He Saved His Lover With Our Baby’s Heart

Six years ago, my life plunged into an abyss.

My daughter suddenly fell gravely ill, and the exorbitant medical bills loomed over me like a mountain, crushing my spirit. My husband, Eric, not only chose to abandon her treatment but also ran straight into the arms of his childhood sweetheart, Gisele Evans.

Just as I was consumed by despair, my first love, Jake Hall, appeared. Without a word, he transferred five million dollars into my account and stayed by my side, helping me care for our daughter.

But fate was cruel, and our daughter ultimately couldn't be saved. She left me forever.

Now, six years later, Jake and I have built a new life, and I'm pregnant with our child.

That day, I went to the hospital alone for a prenatal check-up. In the hallway, I unexpectedly overheard Jake and the doctor's conversation.

The doctor asked him with concern, "Mr. Hall, you and Ms. Thompson now have a child. What if what happened back then comes to light?"

Jake's answer pierced my heart like a cold knife: "Gisele was so sick back then, I had no choice but to use some means to transplant the child's heart to her. Besides, Ruth is pregnant again now; she should have moved on from the past."

It was only at that moment that I realized my daughter had been deliberately misdiagnosed.

Her heart, it turned out, had been secretly taken by Jake and transplanted into Gisele Evans!

Hearing this, tears silently streamed down my face.

It turned out the baby in my belly wasn't the fruit of love between Jake and me, but merely an offering of atonement. These past six years of our relationship were nothing but Jakes elaborate act, all for Gisele Evans, the one true love of his life.

I gently touched my slightly swollen belly, a bitter smile twisting my lips. Six years ago, I couldn't save my daughter. Now, I refuse to continue this cursed entanglement.

In the hospital office, the doctor sighed softly, a hint of regret in his voice: "Alright, Mr. Hall, but is this truly worth it? Gisele is already married, and you should be living your own life. After all, Ms. Thompson loves you so much; she's a good woman."

Jake paused, then answered firmly: "Of course it's worth it. I don't care about titles, as long as I can protect Gisele. She can love whoever she wants; I just want her to be healthy and happy."

"As for Ruth Thompson, she is indeed wonderful. She's a good wife and will be a good mother. Unfortunately, I don't love her. You can't force love."

Hearing Jake say this, the doctor shook his head, asking no further questions.

"Ms. Thompson's pregnancy is very unstable. She's a woman who's suffered greatly, having already lost one child. Please, be good to her and this child."

Silence stretched for a long time on the other end, until Jake finally uttered a soft "Mmm."

I bit hard on my lip, stubbornly refusing to make a sound. It wasn't until Jake and the doctor left that I dared to sob openly.

So, my daughter, who had been born just a few days earlier, hadn't died of illness, but had been deliberately misdiagnosed by a doctor bribed by Jake.

All for a fresh heart to be transplanted into Gisele Evans.

Back then, when my daughter was diagnosed with a severe illness and admitted to the intensive care unit, my husband, Eric Vance, unwilling to bear the burden, walked out of the hospital and into the arms of his childhood sweetheart, Gisele.

Jake's appearance was the only light in our lives.

Now, it seemed Jake's helping hand was merely to better oversee this heart that belonged to Gisele.

After divorcing Eric, Jake marrying me was probably just out of guilt.

Leaving the hospital, a heavy rain began to fall. I didnt hail a cab, stumbling along like a drowned rat. The rain mixed with my tears; Id lost count of how many times Id cried.

When I got home, the housekeeper saw my disheveled state and rushed to meet me: "Madam, why didn't you call the driver to pick you up in this rain? You're pregnant; getting soaked isn't good for you."

Hearing the commotion, Jake emerged from his study. Seeing my red eyes and messy hair, a flicker of something that looked like concern crossed his face. He set down his coffee and swept me into his arms.

Jake's tone held a hint of scolding: "You're about to be a mother, and you're still as willful as a child."

"Not to mention catching a cold, what if you hurt the baby? I don't know what to do with you."

I glanced at him, muttering: "Jake, I've been a mother before. I don't need you to teach me."

"If the baby dies, it dies. I've already lost one child anyway."

Jakes steps faltered. He frowned deeply but ultimately said nothing.

The bathtub was already filled with hot water. Jake tried to help me undress, but I refused.

Jake looked at me suspiciously, seemingly puzzled by my uncharacteristic behavior. After a long standoff, Jake left the bathroom.

I scrubbed myself repeatedly with shower gel, trying to wash away every trace Jake had left on me over the years.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, Jake was fast asleep. Looking at the profile of the man Id lived with day in and day out, I felt an unsettling unfamiliarity.

In a hazy dream, Jake reached for my hand.

"Don't go. Stay with me forever."

"Gisele."

Jake's face was etched with infinite tenderness and dependence, an expression he had never shown me.

The next second, Jake's phone lit up.

It was a message from "Princess Gisele."

I tried several times to unlock his phone, but none of the passwords worked. My birthday, Jake's birthday, even Gisele's birthdaynothing.

On my last attempt, I tried the date my daughter died.

Unexpectedly, it worked.

I almost forgot, the day my daughter died, Gisele received a new life with her heart.

It turned out Jake had been silently loving Gisele in such a meticulous way all this time.

In the chat, Gisele had sent a few photos.

In the pictures, Giseles smile was even more dazzling than the warm sun in March. She clung to Jakes side like a fragile bird, and Jake, with a somewhat stiff movement, made a heart shape with her.

"Jay, it's so much more fun going to the amusement park with you. Eric is so boring compared to you."

"You promised to go to that photoshoot with me tomorrow. See you then, love you."

Jake and Gisele looked like a couple deeply in love, making me feel like a clown peeking into someone else's happiness.

But tomorrow was the day Jake promised to accompany me to my prenatal check-up.

So, which was more important, the child or the woman he loved?

That night, I didn't sleep a wink.

I was gambling.

If Jake chose to accompany me to the prenatal check-up tomorrow, then, for the sake of this new life, I would give him another chance.

The next morning, Jake was up early, getting ready to leave.

Jakes face was alight with triumph. Just before he stepped out the door, I tugged at his sleeve.

"Jake, where are you going? Didn't you say you'd come with me to my prenatal check-up?"

Jake's smile vanished. After a long moment of thought, he gently patted my hand.

"Ruth, I'm sorry, I have a very important meeting today. I can't accompany you to the hospital right now."

"You're so understanding, you'll surely understand how hard your husband works, right?"

"You even said yesterday that you have experience with having children, and everything will go smoothly without me."

Seeing me look down without speaking, Jake smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Be a good girl, I'll bring you a present when I get back."

With that, Jake left without a backward glance.

Watching Jake's retreating back, this time, I completely gave up hope.

I checked the nearest flights to Sterling City and called my best friend.

The flight was the night after tomorrow. Once I landed in Sterling City, I would officially bid farewell to everything here.

I put on some light makeup to make myself look less haggard.

I went to the best law firm in the city, consulting on the divorce procedures and the matter of my daughters misdiagnosis leading to her death.

For the divorce, the lawyer quickly drafted the papers.

However, to pursue Jake and Giseles responsibility, more evidence was needed.

That evening, I personally prepared a candlelight dinner and opened two bottles of Jake's prized red wine.

When Jake returned home and saw me sitting quietly at the dining table, he first paused, then smiled knowingly.

"Ruth, you should leave these things to the housekeeper. You're my wife; you just need to live in comfort."

He smiled and pulled me into his embrace.

We were so close; I could even smell the intoxicating rose perfume, distinctly feminine, on him.

I asked Jake when he started wearing such a flamboyant and common perfume.

Jake seemed a little guilty. He sniffed his collar, then quickly explained:

"Oh, the person I met in the meeting today was the female CEO of the Lunar Group. It's normal to accidentally get some on me."

"What, Ruth, are you doubting me? Are you still upset that I didn't go to your prenatal check-up? I've already explained it; I thought you would understand."

A person with a guilty conscience is always quick to confess without being prompted. I had only asked a simple question, and I was met with a torrent of accusations.

Seeing my silence, Jake changed the subject, pulling out a delicate emerald necklace from his pocket and putting it around my neck.

"Ruth, don't be mad. This is a special gift I brought for you. There's only one in the world, unique. Do you like it?"

The emerald necklace glowed with a dark green luster under the candlelight, utterly beautiful.

I ran my fingertips over the cool, smooth necklace.

In our six years of marriage, after every cold war, Jake would give me jewelry.

But what good were all these treasures when they couldn't change the fact of his infidelity, couldn't change the fact that my daughter had been murdered?

Seeing that I finally managed a smile, Jake began to sample the meal I had prepared.

Jake praised my cooking lavishly.

But in the end, he only took a few bites.

After all, someone who had already "eaten" elsewhere naturally wouldn't have an appetite for home-cooked food.

During the meal, I plied Jake with several glasses of wine, and he quickly passed out in bed.

While Jake was drunk, I secretly slipped into his study, trying to find some evidence that my daughter had been deliberately killed.

After a thorough search, I only found a document from six years ago regarding organ transplantation.

In the document, Jake had signed the organ transplant contract on my behalf, as my spouse.

No wonder Jake had been so eager to marry me back then; it was just so his precious Gisele could recover sooner.

I photographed the document, then put it back in its original place, along with the divorce agreement, which I packaged and sent to an email, setting a countdown for it to send.

The moment the plane took off, these documents would all be sent to Jake's inbox.

The next day, I was woken by Jake.

He'd squeezed toothpaste for me, just like before, and even tried his hand at cooking in the kitchen, looking quite serious about it.

As I brushed my teeth, he gently wrapped his arms around my waist from behind:

"Ruth, I was wrong. How could I let you go to such an important prenatal check-up alone? How about I go with you today?"

Before I could reply, Jake ruffled my hair, smiling shyly and sweetly.

Watching Jake busy himself in the kitchen, a wave of bitterness washed over me.

Jake, you're always so inconsistent.

Six years. It took me six years to realize Id never truly seen you.

Forget it. I don't love you anymore, and I don't need to understand you from now on.

When Jake and I arrived at the hospital, Gisele Evans was there too.

But Gisele was at the dermatology department.

As a popular celebrity, Gisele was surrounded by fans wherever she went.

From afar, I could hear the fans whispering:

"Poor Gisele, she just recovered from a serious illness two years ago, and now she's back in the hospital."

"Don't worry, Gisele will be fine. This hospital is the top hospital in the city."

"And the actual controlling shareholder of this hospital is Jake Hall. He's our Gisele's rumored boyfriend, her biggest fan. He'll definitely use all his power to protect her."

"Wow, a popular celebrity and a CEO, they sound like such a perfect match."

The next second, Giseles eyes locked onto Jake in the crowd.

She shouted his name.

The fans all turned to look at Jake and me.

Gisele ran towards Jake, clinging intimately to his arm.

"Jay, it's all your fault for insisting on taking me for king crab yesterday. It gave me allergies. So, are you here to accompany me today specifically? Well, I'll begrudgingly forgive you then."

Jake glanced at me, then at Gisele. Finally, he smiled and nodded at Gisele.

The surrounding fans all looked like they were eating up the drama.

I knew, this time, Jake was going to abandon me again.

I stared intently at Jake's face, enunciating each word:

"Jake, didn't you say you were coming with me to my prenatal check-up?"

The passersby now looked even more surprised, as if theyd stumbled upon major gossip.

A flicker of emotion crossed Jake's eyes. Just as he was about to step towards me, Gisele pulled him back.

The look Gisele gave me no longer held her previous innocence; it was sharp and triumphant.

"Jay, isn't she just your housekeeper? Sending her to the hospital is already generous enough; there's no need to accompany her for a prenatal check-up."

"If that got out, people would think the baby is yours. It would really damage your reputation and the company's."

Hearing Gisele's words, the passersby suddenly understood, looking at me with endless disdain.

Jake's lips moved, but he ultimately didn't utter a single word in my defense, allowing Gisele to lead him away.

Leaving me alone, stunned, in place.