed to 158F.

She'd raised it another full 18F.

The instant intense heat struck, I could no longer stand. My whole body trembling, I collapsed onto the scorching metal floor.

The moment my feet left the ground, one foot had a layer of skin and flesh torn off by the metal plate, while the other had a layer of scab ripped away.

As my body hit the floor, a "sizzle" sounded where my skin touched the metal plate. The contact area instantly swelled and oozed blood, as if being pan-fried.

Piercing, bone-deep pain shot through my entire body. Blood kept seeping out from various places.

To protect the baby in my belly, I ignored the pain and struggled to adjust my position to lie on my back.

Every movement tore away the layer of skin and flesh pressed against the scalding metal.

By the time I'd adjusted my position, there was hardly any intact flesh left on my body.

And the baby in my belly had also gone completely still.

The people outside who'd been jeering and laughing gradually fell silent as they watched the bloody scene inside.

Feeling my child's life slipping away, I screamed with all my strength. "Sebastian! My baby is deadyou killed him with your own hands! When I get out, I'll have Marcus kill all of you. You all deserve to die!"

Sebastian's expression changed drastically.

In the sudden silence, he walked to the small window, seemingly wanting to check on my condition.

When he saw me covered in blood without a single patch of healthy skin, his pupils contracted sharply.

He was about to order someone to get the key when Sophie suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"Ma'am, how can you say such things? You know how much Marcus made Sebastian suffer, how much he was held back. Now he's long dead, yet you still use him to pressure Sebastian. Aren't you just stabbing him in the heart?"

She turned to look at Sebastian, her voice gentle.

"Sebastian, I know about all the grievances you suffered back then. Don't be sad. I'll always stand by your side. As for her, you should still let her out. She's speaking recklesslyshe can even say things like killing us. Who knows what she might do if this continues, just like that Marcus of hers..."

Sophie's words stirred up Sebastian's humiliating memories. He flew into a rage, slamming his fist against the metal wall.

"Go raise the temperature another 9F. Let's see just how stubborn she can be!"

Seeing Sebastian's anger, no one behind him dared persuade him further. They obediently went to raise the temperature by 9F.

Instantly, piercing burning heat struck from below. My entire body felt like it was being grilled on a hot plate.

My internal organs felt like they were being cooked through by the penetrating heat.

I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto my side.

The moment my belly touched the metal plate, a gush of fresh blood poured from my lower abdomen.

The blood flowed along the metal plate and out through the door crack. Even outside, it still steamed with heat.

Realizing my child had completely left me, I screamed like I was coughing blood.

Many people outside cried out, "Someone's going to die!"

Sebastian had been furious, but hearing this cry, he turned back and was also frightened by the seeping blood.

He frantically grabbed the person next to him and roared, "The key! Go get the key!"

Sophie volunteered eagerly. "Sebastian, I know where the key is. I'll get it!"

As she left, she glanced at me through the small window.

That look contained undisguised malicious glee and triumph.

After she left, Sebastian frowned tightly, occasionally glancing at me, already barely alive in the baking chamber.

After waiting for what seemed like forever without Sophie returning, he exploded. "Where is she! Go see why the key isn't here yet!"

"You fewgo cut the power! Get the ambulance over here now!"

Watching people scatter in panic, a flash of pain crossed Sebastian's eyes.

Shortly after the power was cut, Sophie came running back in a panic, tears falling. "Sebastian, the key... the key is gone..."

Sebastian's face turned deathly pale.

He staggered toward Sophie, his voice laced with cold fury. "Why would the key be gone? You'd better not be lying to me!"

Sophie dropped to her knees with a "thud." "This baking chamber was custom-made and only came with one key. The servants were cleaning up earlier and accidentally threw it away with the trash..."

I looked weakly at Sebastian. Ridiculously, he actually believed such a clumsy excuse.

He had people go make a duplicate key while looking at me through the window. "Vivian, just wait a little longer. I'll let you out soon. Just hold on a bit more."

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Sophie suddenly said, "Sebastian, you gathered all my family's relatives here, saying you wanted them to witness her apology to me. They're all still here..."

"Anyway, the power's already off. Just give everyone an explanation. Just have her say she's sorry. It doesn't even have to be sincere..."

Sebastian looked at me, then at the wronged and obedient Sophie. Finally, he tapped on the small window.

"Vivian, no matter what, today's incident was your fault. Just give a simple apology and I won't pursue this matter anymore, okay?"

Seeing I didn't respond, his tone softened. "Be good. Everyone's waiting for your apology. Once you apologize, I'll let you out. Sophie will take good care of you from now on, and I'll love you properly too."

The physical burning and massive blood loss had already made me barely conscious.

I crawled up from the pool of blood with all my strength, instinctively using blood to write on the metal plate, word by word: "Marcus... will kill... you all..."

Sophie's eyes were full of contempt, but her words came out as wronged sobs.

"Ma'am, I know you've always been domineering. I just want an apology to give my family an explanation. Is that really too much to ask?"

"Besides, Marcus was already turned into a human swine long ago. You're the only one left in your family. What's the point of this? If you don't apologize, even if I want to let you out, my family won't agree..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sophie's relatives outside started chattering.

"Miss Vivian, stop dreaming. Everyone knows your entire family was wiped out three years ago. If Mr. Hayes weren't protecting you, you'd have died countless times by now. And you want to kill us? What a joke."

"Mr. Hayes, I think she's just pretending. She nearly killed Sophie this time. If you don't teach her a proper lesson, who knows how she'll bully people in the future."

"Exactly, Mr. Hayes. She's bullying people like thisyou can't let her off so easily."

Sebastian irritably pressed his temples, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness when he spoke again.

"Vivian, Marcus is long dead. You're not some mob princess anymore. Without my protection these years, you'd have struggled just to survive. Right now, I'm your only support. Just apologize once and I'll let you out immediately, okay?"

The temperature in the baking chamber hadn't dissipated, but the heartbeat of the baby in my belly had completely stopped.

That little life that had accompanied me for eight monthsI ultimately couldn't keep him.

Tears blurred my vision. I was consumed with grief.

I had no strength to answer him. I just hung my head and resolutely wrote two words on the floor in blood: "Never."

Sebastian's expression shifted.

"Vivian, think carefully. Besides me, no one can save you!"

The moment Sebastian finished speaking, a "bang" echoed as a bullet grazed past his scalp.

Accompanied by a massive sharp ringing sound, a team of gang members wielding assault rifles burst in.

A cold, stern voice rang out from behind him.

"Who says no one can save her?"