My Husband's Secret Son Needs My Baby to Live - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Marlon, usually so composed, had a flicker of panic in his eyes.
"That's not what I meant, Margret. Of course I'll hire the best doctor for you. Didn't you used to want a child? Why can't you focus on the positive? You'll pull through, and we'll be a family—all of us together."
I stared at him, unnerved by how foreign he seemed. "Do you honestly believe we can just go back to normal after this? Maybe it's easy for you—playing house with a wife and a mistress. But what about me?"
Marlon moved toward the door, his voice dripping with sincerity. "Margret, Melanie never wanted to compete with you. You'll always be my wife—you're the one I love. But can't you be a little understanding? This baby has to stay."
He walked out, leaving two nurses stationed outside my room—guards, really—to make sure I didn't "accidentally" lose the pregnancy.
That settled it. I called my lawyer. "Mr. Cain, if he refuses, is there any way to force the divorce?"
Doyle Cain didn't hesitate. "There is. But it'll take a week."
The next day, Marlon didn't bother visiting.
Doyle had connections. By evening, he'd emailed me video proof of Marlon's affair—footage of him cozying up to Melanie in a café, her tearful joy as she kissed him after hearing about my pregnancy.
I couldn't stomach it. I shut the video off and scrolled through social media, desperate for a distraction.
Big mistake.
My mother-in-law—once kind, now a stranger—had flipped overnight. She'd posted a flood of old videos: her grandson laughing, playing, living a life I never knew existed.
It hit me like a punch to the gut. All those late nights I'd believed Marlon was working? He'd been with them.
The worst was her latest post—a tearful rant, calling me "the most heartless daughter-in-law in history," my face photoshopped onto a funeral portrait.
The comments were a bloodbath. Strangers called me a monster, a failure as a mother, a disgrace to my parents. They wished death on me for refusing to save "an innocent child."
Rage burned through me. I fired back in the comments: [He's MY son! His life or death is none of my concern!]
My mother-in-law pounced instantly: [You're inhuman! What kind of mother says that?!]
My phone exploded. Dozens of messages, each crueler than the last, accusing me of being unfit to live.
Trembling, I hurled my phone across the room and curled into a ball on the hospital bed, sobbing.
But she wasn't done. A voice message popped up, her shrill voice lashing out: "How dare you?! What did I say that wasn't true?!"
"Marlon's your family now—his children are yours too! It's your duty to save my grandson! If you hadn't pressured him into sterilization, he could've had more kids!"
"This is YOUR fault! If it weren't for you, my grandson wouldn't be sick! Why should I suffer because of you?!"
I couldn't take it anymore. Maybe it was the hormones, but the tears wouldn't stop.
The whole world had decided: if I didn't risk my life to save Marlon's secret family, I was a villain.
But who cared about me? Who cared that I'd be risking everything—at my age—for a man who'd already betrayed me?
"That's not what I meant, Margret. Of course I'll hire the best doctor for you. Didn't you used to want a child? Why can't you focus on the positive? You'll pull through, and we'll be a family—all of us together."
I stared at him, unnerved by how foreign he seemed. "Do you honestly believe we can just go back to normal after this? Maybe it's easy for you—playing house with a wife and a mistress. But what about me?"
Marlon moved toward the door, his voice dripping with sincerity. "Margret, Melanie never wanted to compete with you. You'll always be my wife—you're the one I love. But can't you be a little understanding? This baby has to stay."
He walked out, leaving two nurses stationed outside my room—guards, really—to make sure I didn't "accidentally" lose the pregnancy.
That settled it. I called my lawyer. "Mr. Cain, if he refuses, is there any way to force the divorce?"
Doyle Cain didn't hesitate. "There is. But it'll take a week."
The next day, Marlon didn't bother visiting.
Doyle had connections. By evening, he'd emailed me video proof of Marlon's affair—footage of him cozying up to Melanie in a café, her tearful joy as she kissed him after hearing about my pregnancy.
I couldn't stomach it. I shut the video off and scrolled through social media, desperate for a distraction.
Big mistake.
My mother-in-law—once kind, now a stranger—had flipped overnight. She'd posted a flood of old videos: her grandson laughing, playing, living a life I never knew existed.
It hit me like a punch to the gut. All those late nights I'd believed Marlon was working? He'd been with them.
The worst was her latest post—a tearful rant, calling me "the most heartless daughter-in-law in history," my face photoshopped onto a funeral portrait.
The comments were a bloodbath. Strangers called me a monster, a failure as a mother, a disgrace to my parents. They wished death on me for refusing to save "an innocent child."
Rage burned through me. I fired back in the comments: [He's MY son! His life or death is none of my concern!]
My mother-in-law pounced instantly: [You're inhuman! What kind of mother says that?!]
My phone exploded. Dozens of messages, each crueler than the last, accusing me of being unfit to live.
Trembling, I hurled my phone across the room and curled into a ball on the hospital bed, sobbing.
But she wasn't done. A voice message popped up, her shrill voice lashing out: "How dare you?! What did I say that wasn't true?!"
"Marlon's your family now—his children are yours too! It's your duty to save my grandson! If you hadn't pressured him into sterilization, he could've had more kids!"
"This is YOUR fault! If it weren't for you, my grandson wouldn't be sick! Why should I suffer because of you?!"
I couldn't take it anymore. Maybe it was the hormones, but the tears wouldn't stop.
The whole world had decided: if I didn't risk my life to save Marlon's secret family, I was a villain.
But who cared about me? Who cared that I'd be risking everything—at my age—for a man who'd already betrayed me?
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