My Husband's Secret Son Needs My Baby to Live - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

"Even if I wanted this child, how could anyone extract bone marrow from a newborn?"
My mind went numb as I turned to Marlon, searching for some flicker of reason in his eyes.
But he just stood there, smiling at Melanie and their son as if she hadn't just suggested something monstrous.
Maybe, deep down, he agreed with her.
"Marlon, you're trading one life for another. What if the match fails? What if I refuse to carry this child?"
His expression darkened instantly.
"There are no 'what ifs.' None of that will happen."
"I have a heart condition. Even if I were willing to risk my life giving birth, I'd rather let this child die than watch my own flesh and blood be used like spare parts."
I pointed at Isaias, my voice breaking.
"Shut up!"
Marlon slammed the water cup onto the table, shattering it, his eyes burning with fury.
Then, just as quickly, his face softened. He pulled Melanie into his arms, murmuring reassurances while she buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing silently. She shielded Isaias's ears, but the boy still stared at me, confused.
A pang of guilt hit me—I hadn't meant to scare him.
Before I could explain, Melanie erupted into fresh tears. "Marlon, this is all my fault. If only I could get pregnant again, I'd save Isaias myself. Margret has every right to hate me. I never should have fallen for you... but Isaias is innocent. If I could, I'd take his place in a heartbeat."
She sniffled dramatically. "The chicken soup wasn't some scheme—I just wanted to make sure Margret stayed healthy. She's never been pregnant before, and I know how hard it is on the body."
Her voice trembled. "I understand why you brought me here today. You wanted me to face the truth—that she won't help us. It's okay. This is just... our fate."
Her performance worked instantly. Marlon looked rattled, a side of him I'd never seen before.
He clutched her shoulders, desperate. "Melanie, listen to me. I won't let you think like that. I swear, Isaias will be fine. I love you. I love him. Remember? We're supposed to take that trip to Europe. I'll save our son—if this match fails, I'll find another way. I have the money, the power—even Death itself wouldn't dare take him from me!"
His words were a comfort to her—but a death sentence for me.
He'd forgotten. Forgotten that his wealth, his influence—everything—had come from me.
Now, he was draining me dry.
My voice turned icy. "Stop torturing each other, Marlon. Let's end this cleanly."
He acted like he hadn't heard.
After settling Melanie and Isaias in the VIP ward, he returned, his tone patronizing. "Don't say things like that in front of Melanie again. She'll blame herself."
I said nothing.
Undeterred, he continued, "Margret, I know you're angry. But throwing around the word 'divorce' only hurts us both. You know I'd never leave you."
He flashed that charming, hollow smile. "Everyone knows I owe my success to your father. And I'm grateful. But let's be real—what man in my position doesn't have a few... distractions? You'll always be my wife. That's my promise to you."
"Is that supposed to be a consolation prize?" I scoffed.
The sweet, earnest boy I'd once loved was gone. In his place stood this arrogant stranger.
Because to him, I wasn't a person—just a prop in his perfect, polished life.