My Husband Gave My Children to Another Woman

After her fifth stillbirth, Jane Paxton didn't cry or make a fuss. Her husband, Owen Wright, rushed back from abroad, claiming he wanted to spend more time with her. Jane used to beg him to stay, but this time, she didn't say a word to stop him. She simply packed his bags quietly and said in a flat tone, "Go. Your mother's condition is more important. I'll be fine." Owen took the suitcase, his eyes turning slightly red, his voice thick with guilt. "I'm sorry. Every time something this huge happens to you, I'm never by your side. Don't worry. Once Mom gets better, we'll make it work. We'll have more children." Jane gave a self-mocking smile but remained silent. Five years ago, he'd made the same promises. She had believed him then, only to be rewarded with five stillbirths in five years. As Owen opened his mouth to speak again, a phone call made his expression change. He hurriedly hailed a taxi and left the house. Jane caught another cab and followed. Watching the scenery flash by, she recalled all their moments together. Back then, he'd driven ten hours to bring her fever medicine. When they were caught kissing in the library, he'd shielded her and proclaimed her his girlfriend. On her twentieth birthday, he'd taken her to get their marriage license, happily spinning her around in his arms. They'd been so deeply in love. But three years into their marriage, Owen's mother suddenly became critically ill, and he took her abroad for treatment. He had been gone for five years, leaving her alone. However, Jane never complained until that day, when she tried transferring all her savings to Owen's mother. The system showed an "unusual account activity" alert. The bank teller looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, but this account holder is deceased. It's been frozen." She froze. "When did she die?" Her voice shook. "Five years ago." Five years ago, she'd watched Owen take his mother abroad for treatment. Jane refused to believe it. As she reached for her phone to call Owen, passing by the hospital department, she overheard her delivery doctors talking. "Oh, Mrs. Wright is really such a pitiful woman. Pregnant five times, and every single time the baby was born alive, perfectly healthy. I wonder what's really going on between her and Mr. Wright?" Another quickly interrupted, making a shushing motion. "We'd better follow Mr. Wright's orders. Don't you know? He's involved with Ms. Cooper and brings her in for monthly checkups." At that moment, Jane felt her heart being ripped apart. She had to see for herself—the woman who'd let Owen deceive her for five years. Her car followed his to the city's grandest estate. Owen's vehicle disappeared into the underground garage. Through the glass, Jane saw five children inside—the youngest cradled in someone's arms, the eldest exactly five years old. One glance was all she needed. They were her children. Her babies were alive! Tears streaming down her face, Jane rushed inside frantically, arms outstretched. "My babies! Mommy's here!"