You Tricked Me To Birth Our Deformed Baby For Her Cure, I Divorced You

Seven months into my pregnancy, I threw myself down the stairs, losing our child at a brutal cost. When I regained consciousness, I saw Kenton stride hurriedly into the private ward, barely restraining a blazing fury in his eyes. "I told you to let Mrs. Lowe handle everything! Why couldn't you stay steady for these final months!" It was the first time I had seen him so furious and distraught. So he could lose his composure for someone—but never for me, nor for our child who never made it into the world. "Kenton, did you see our baby? Was it a boy or a girl?" I met his gaze, calling him the way I had when we were children. The fetus suffered from congenital anencephaly, doomed to die upon delivery with no chance of survival. Still, Kenton had instructed the doctors to conceal the truth, falsifying every prenatal screening report to appear normal. His sole motive was to obtain the umbilical cord blood from my child, hoping it might save Serena Cross—the woman he loved. ****** At my question, Kenton visibly froze. He slipped back into the guise of a gentle husband as usual. "It was a lovely little girl. I've arranged for her to be laid to rest properly. Don't be too hard on yourself." Even now, he was still lying to me. I closed my eyes wearily, unable to bear looking at him any longer. "I'm tired." Both mother and fetus had sustained severe trauma, contaminating the umbilical cord blood. No matter how far-reaching Kenton's influence stretched, he couldn't change that. With all hope of saving his beloved woman shattered, he would have no reason to linger by my side. And I would vanish entirely from his world. Just as I expected, Kenton did not even stay to sit down before taking his leave. Before stepping out, his tone remained soft. "Rest well. Once you're discharged, I'll engage the finest physicians to nurse your health back. We will have another child soon." As CEO of Hale Medical Group, such matters were trivial for him. I buried myself under the blanket and pretended to sleep. Only after hearing the door click shut did I slowly curl my body inward. Have another child soon? For Serena, he was truly willing to sacrifice anything. Agony wracked my body, sending tremors through me, yet I shed no tears. I had exhausted them all the moment I learned the truth, the moment I resolved to lose my baby myself. My phone had barely powered on when Lynn's call came through. "My mysterious great artist, you finally picked up. I've been timing every call to match your time zone in Veyra, afraid of disturbing your married life." I spoke calmly, "There's never any married life to disturb. Lynn, I lost the baby. I want a divorce." Silence fell on the other end of the line. Her voice turned solemn instantly. "I'll book a flight back immediately and hire the best family law attorney for you." Warmth flooded my chest. "Alright. I'll wait for you." Lynn did not even demand an explanation, and I saw no need for formal pleasantries between us. We were best friends. She was now a rising art broker specializing in painting, traveling across the globe nonstop. She was also the only one who truly understood my artwork. Within merely two years, she had built the name J.vivi into a recognized presence within overseas collector circles. Lynn returned quickly. Throughout my hospital stay, she carved out time to visit me every day. Kenton never came again. He merely arranged a VIP ward, two private nurses, and six senior caregivers for me. He had always been generous with material comforts. It struck me as ridiculous that I had once mistaken such an act for love. The divorce attorney Lynn retained was exceptionally capable. She dug up comprehensive information on Kenton, including his recent movements. Word reached me that his love, Serena, had also been admitted to the hospital, and he had canceled multiple overseas inspection trips to stay by her side. I listened to these accounts while eating hearty spoonfuls of clear-simmered chicken soup Lynn had brought. Lynn watched me with relief and changed the subject. "All the paintings shipped to Veyra have sold. Per our usual arrangement, your share of the proceeds has been deposited straight into the overseas account left by your parents. I have even better news. Three prominent art dealers have reached out to me, expressing clear interest in J.vivi's work." I lifted my gaze toward her. "I don't want to reveal my identity, at least not yet." Kenton hadn't abandoned his pursuit of usable umbilical cord blood. If he discovered I possessed the means to support myself independently, my plan to leave him would become far more difficult. Lynn nodded firmly. "I understand. When hunting a cunning fox, you must strike with one lethal blow." On the weekend of my discharge, Lynn's demeanor turned awkward all of a sudden. "Let's go the other way." "No need." I looked forward calmly. My husband and another woman were waiting for the elevator. The woman wore a white dress. Her complexion carried an unhealthy pallor, yet it couldn't dim her beauty. Kenton tended to her with meticulous care; the pair looked utterly devoted to one another. I had never wronged either of them. There was no reason for me to slink away. Serena grew flustered upon catching sight of me. "Elara?" Kenton's expression remained impassive—as if abandoning his wife to care for another woman was only natural.