He Saved Her Child and Destroyed Ours

To save Everly Mason's daughter, Harper Mason, Aiden Stone drained blood from Anya Shaw's daughter, Isla Stone, three separate times. Three days after Isla bled to death, Anya hired people to kidnap Aiden and his precious first love, Everly. She pressed a knife against Aiden's throat, her eyes burning with pure hatred. "Aiden, one of you dies tonight. You pick. You, or her." Aiden stared at her in shock. His sharp, handsome face was filled with disbelief. "Anya, have you lost your mind?" "My heart hurts over Isla too. But Harper just got out of heart surgery. Everly and I need to get back and give her medication. Let us go." The moment Anya heard Isla's name, her eyes turned bloodshot. Her hand trembled so badly that she didn't even notice the blade slicing into Aiden's neck. "You don't deserve to say her name!" Anya screamed. "Isla was perfectly healthy, but you drained her blood again and again just to save Everly's daughter. You killed her! She wasn't even three years old yet! You say you were hurting too? The day our daughter died, you threw a damn drone light show across the city to celebrate Harper surviving surgery! What kind of father does that?" Pain and fury twisted across Anya's face. She looked completely unhinged. "If you can't choose, then both of you can die and be buried with my daughter. Don't worry, I'm not planning to live either. Two lives for two lives, sounds fair to me." Then she drove the knife straight into Aiden's chest. Warm blood splattered across Everly's face. The shock woke her instantly. "AHHH! Somebody help! She's trying to kill us!" The scream echoed through the warehouse like thunder. The people searching for Aiden immediately found the location. They burst through the doors, wrestled the knife away from Anya, and rescued Aiden and Everly. By the time Aiden finally made it out of critical condition, seven days had passed. The first thing he did after waking up was go to the psychiatric hospital and personally get Anya released. The moment he saw her, guilt flashed across his face. "Anya, Everly didn't mean to scream and alert my family. She was just scared... Are you hurt?" Anya slowly touched the bruises and burns covering her body. There were marks from electric shocks, beatings, and whip lashes layered over her skin. A cold smile tugged at her lips. "Aiden, the only thing I regret is not killing you." Aiden staggered back as if the words physically hurt him. "Anya, I know you hate me. I know you blame me. But Isla is gone now. We have to move forward. We can still have more children..." His casual tone made her whole body shake with rage. She shoved him like crazy. "Get out! I never want to see you again!" Aiden fell hard onto the floor. Blood slowly spread across his white dress shirt. He frowned in pain. "Okay. Okay, Anya, don't get upset. I'm leaving." As she watched him walk away, the tears she'd been holding back for so long finally fell. She hated Aiden. But she hated herself too. Ten years ago, Jack Stone had taken her out of a poor mountain town. He paid for her education, sent her abroad, and even hired experts to teach her etiquette, cooking, flower arrangement, everything a high society woman was supposed to know. He transformed her from a country girl into a polished socialite. Anya owed him everything. So when Jack asked her to marry Aiden to repay the family's kindness, she agreed. Not just because of gratitude. But because the first moment she laid eyes on Aiden, she fell hopelessly in love with him. To her, the marriage felt like heaven. To Aiden, it was poison. He never loved her. The only person in his heart had always been Everly. Aiden gave Anya the title of wife, but never truly treated her like one. Three years into the marriage, Aiden was drugged at a business dinner. That accident led to Isla. After their daughter was born, they slowly started looking like a real family. Holiday gifts, playful arguments, quiet dinners together. Anya truly thought she had melted his cold heart. Until Everly suddenly came back into his life, carrying a child. As Harper kept getting sick and hospitalized, Aiden slowly forgot about his own home and Isla. And in the end, for Harper's sake, he sacrificed his own daughter without hesitation. Thinking about it made Anya wipe away her tears. She turned and ran back to the villa. From the deepest drawer in her room, she pulled out a divorce agreement. The paper had yellowed with age, but Aiden's signature was still bold and elegant. Anya glanced at it once before signing her own name without hesitation. The second she put down the pen, her phone buzzed. "I thought you said your husband was the best man in the world. Guess your taste isn't all that great after all. How about divorcing him and marrying me instead?" Anya lowered her eyes to Aiden's signature one last time. The final light in her gaze disappeared completely. Her fingers moved across the screen as she replied calmly. Anya: Seven days from now. Meet me at the courthouse.