My Husband Chose Her Hospital Bed Over Our Unborn Child

The first time Daniel Bennett took me to the Bennett Estate, everyone was waiting for me to embarrass myself. I sat beside Daniel and quietly listened as they discussed business, stocks, and family inheritance. The terms they kept bringing up were all familiar to me. Daniel's aunt finally seemed to notice me and looked me up and down. "Daniel, how did you end up with someone like... Miss Parker? If she's going to be your wife, she needs to do more than just sit beside you at dinner." I had expected them to investigate my background, so I had prepared a fake profile in advance. Everyone in Averton knew the Parker family, the richest family in the city. On paper, though, I was just an ordinary girl who happened to share the Parker name. According to the profile, I came from an ordinary family. Both my parents had died when I was young, and I'd worked my way through school. Daniel's aunt made no attempt to hide the contempt in her eyes. I simply waited to see how Daniel would respond. The man beside me slipped an arm around me and gently took my hand. He gave me a steady look, then turned to the guests and announced, "She doesn't need to learn how to fit into the Bennett family. She only needs to be herself. I'll handle everything else." He raised our clasped hands for everyone to see, shielding me from every question they wanted to throw at me. I laughed at the awkward, apologetic looks on their faces. I wasn't the ordinary girl their investigation had uncovered. The Bennett family wasn't even in the same league as the Parker family. I had chosen to marry Daniel for one simple reason. I loved him, and he had been willing to accept the "ordinary" version of me without hesitation. I turned to look at him, unable to hold back my smile. His gaze met mine, his eyes alive with emotion. "That happy, huh? Silly girl." He brushed a finger affectionately over the bridge of my nose and said softly, "Sophie, I'll make sure you're always this happy. I promise. No matter who you are or where you come from, you're the one I love." Daniel never hid how much he adored me. After 3 years of marriage, I had grown used to that side of him. He rarely bought me expensive jewelry, but he remembered every small thing I mentioned in passing. Whenever he traveled for work, he searched old bookstores for an out-of-print picture book I'd only managed to read halfway through as a child. When he found out I was allergic to metal watchbands, he replaced all of his with leather ones. I had a sensitive stomach. Whenever the pain woke me in the middle of the night, he would get up, make soup, bring me medicine, and gently coax me to take it. "Be good. You'll feel better after you take your medicine." Daniel wasn't one for sweet talk, but every bit of his patience seemed reserved for me. Back then, I truly believed he would always stand by me. That was why I prepared a gift for our third anniversary. Inside the box were a pregnancy test report and the deed to Rivermont One, a luxury home in my name. It was one of the Parker family's most sought-after properties, and I had decided to give it to him.