Ten Lost Babies The Billionaire Husband's Ultimate Regret

Noah and I had been married for ten years, but we still didn't have a child. Every time I got pregnant, I would lose the baby in some freak accident. Right after my tenth D&C procedure, I was scrolling through TikTok and saw a viral street interview. The host was asking couples: "What is the most meaningful thing your partner has ever done for you?" Noah's childhood friend, Chloe Gray, smiled sweetly at the camera. "I’ve always had a severe phobia of pregnancy. To help me overcome my fear, my husband purposely made his enemy’s daughter miscarry ten times." "She thought it was her own fault every single time. She even developed severe depression and went completely crazy." "Thanks to her data, my fear of childbirth is completely gone now." The host couldn't help but ask, "That’s insane. She really never found out?" It was my husband who answered. "It is an honor for the daughter of a murderer to serve as Chloe's research subject." On his hand, he was still wearing the cute teddy bear band-aid I had hand-drawn for him this morning. Right now, he was holding another woman in his arms. I couldn't watch any further. My vision blurred with tears. It turned out that all his comforting words after every miscarriage were a lie. In his eyes, I was nothing but trash. Taking a few deep breaths, I dialed a number. "What we talked about earlier... I agree to it." After I hung up, my tears kept falling. I dumped all the hand-drawn teddy bear band-aids I had made for Noah straight into the trash. He didn't need them anymore anyway. Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the room. Noah Black was already standing at the door. "What are you throwing a tantrum for now?" "You just had a miscarriage. Why aren't you resting in bed? When is your body ever going to heal?" Looking at his handsome, cold face, a wave of nausea hit me. "Heal my body? So I can be the lab rat for your eleventh miscarriage experiment?" I didn't expect that everything I did would just look like "throwing a tantrum" to him. Thinking of the babies I had lost, I couldn't control myself anymore. I grabbed the heavy aromatherapy glass on the table and threw it right at his face. "You never sent Chloe Gray away!" "My ten miscarriages... you planned every single one of them for her, didn't you?!" Seeing my pale, ghostly face, Noah dodged the flying glass. He frowned slightly and remained silent for a few seconds. "Yes," he said. He took off his glasses and wiped them slowly. "Chloe has a severe phobia of childbirth. I had to make her feel safe." "Your pain, your depression level, and your recovery cycle after every miscarriage helped desensitize her." "I’m already married to you. What else do you want? They were just a few undeveloped fetuses." I could barely stand. Just because Chloe was afraid of childbirth, I had to lose eleven babies to cure her! I looked at the face I had loved so deeply for years. He felt like a complete stranger now. "So, what am I to you?" "Just a lab rat?" "This is murder!" I grabbed my phone to call the police. Noah snatched the phone from my hand instantly. "You have no evidence." "You have a history of severe clinical depression and have been taking psychiatric medication for a long time." "And I am your primary psychiatrist." "Do you really think anyone will believe a crazy woman?" With every word he spoke, my heart sank deeper into the abyss. He had blocked every single exit for me. I remembered after my third miscarriage, when I was crying and screaming in despair, he started telling me I was depressed. He made me sign those medical consent forms. He made me do psychological evaluations over and over again. It turned out he was just setting up a trap to label me as mentally ill. I recalled how he used to hold my hand so gently and say: "Evelyn, it's okay to be sick. I will always be here with you." All that gentle companionship was just for today. All those moments I thought he loved me were just to prove I was a lunatic when I finally woke up to the truth. The last speck of love in my heart died completely. Noah, I don't want you anymore. I lunged forward to grab my phone back. But the movement tore the wound in my abdomen from the D&C surgery. The sharp pain made me collapse to the floor. He reached out to catch me out of habit, but quickly let go. He looked down at me coldly. "Evelyn White, you look pathetic right now." "You used to be the sensible one. You should know you never deserved any of this." "Your father was a murderer. You should know some debts can never be repaid." My heart ached. So, he had always believed I owed him. He believed my father had killed his father on the operating table. He treated me as his enemy's daughter, using my babies to pay for my father's "debt." But he forgot. My father was killed by Noah's enemies because he was trying to save Noah. When Noah was eight, his family was ruined, and his enemies wanted to wipe him out. He was covered in blood, almost freezing to death in the snow. I was the one who took him in and nursed him back to life. Back then, my father had just died in a tragic accident. Rumors were spreading that he had committed suicide out of guilt after killing a patient. My mother died of grief after failing to clear his name. I barely survived on our tiny savings. We were so poor we couldn't even afford band-aids. I would cut up my softest old clothes to wrap his wounds. I would draw a little teddy bear on the cloth and whisper to him: "Don't be afraid. The little bear will protect you, and I'll always be with you." Since then, we relied on each other. We shivered under a single blanket and shared a single piece of bread. When bullies mocked me for not having a father, he stood in front of me, getting beaten black and blue but refusing to step back. I could only cry while wrapping him in my teddy bear bandages. He held my hand and promised he would take care of me forever. That little bear became our lifelong token. We grew up in hardship. After the SATs, I gave up my own college dreams to fund his studies abroad. I worked during the day and did freelance illustrations at night. Holding the plane ticket I bought with three months of my hard-earned savings, he cried and hugged me. "Evelyn, you are my life!" "When I come back, I will marry you in the grandest wedding!" For that promise, I waited five years. He did return as a world-class surgeon. I thought our suffering was finally over. But he brought back another woman.I went to the airport holding our childhood teddy bear, but Noah pushed me away in disgust. The teddy bear fell to the dirty floor. "Evelyn White, the person your father killed was my dad!" "If Chloe hadn't told me, how long were you going to keep this from me?" "You are the daughter of a murderer. We are over!" I couldn't accept it. I couldn't believe the man who loved me so much was suddenly gone. I chased him, trying to explain that my father was innocent, but he ignored me. He just put his arm around Chloe and walked away. I fell down the escalator, covered in blood, while Chloe looked back at me with a smirk. When I got home, I dug out our childhood teddy bear bandage, hoping it would jog his memory. But he threw it into the trash can without a second thought. "What is this trash? Don't bring dirty things near me." Still, I didn't give up. I waited outside his apartment for three days and three nights without food or water, crying until I fainted. He didn't care. It was only when I stood on the edge of the rooftop, threatening to jump, that he finally gave in. He agreed to marry me. To reassure me, he even cut ties with Chloe. For ten years, to keep this marriage alive, I got pregnant and miscarried over and over again. I always thought I was the one who wasn't doing well enough. I never knew it was a ten-year experiment he ran with my eleven babies just for Chloe. Suddenly, Noah’s phone lit up. The caller ID showed: Chloe. His cold face softened immediately. He didn't even try to hide the call from me. Chloe's soft, tearful voice came through the speaker. "Noah... did Evelyn see the video?" "Will she hate me? I really didn't mean to say those things. I was just so happy that my phobia is finally gone..." I stood there, feeling completely numb. The voice on the other end paused, then added, "She just had her D&C surgery and can never get pregnant again. If you guys fight because of me, I will be so sad." Noah replied warmly, "Don't overthink it." I clenched my teeth. She destroyed my life and killed my eleven babies, yet she said she was "so happy." "So what if she saw it? They were just a few pieces of flesh. They're gone." "As long as it cured your fear of childbirth, she deserved to go through it ten more times." Noah glanced at me, then spoke into the phone gently: "Don't worry, I'm here." "I won't let her hurt you." I suddenly burst out laughing. I was a woman who had just lost twins, barely able to stand. Yet in his eyes, I was a monster who would hurt Chloe. A sharp, stabbing pain hit my abdomen, and hot blood stained the floor instantly. Noah’s fingers twitched, and he took half a step toward me. But when he saw my red, angry eyes, his face turned back to disgust, and he stepped back. "Evelyn White, when are you going to stop this act?" "You purposely tore your wound to make a bloody mess. Do you think this cheap trick will make me feel sorry for you?" How did I not realize earlier that he had stopped loving me a long time ago? The scene in front of me made me flash back to a cold winter years ago. Noah's enemies had cornered him. In that life-or-death moment, I wore his jacket to draw the killers away and took a knife to the stomach for him. Back then, Noah’s eyes were bloodshot as he ran through the snow, carrying me on his back. That proud boy knelt and begged the doctors to save me, saying he would exchange his own life for mine. Now, I was bleeding out on the floor, and his eyes held nothing but annoyance. Just as I was about to speak, a sharp scream came from the phone: "Ah! Noah! Blood! I'm so scared! I'm hallucinating again... help me..." Noah immediately comforted her. "Chloe, don't be scared. Close your eyes. I'm coming right now." When he looked back at me, his eyes were freezing cold. "Stop faking it. If you have a problem, call a doctor yourself." He threw my phone into the pool of blood, turned around, and walked out without looking back. The moment the front door slammed shut, my phone buzzed with an anonymous text: “Tonight is Noah Black’s 35th birthday party on his yacht. If you want to know the truth about what happened back then, meet me on the top deck.”Shivering, I pulled my cracked phone out of the pool of blood and called 911. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The doctor told me the tissue wasn't fully cleared, and I had to undergo a second emergency D&C surgery. I would never be able to have children again. The TV in the ward was playing a celebrity news segment: Seattle's top surgeon, Noah Black, has rented a luxury cruise ship for his 35th birthday party. The camera panned to a massive screen on the ship showing intimate photos of Noah and Chloe. Below it, a huge caption read: “Congratulations to Chloe for overcoming her ten-year pregnancy phobia and starting her new life!” I bit my lip until it bled. Since I had no family members with me, I had to sign the surgery consent form myself. After the surgery, the pain was suffocating. I lay on the cold operating table alone. The man who once promised to take care of me forever was celebrating with another woman. My heart felt empty. Maybe I had been forcing this relationship from the very beginning. The doctor told me to stay in bed, warning me that leaving now could be life-threatening. But to find out the truth and to end this relationship once and for all, I dragged my broken body out of the hospital. As night fell, I followed the text message instructions and brought the signed divorce papers to the luxury yacht. The yacht was sparkling, filled with high society elites. In the center of the crowd, Noah was holding Chloe's hand, accepting everyone's congratulations. They smiled at each other and cut a massive, seven-tier custom cake. As his legal wife, I could only stand in the dark corner while they received blessings. How pathetic. I remembered his 19th birthday when we couldn't even pay our heating bill. I stayed up for three nights straight drawing designs to buy him a tiny strawberry cake. Noah had hugged me tightly back then, his eyes red. "Evelyn, when I make it, I will buy you the biggest cake every day. Everything I own is yours." Now that he had everything, he looked at me with pure disgust, and the woman beside him was someone else. As I walked into the ballroom, whispers and sneers erupted around me. "Look, isn't that the crazy stalker dog? Is she here to beg again?" "The daughter of a murderer really has no pride!" Chloe looked down at me with a smirk. When she saw the blood on my clothes, she shrank into Noah's arms and screamed, "Noah! There's blood on her... I'm scared!" Noah immediately blocked her behind him, comforting her gently. When he turned to look at my pale, ghostly face, the smile on his face turned to ice. He marched over and grabbed my wrist so hard that my bones popped. "Who let you in? You played dead during the day, and now you're here to ruin Chloe's night?" "It's just a child. When are you going to stop this?" I realized then that everything I did was just a joke to him. I shook his hand off with all my strength. I smiled coldly, pulled the signed divorce papers out of my bag, and threw them right at his face. "Noah Black, let's get a divorce."Maybe because he didn't see the hysterical reaction he expected, or maybe because my attitude was too cold, Noah froze. But he quickly sneered. "Divorce? Evelyn White, aren't you tired of playing hard to get?" "Your father owes me a life. Without my permission, you will die as a member of the Black family!" "Besides, you were the one who crawled to me in the first place." He flicked his lighter and burned the divorce papers to ashes. "Remember, I am the only one who decides when this ends!" "Take her to the top deck. Nobody let her down without my order." My body froze. I looked at Noah in disbelief. The top deck?! Could it be... was he the one who texted me? But he didn't look like he knew about the text. I was dragged to the top deck by the security guards. The early winter wind mixed with sea spray cut through my bones. Downstairs, the party was loud with classical music and laughter. I had just finished my second D&C surgery. Under the freezing cold, my body curled up on the deck, shivering violently in pain. Time dragged on in agony. Around midnight, footsteps finally sounded from the stairs. The person who promised to tell me the truth was here. When I saw her face, my heart stopped. Chloe Gray! "It's you!" Chloe sneered at me. "Yes, I was the one who lured you here." "Even after what I said, Noah's hands were shaking when he burned those divorce papers." "I can't keep you around anymore. If you stay alive, you will eventually expose everything." Expose everything? I stared at her, my voice trembling. "Tell me... what is the truth? Who killed my father?!" "Why did you frame my family?!" Chloe leaned close to my ear and whispered maliciously, "It doesn't matter if you know now." "The one who killed Noah's father on the operating table was my dad." "Your innocent doctor dad was just a scapegoat for the Gray family!" "And your mother, who kept trying to clear his name? My family took care of her too." My eyes widened. My father was innocent. My family was clean. We were just sacrificial lambs for the Gray family. "Why? What did we do to you?! What did my babies do?!" Chloe laughed like a maniac. "I never had a pregnancy phobia." "Before Noah's father died, he put his $2 billion fortune into a family trust fund. The clause said Noah could only unlock the money once he had his first legitimate child!" "Noah was only eight back then and knew nothing about it. That's why we didn't kill you both back then." "My family did all of this for that money. How could I let a piece of trash like you get your hands on it?!" My eyes turned bloodshot. The images of my parents' deaths and my eleven lost babies flashed through my mind. I lunged at Chloe like a madwoman, grabbing her throat and slapping her across the face. "Give me back my babies! Give me back my parents!" "I'll kill you!" Chloe suddenly stopped laughing and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Evelyn! No! Please spare me!" Despite her terrified face, she pulled out a steak knife and stabbed it deep into my abdomen, then kicked over a can of kerosene she had prepared. Noah burst through the door onto the deck. The fire erupted instantly, and the deck started to collapse. A massive mechanical hook swung out of control, rushing toward us. With the knife still in my stomach, I was thrown over the railing by the impact. My chest hurt, and I was suspended over the dark, freezing ocean. I used the last bit of my strength to scream, "Noah... save me... she is the one who killed your father..." "She will kill you too." Chloe collapsed near the edge of the deck, screaming hysterically, "Noah, save me! She wants to kill me! I'm so scared!" Noah rushed over, his face filled with disgust as he looked at me. "Evelyn White, you are such a vile woman. You can even make up a lie like that?" "Stay there and think about what you did. Treat it as paying back your father's debt!" He picked up the screaming Chloe without hesitation and ran out of the fire without looking back. My heart died completely. Even when I told him the truth, he didn't care. With a loud crash, the burning deck collapsed. I fell like a broken doll straight into the freezing, dark ocean. Before the dark waves swallowed me, I thought I heard Noah's frantic scream: "No—!"