He Harvested Our Daughter's Bone Marrow , Then I Showed Him the Fake Marriage CertificateChapter 1

Eight months pregnant, and Thomas Gilbert had me committed to a psych ward fifteen times. I had him hauled to a police station sixteen.

All because whenever I leaked footage of him and his first love getting intimate, he'd have me institutionalized.

A few days of "treatment" later, I'd inevitably drag him right back to the precinct.

After ninety-nine rounds of filing for divorce, both sets of parents finally cracked under the chaos and stepped in to mediate a reconciliation.

He burned the betrothal gifts the Shen family had sent for me. I shredded the marriage contract the Liu family had drawn up for him.

At the courthouse, he held me so tight I could barely breathe.

"No more fighting."

"If you don't want her around, I'll make her leave."

"From now on, it's just us and our baby. We'll be a real family."

His voice was soft as water. My eyes burned red.

We remarried. Tracey Harding vanished without a trace.

Until the day of our daughter's first birthday party, when Lily Abbott was snatched right out from under us.

I called in every connection I had, searching everywhere like a woman gone mad.

Twenty-four hours later, I finally found my daughter in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life.

Thomas was standing right beside her.

He had another child in his arms, the same age as Lily. His tone was casual.

"Douglas has a congenital bone marrow deficiency. Our daughter happened to be a perfect match, so I had them extract a little."

The air locked in my chest. My gaze dropped to the patient chart at the foot of the bed.

Name: Douglas Gilbert.

Father: Thomas Gilbert.

Mother: Tracey Harding.

So getting rid of Tracey had been a lie.

He'd kept her. And for the sake of their illegitimate son, he'd drained our daughter's bone marrow.

I forced the corners of my mouth up. The expression on my face twisted into something unrecognizable.

Good thing the marriage certificate from our remarriage was fake too.

We were even.

...

The hospital room was dead silent.

Then Lily let out a weak, agonized whimper.

I snapped back and rushed to her side.

Her tiny body was threaded with tubes, her face white as paper.

I reached out to touch her, but my fingers shook too badly to make contact.

Thomas was still over by the other bed, murmuring softly to that bastard child like nothing in the world was wrong.