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His Mistress Was Pregnant, So He Forced Me to Abort My Child
Novelix
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Emma Hayes is eight months pregnant when a diagnosis convinces her to terminate the baby she fought years to conceive. Then a family group chat reveals the truth: the diagnosis was forged by her husband, Daniel, to protect his pregnant lover, Lily—the adopted sister Emma had spent her life yielding to. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by her family, Emma signs the divorce papers and boards a plane to Miami, where a former business partner offers her a second chance. But when Daniel realizes she is truly gone, his panic turns obsessive—and Emma’s escape becomes the beginning of his downfall.
Chapters (4)
第1章
At eight months pregnant, my doctor told me I had toxoplasmosis.
He said the fetus was likely already severely affected and that continuing the pregnancy carried serious risks. My parents, my brother, and my husband Daniel all urged me to terminate.
I couldn't bear it. This was the baby I'd waited years to conceive. But in the end, I lay down on that operating table and went through with the induced labor.
I was at the pharmacy picking up my medication when my phone buzzed.
A message in the family group chat.
My brother Mark asked: "How'd it go? Is the baby still there?"
A second later, Daniel replied: "Gone. I performed the procedure myself."
My father George sent a laughing emoji: "Wonderful. Lily can finally relax and focus on her own delivery. No more worrying that Emma's baby would steal Daniel's attention once it was born."
My mother Mary followed with a string of celebration emojis: "Thank God Daniel forged that test report. Emma still thinks she actually has toxoplasmosis."
I stood at the pharmacy window, my fingers going cold one by one.
The same people who had just been comforting me, telling me not to be too sad—they'd known the truth from the very beginning.
The chat went silent for a moment.
Then Lily Reed chimed in: "Delete those messages. Emma's in this group too."
The next second, I was kicked out of the chat.
When they added me back, every message had been wiped clean.
Mark quickly sent: "Emma, don't get the wrong idea. Those messages were sent to the wrong chat by accident."
I posted my screenshots into the group.
Dead silence.
A long time passed before my mother sent a string of voice messages.
"Lily is pregnant with Daniel's baby, yes, but she never meant to hurt you."
"They were together before you even married Daniel. They kept it from you because they were afraid you couldn't handle it. They were trying to protect you."
"You've been Daniel's wife for all these years. You should be grateful for what you had."
I listened to every word. I didn't say a single thing. I just laughed. I laughed until the tears rolled down my face.
They killed my baby, and then told me it was to protect me.
Turns out, people who don't love you really will treat you like a fool.
The anesthesia was wearing off. My lower abdomen cramped in waves. I braced myself against the wall and walked into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.
This private hospital kept its finest maternity suites on the top floor. Daniel had told me he'd pulled serious strings to secure a spot.
He'd said: "Lily's due date is earlier than yours. Let her have it first. When it's your turn, I'll figure something out."
Back then, I believed him.
I thought he'd at least leave a chance for me and our baby.
As I passed the nurses' station, a few nurses were chatting in low voices.
"Dr. Hayes is so good to his wife. Top-floor suite, a dedicated care team, and he even hired the best postpartum recovery specialist."
"I heard he got a private chef too. Meals made daily according to the nutritionist's plan."
"His wife just delivered yesterday, and the physical therapist, psychologist, and aesthetician all showed up immediately. He's terrified she won't recover well."
I stood frozen. My entire body went cold.
We were both pregnant. Daniel never once cooked me a meal. During the worst of my morning sickness, all I wanted was for him to make me a bowl of soup. He said he didn't have time.
My back hurt so badly I couldn't sleep through the night. I asked if he knew a good physical therapist. He was busy packing Lily's hospital bag and didn't even look up.
"Why waste the money? Every pregnant woman goes through this. Just tough it out."
He said it like it was nothing.
But when it came to Lily, he never made her tough anything out.
I swallowed down the nausea and the pain and walked to the door of the room.
It was slightly ajar.
Lily lay in bed, pale but smiling with a look of gentle contentment. My father, mother, and Mark were all gathered around her. Daniel held the newborn in his arms, murmuring softly, his expression tender in a way I had never seen before.
When I was in surgery, they each said they were too busy to come. Now, not one of them was missing.
It wasn't that they didn't have the time. Their time had simply never belonged to me.
I stood in the doorway, watching them gathered together like a real family. In that moment, I understood clearly for the first time: I was the outsider.
Daniel noticed me first.
His face changed. He set the baby back in the bassinet and strode toward me.
"Emma, don't make a scene. Lily just gave birth. She's very weak. Whatever you want to say, say it at home."
My body was weak too.
But I couldn't wait. I needed to know the truth right now.
I stared at him. "The baby she just had—is it yours?"
I expected him to deny it, to dodge, to spin a new lie.
But he just looked me in the eyes and said calmly: "Yes."
"The night of our engagement party, you left early because something came up. Lily had just gone through a breakup and came to talk to me. We drank too much and did something we shouldn't have. That's when I found out she'd been in love with me for years."
My ears filled with a high-pitched ringing.
The night of our engagement, his mother had called saying she'd been in a car accident. I rushed over immediately to handle everything. When it was over, I called Daniel to let him know things were fine.
On the other end, his voice was hoarse. I asked what was wrong. He said he was just coming down with a cold.
Remembering that now, my stomach lurched.
So while I was running around taking care of our future, he was busy betraying me.
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms.
"So you've been together behind my back, and to make sure her child could have its father's full attention, you tricked me into giving up my own baby?"
A flicker of impatience crossed Daniel's face.
"If you want to blame someone, blame me. Don't talk about Lily like that."
He looked at me, his tone self-righteous.
"You only lost a baby. But she felt so guilty she couldn't sleep the entire night. What more do you want?"
第2章
He said it so matter-of-factly, as if I were the unreasonable one.
But he knew full well that my uterine lining was thin and my chances of conceiving were extremely low. What I lost wasn't just a baby. What I lost was any possibility of ever becoming a mother in this lifetime.
Lily slowly sat up, her eyes reddening, her voice so soft she sounded like the one who'd been grievously wronged.
"Emma, don't blame Daniel. Forging the test report was my idea."
"I was afraid you wouldn't believe it, so I originally planned to bring a stray cat home and let you actually get infected. But Daniel was worried I might catch it too, so he stopped me."
I stared at her, barely able to believe what I was hearing.
But she continued: "Actually, when I first found out I was pregnant, I wanted to terminate it. Daniel begged me not to. He said it would be too damaging to my body and might leave lasting effects."
"To keep me from sneaking off to get the procedure, he even took me to the Maldives for a month. I couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes during the pregnancy, so he quit smoking for me."
I listened in silence, my breathing growing unsteady.
He knew terminating a pregnancy was harmful to the body—yet he tricked me into doing it. I'd asked him to quit smoking countless times. Every time, he said work was too stressful, that he couldn't. But for Lily, he didn't need to be asked. He just did it.
Love and indifference really are that obvious.
I suddenly remembered the early days of my pregnancy, when the fetus was unstable and the doctor recommended I stay in the hospital for observation. Terrified that this hard-won baby wouldn't make it, I called Daniel in tears.
All he said was: "Emma, the hospital scheduled me for an overseas conference. Last minute. I'll be gone a month. Just take care of yourself."
I tried to beg him: "Can't someone else go? I'm scared something will happen to the baby while you're away—"
But before I could finish, he'd already hung up.
A month later, he came back noticeably tanned. It never occurred to me then that he hadn't gone to any conference—he'd taken Lily to the Maldives.
My throat tightened. I tilted my head back, refusing to let the tears fall. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the bassinet beside the bed.
That bassinet—I'd had it custom-made by a craftsman overseas. I waited seven months for it. Carved into the railing was the nickname I'd chosen for my baby.
Lily followed my gaze and let out a dry laugh.
"Emma, I didn't actually want to use it. Daniel insisted on bringing it over."
"He said since your baby was gone, leaving it sitting there was a waste. Might as well let my baby use it. At least it wouldn't have been bought for nothing."
My mother jumped in immediately: "It's just a bassinet. What's the big deal? Just let Lily have it."
Again with "just let her have it."
My entire life, whenever Lily wanted something, I was expected to give it up. A dress, a bedroom, a spot at a good school. Now, even the bassinet I'd prepared for my own child had to be surrendered.
She had always felt entitled to everything that was mine.
When I said nothing, my father's face darkened. His voice turned sharp.
"Lily has lived with us since she was a child. She's always been sensitive, always had it harder than you. You've had so much more happiness than her—why can't you let her have one bassinet without making it a fight?"
"I truly regret having such a selfish daughter."
I tugged at the corner of my mouth. The smile was ice-cold.
"The person who's been walking on eggshells in this family—hasn't that always been me?"
The words barely left my mouth before Mark exploded.
"Emma, do you have any conscience at all? Dad was just saying something fair on Lily's behalf and you can't even handle that?"
"Do you have to tear this family apart before you're satisfied?"
Every single one of them stood on the other side. The hostility was so blatant it burned—as though I were the monster who'd barged into someone else's happiness.
In that moment, I finally understood. All these years, I had always been alone.
I looked at them and said calmly: "This family won't fall apart."
"I'll leave."
I turned and walked out.
Behind me, my father's voice barked: "Daniel, don't go after her. She has no job, no money, nowhere to go. Once she can't make it out there on her own, she'll come crawling back."
第3章
I walked out of the hospital.
The cold wind hit me head-on. My whole body felt hollow.
That's when my phone lit up.
A message from Adam, my former business partner.
"About joining the studio—want to reconsider? The team flies to Miami tomorrow. There's still time to book a ticket."
This wasn't the first time he'd reached out. Before, I'd actually been tempted.
Daniel was the one who stopped me.
He'd said: "Miami is so far away. If you go, we'd practically be separated. Emma, I can't bear to lose you. Stay. For me. Please?"
My parents pulled out the gratitude card.
"We raised you. It wasn't easy. When we get sick or need to be hospitalized, we depend on you. How could you abandon two elderly people?"
Even Mark had been patient enough to talk me out of it: "Mom and Dad are getting older. Their health isn't great. I'm too busy with work—a lot of the time, you're all they have. Just think of it as your brother asking you a favor. Don't go, okay?"
I'd softened then. And I'd just found out I was pregnant. So I let the idea go.
All these years, I'd spent everything I had on fertility treatments. I thought I was sacrificing for this family. I never imagined it would become the very thing they used to keep me trapped.
Remembering what my father had just said—"She has no job, no money. She'll come crawling back"—I opened my conversation with Adam and typed three words: "Book the ticket."
Five minutes later, Adam sent the booking confirmation.
I saved the screenshot and went home to pack.
When I pushed open the door, I noticed a pair of pink slippers on the shoe rack that weren't mine. On the living room coffee table, the yellow roses I loved had been replaced with peonies. In the bathroom, my usual body wash had been tucked away into the cabinet.
Soon enough, a text from Daniel explained everything.
"Lily will be staying at our place to recover after she's discharged. It's more convenient for taking care of her."
I didn't reply. I just turned off my phone and dragged out a large suitcase.
There was so much. Most of it was from when Daniel and I were still in love.
The matching mugs we'd made together at a ceramics studio. The couple's shirts we'd bought on a trip. The hundreds of photos from when we were head over heels for each other.
I threw the mugs and the shirts into the trash. The photos, I carried to the stove and burned them one by one.
Halfway through, Daniel's voice came from behind me.
"What are you doing?"
He saw what was in my hand, and his face changed instantly.
"You burned them all?"
I said flatly: "Too much stuff. Takes up space."
He stared at me in disbelief.
I pulled a divorce agreement from the lining of my suitcase and held it out to him.
"I've already signed. All that's left is your signature."
I thought he'd sign immediately. Instead, he barely glanced at it before tossing it into the fire.
The pages curled, blackened, and crumbled to ash.
"Who said I want to divorce you?"
A blaze of fury shot through my chest.
"What is that supposed to mean? I'm willing to let you go, and you're still dragging me along? For what?"
He didn't get angry. Instead, he softened his tone.
"Emma, we've always been happy together, haven't we? Can you really bring yourself to leave me?"
It felt like swallowing a shard of broken glass.
Happy?
His idea of happiness was built on my pain and his lies. He betrayed me, tricked me into giving up our child, and now he wanted me to stay?
第4章
Just then, a startled cry came from the living room.
"Daniel, I fell!"
Daniel rushed out immediately, lifting Lily onto the couch with painstaking care. When he turned back to me, every trace of warmth had vanished from his face.
"Why did you leave your suitcase in the middle of the living room? Lily nearly got hurt. Don't you know she just had a baby?"
Lily leaned into his arms, her voice small. "Don't blame Emma. She just lost her baby. She's angry. It's understandable if she did it on purpose."
I looked at her and felt nothing but exhaustion.
I didn't even want to explain.
But my father was already pointing at me, furious. "Even if you're angry, you don't take it out on Lily! She's still recovering. How can you be so cruel?"
Mark was more direct.
He grabbed my suitcase, threw open the front door, and hurled it into the hallway.
"Until you learn your lesson, you'll never change."
I looked at him like this—and suddenly remembered when he'd bought his first apartment and came up short on the down payment. I'd transferred him every cent I had without hesitation.
His eyes had gone red with emotion.
"Emma, if you ever need anything—anything at all—I'll be there for you."
Now he was pointing at my face, saying I needed to be taught a lesson.
My phone screen lit up.
Adam had sent the employment contract.
I signed it electronically without a word.
When I looked up, my mother was shoving a large bag of groceries into my hands.
"I bought fish and seafood. Clean them up and make something light for Lily. She needs the nutrition right now. Don't use too much oil. Don't make it too salty. And make sure the fish is tender—don't overcook it."
The plastic bag dug into my palms.
My throat tightened. I said quietly: "Mom, I'm allergic to seafood."
My mother paused, then frowned.
"You never mention it. How am I supposed to remember?"
She couldn't remember my seafood allergy. But she remembered every single one of Lily's preferences.
I carried the bag into the kitchen. While I was cutting, the blade slipped across my finger. Blood welled up instantly.
Daniel saw it and blurted out: "How did you manage that? Now how is Lily supposed to eat this?"
"Throw out everything on the cutting board. And sanitize it with boiling water."
Then, as if he'd only just remembered I was bleeding too, he pulled a bandage from the cabinet and held it out.
"Put this on. You don't want it getting infected."
I looked at the grease-stained bandage. I said nothing.
When dinner was served, Lily took one bite and immediately began retching violently.
She covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
"Emma, you put onion in this. You know I'm allergic to onion."
I looked up at her.
"I didn't."
"Enough."
Daniel's voice cut through the room like a slap.
"Everyone here knows the truth. Why are you still denying it?"
I flinched. The cut on my finger began to throb again.
The next second, Mark was already grabbing his car keys and rushing out the door. Daniel scooped Lily into his arms and followed close behind. My parents gathered up Lily's favorite snacks and a change of clothes and walked out without a single glance in my direction.
The house was finally quiet. Empty. Like it had never belonged to me.
I dragged my suitcase back in from the hallway and did a final check of my documents.
That night, I lay in bed, and my heart was as still as a lake without a single ripple.
The next morning, I got into the car I'd booked in advance and headed to the airport.
On the way, I scrolled past a birthday post Lily had shared.
A two-tier cream cake, expensive flowers, carefully arranged gifts, and handwritten cards.
From my parents: "To our most beloved daughter."
From Mark: "To my favorite sister."
From Daniel: "To the most important woman in my life."
I looked at each one. My heart was numb.
Today was my birthday too.
I used to tell myself they were just busy, that they'd simply forgotten. Now I knew. They never forgot. They just never cared.
I liked Lily's post. Then I left the family group chat.
The plane roared to life and climbed into the sky.
I watched the city grow smaller and smaller outside the window. For the first time, I didn't look back.
On the other side, Lily had just blown out her candles and was about to cut the cake.
Daniel suddenly stopped her.
"Wait. Today is Emma's birthday too. Let me call her over. You two can cut it together."
Lily wrinkled her nose, clearly reluctant, but nodded anyway.
Daniel opened the family group chat and tagged me specifically: "Last night was a misunderstanding. Lily isn't allergic—it was just a stomach bug. Take a cab over. We'll celebrate your birthdays together."
The instant the message was sent, a system notification popped up.
"This member has left the group."
