My Ex Wants Me to Carry His Mistress's Babies, So I Faked My Death

My husband had thirty-three mistresses, and ironically, the thirty-third one loved bothering me the most. She sent me messages every other day. "Mrs. Miller, you still need to have a baby." "That's your right as his legal wife. Don't let some outsider snatch it. I'm telling you this for your own good." "He sleeps out every night. At this rate, when will you ever get pregnant?" Out of all his side chicks, Naomi West was the one most deeply in love with Sebastian Miller. She was also the one who picked fights the most, but I usually ignored her. But after Sebastian spent the night with two different women in a row again, Naomi couldn't sit still anymore. She stormed right to my house. "Mrs. Miller, how can you not be worried at all?" "You are his legal wife! Can't you control him?!" "Sleeping with different women every single day... they're going to drain him dry sooner or later!" "Acting like this, you don't deserve to be Mrs. Miller at all!" Just then, Sebastian walked through the door. He looked at Naomi, who was practically burning herself out worrying for him, and spoke with a smug, patronizing tone. "Now you know why I keep Clara as my wife, don't you?" "When it comes to being sensible, none of you can even match a single hair on her head." Hearing this, I found it laughable. I smiled faintly, checked the massive, astronomical balance in my bank account, and decided it was time for a quiet departure. The position of Mrs. Miller? Whoever wanted it could have it. Sebastian tiredly rubbed his lower back, his eyes showing the deep exhaustion of overindulgence. Without saying much, he went upstairs to rest. Naomi, however, didn't show a hint of annoyance. Instead, she looked incredibly heartbroken for him. She walked into the kitchen on her own accord. "See? Sebastian must be exhausted. I need to make him something good to eat." She acted much more like Mrs. Miller than I did, worrying about things that were none of her business. I turned around to go back to my room to rest. Suddenly, she grabbed my arm. "Clara Avery, go make some coffee for Sebastian." I really had zero desire to acknowledge her. She was just as stubborn and foolish as I used to be. Whatever. There was no reasoning with a brainless girl in love. Naomi held in her anger, her tone becoming even more preachy. "Are you blind? Can't you see Sebastian needs to nourish his body?" "He doesn't belong to me alone. How can your heart be so stone-cold?" "Do your job as his wife!" With that, she dragged me toward the kitchen. Suddenly, she gasped as if remembering something. "I knew something felt off! We're missing that rich, charcoal-grilled aroma. My family used to use a charcoal grill back home. It smelled amazing." She looked out the kitchen window, her face lighting up with joy. "Go get some charcoal and light up the grill outside." I looked at her, completely annoyed. "If you want to please him, do it yourself. Don't drag me into it." "I don't care about your messy affairs. Can't you tell I don't want to talk to you?" Naomi finally lost her temper. "I've never seen a wife like you! You don't care about your husband, you don't have children, and all you do is sit around living in luxury every day!" "No wonder your husband cheats! I actually pitied you at first, and I felt guilty about being the other woman!" "But I don't feel that way anymore. You don't deserve to be Mrs. Miller at all!" "You should step down from this position right now and let me take over!" Did she really think I wanted to be Mrs. Miller? As a fellow woman, she was just an idiot. "What's the noise about?" Sebastian's slightly displeased voice drifted down. Naomi immediately put on a gentle, aggrieved look and clung to his arm. "Sebastian, I was just thinking you've been working so hard lately. I wanted to cook a nice meal for you with Clara, but I didn't expect..." She deliberately stopped halfway, letting Sebastian know that I had refused to cook. Then, with an act of magnanimity, she pushed me toward Sebastian. "Go upstairs and keep Sebastian company while he rests. Leave the kitchen to me. I'll make something delicious for both of you." Sebastian glanced at me with an unreadable expression and said naturally, "Clara doesn't have the habit of sleeping during the day." He looked down, stroking Naomi's hair playfully. "Why don't you sleep with me instead?" Naomi's face lit up, unable to suppress her smile. My hands clenched into fists beneath my sleeves. Without waiting for my answer, he slung his arm around Naomi and headed upstairs. After a few steps, he suddenly turned back to instruct me. "Naomi loves grilled meat. Make some for her. Thanks."He really cared about Naomi. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ordered me to make such a tedious meal. I calmly watched them walk upstairs. My disappointment had long peaked; my emotions barely rippled now. My phone buzzed with a text from my best friend. "Are you sure you want to fake your death to leave? I have everything ready for you." I replied without a second thought. "Completely sure. I won't change my mind." Naomi always said I wasn't normal because I could calmly accept my husband having so many mistresses. What she didn't know was that when Sebastian cheated for the first time, I had demanded a divorce. The price I paid was him locking me up in a villa abroad for an entire year. It was only when I finally broke down and promised not to divorce him that he gradually gave me some freedom. He was a severe paranoid with a sick sense of possessiveness. He had told me more than once: for him, there was only widowhood, never divorce. The only way to leave him was to disappear quietly and let him find my "corpse." I ordered takeout and plated it on the dining table. Before leaving, I still had to play along and keep up appearances. The next day, Sebastian's mother, Julie, came over. She lectured Sebastian, saying it was fine to play around, but he needed to produce an heir immediately. She didn't know that I had developed a physical revulsion toward Sebastian. Whenever he touched me, I would suffer from breathing difficulties. Once, Sebastian didn't believe me. Furious, he tried to force me into bed, and I went into anaphylactic shock right then and there. Since then, he hadn't dared to force me. Instead, he forced me to take pills every day, hoping to cure my "illness." Sebastian's eyes darkened as he gave Julie a dismissive answer. "I got it." Naomi, quick to spot an opportunity, suggested, "I know a very famous female OB-GYN. Why don't we have her come over and check Clara?" Julie immediately demanded Naomi call the doctor to the house. After a thorough one-hour examination, the doctor came out with a grave expression. "Mrs. Miller's body is fine, but her eggs aren't viable. So..." Julie's face fell instantly. She issued an ultimatum to Sebastian and me. "The Miller family must have heirs! Figure it out yourselves!" A smug glint flashed in Naomi's eyes. I knew right away she had bribed the doctor. Her goal was to use my infertility to force Sebastian to divorce me. I actually hoped Sebastian would give in to the pressure and divorce me. It would save me the trouble of faking my death. But to my surprise, he asked the doctor, "If her eggs can't be fertilized, is her uterus still functional?" "Yes, it is." Sebastian let out a sigh of relief. He turned to me and said in a gentle but non-negotiable tone, "Then we'll use your womb to carry my and Naomi's baby. It will still be considered yours. It's better than adopting some stranger's kid." The smile on Naomi's face vanished instantly. Her attempt to replace me failed again, and her eyes looked darker than ever. My entire being recoiled, my chest feeling as though a heavy stone was crushing it. "Sebastian, why do this?" I protested. "I won't do it." He chuckled softly, caressing my cheek with a look of pure, paranoid possessiveness. "This is the best way. Be good and listen to me."I texted my best friend: "We need to execute the plan earlier. I can't wait anymore." She replied with an OK emoji. But before the next day even arrived, I was drugged in my sleep and loaded onto Sebastian's private jet, flown straight out of the country. When I regained consciousness, I was already in a private hospital abroad. In my hazy state, I heard him coaxing another mistress over the phone. "Alright, alright. Since you followed me all the way here, we'll have one of yours too." Right after he hung up, another call came in. It was yet another mistress, whining because she was jealous and wanted a baby with him too. His voice turned stern. "My children must be carried by my wife. Having you give birth to them... what would that look like?" The girl started sobbing on the other end, and his heart softened. He relented. "I'll have Clara carry one for you too. Keep nagging me, and you'll disappear from my life forever!" The woman on the other end laughed happily. Hatred surged within me like a tidal wave. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I couldn't even open my eyes. My body felt as though it was weighted down with tons of stone, drowning in deep water. But Sebastian's phone didn't stop ringing. He coaxed two more mistresses in a row. When the doctor walked in, Sebastian instructed, "I want my wife to carry quintuplets. Can you arrange that?" The doctor replied cautiously, "Medically speaking, there are cases of quintuplets. However, it will be extremely taxing for the mother, and the risk factor is much higher than a single pregnancy." Sebastian didn't flinch. He simply told the doctor, "Just get it done. Do it well, and there's a ten-million-dollar bonus in it for you." When I finally opened my eyes, Naomi was sitting by my bed, holding a mug of steaming, dark liquid. Since she hadn't managed to secure her place as his wife, she was taking all her anger out on me while Sebastian was away. "I thought that even if Sebastian bounced from woman to woman, you still held some special place in his heart. I didn't expect him to treat you as nothing more than a breeding machine." "Clara, look at how pathetic you are. You can't even have your own kids, yet you have to carry babies for his mistresses." "He's making you carry five this time. How many will it be next time?!" "I really didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned. Even after all this, you're still clinging to the title of Mrs. Miller." I was too weak to even muster up the energy to be angry. "Even if I step down, do you really think you can take my place? You think too highly of yourself." Footsteps approached from outside. Naomi's face changed faster than a turning page. Instantly putting on the act of a caring, sweet sister, she held the mug to my lips. "Clara, I made this drink specifically for you. I spent eight hours brewing it." A foul, pungent smell hit my nose. I turned my head away. Before I could say a word, she suddenly threw the mug to the side and threw herself onto the floor. When Sebastian walked in, it looked exactly as if I had pushed her down. Sebastian's face darkened instantly. As he helped Naomi up, he barked at me, "Clara! Are you throwing your usual jealous tantrums again?!" He was referring to my past fights over his affairs. Every corner of my body was consumed by raw hatred. Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I spat back, "Yes! If you have the balls, kill me!" He froze, clearly taken aback by how defiant and fierce I looked. Naomi played the peacemaker, coaxing Sebastian gently. "Sebastian, don't blame Clara. She just can't accept carrying our babies right now, so..."She deliberately trailed off, then added a seemingly reluctant confession. "She also said... she would bribe the doctor to swap your sperm with someone else's. Even a homeless man's would do." Naomi paused, squeezing out fake tears, looking as though she was betraying a secret only because she cared about my well-being. "Clara, I'm really not a snitch. I was just so afraid you'd actually do something stupid, that's why..." Sebastian's face turned cold as ice. Fire blazed in his dark eyes as he stormed over and grabbed me by the throat. His voice dripped with absolute fury. "I've spoiled you too much. That's why you dare to be this reckless!" I stared at him with pure despair. "If you have the balls, choke me to death!" The grip on my neck tightened, veins bulging on his hand. Naomi stood by, watching with sadistic glee, practically begging for Sebastian to snap my neck. But in the end, Sebastian let go. His eyes were red, looking completely helpless against me. "You're the only one who dares to treat me like this!" He immediately turned to the doctor. "Perform the procedure now!" I screamed, cursing him like the animal he was, but due to the drugs, I didn't even have the strength to roll out of bed. The doctor quickly injected me with an anesthetic. However, my body was highly resistant to anesthesia. It only worked halfway, leaving my mind completely conscious. I could feel myself being wheeled into the operating room, lying on the cold table like a fish waiting to be gutted. Suddenly, the doctor's tone turned serious as he spoke to Sebastian outside. "Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller's physical condition is quite weak. We highly recommend selective reduction. We've observed that Embryo Number One might cause a miscarriage during development." "Therefore, we suggest removing Embryo Number One." Embryo Number One belonged to Naomi. She panicked but tried to remain calm. "Clara's health has always been great. There shouldn't be any issues, right?" She clung to Sebastian's arm, whining. "Sebastian, I've always wanted twins. I have another frozen egg. Why don't we add one more?" "Six babies. Six is a lucky number. It represents smooth sailing. Please, just give Clara and me a set of twins." Unable to resist Naomi's coaxing, Sebastian ordered the doctor, "Add one more. Clara isn't that weak. She'll be fine." "Naomi is right. Six babies. A lucky number! It's a good omen!" The doctor looked extremely worried and warned again, "Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller is very thin. I'm afraid her body cannot carry six fetuses. She could lose her..." Before the doctor could finish saying "lose her life," Sebastian cut him off impatiently. "I'll make sure she eats more and gains weight!" His mind was made up. The doctor had no choice but to comply. When I woke up, the IVF procedure for the six embryos was already complete. Sebastian hired dozens of maids to watch over me, treating me like some national treasure. He kept kissing my forehead in delight, unable to wipe the grin off his face. "Honey, we have six babies now. Soon, you'll be the mother of six beautiful children." I forced a faint smile and took the opportunity to make a request. "I want to stay at the beach house. I want to breathe some fresh air and look at the ocean. Can I?" He was so high on joy that he agreed without a second thought. As I wished, I was moved to the beach villa. That evening, while he was taking a shower and Naomi was pestering him for sex, I walked out of the villa and headed straight into the deep ocean. The cold water quickly engulfed me. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, professional divers from my best friend's private mini-submarine swam toward me. Go to hell with your lucky number six, Sebastian. We are never seeing each other again. An hour later, Sebastian went to look for me to start the prenatal music session, only to find my room empty. The maids searched everywhere but couldn't find me. Panicking, he immediately pulled up the security cameras. On the screen, he watched me walk into the ocean, step by step, with absolute resolve.