Chapter 5

When the results of my physical checkup came out, I wasn't pregnant, and my body had recovered well.

I got pregnant half a year after I married Cristian.

I still had a job at that time, and I was completely unaware that I was pregnant.

Unfortunately, there was an accident at the work site.

I tumbled to the ground and miscarried the baby.

When Cristian found out, he was furious. With red eyes, he told me how much he felt sorry for me.

A man's tears can, in fact, be a powerful weapon.

I was also very sad about the miscarriage.

But I couldn't bear to see my beloved husband consumed by worry all day long. Eventually, I relented and decided to resign.

Later, I spent nearly two years conditioning my body, and it was only in the past half year that I started thinking about having another child.

I hadn't taken any contraceptive measures during the few intimate encounters I'd had with Cristian previously.

Since I had decided to leave, I didn't want any unwanted surprise.

I was walking out with my medical report when I spotted that familiar figure not far away, the man who had claimed he was swamped at the end of the year, my husband.

He was standing in front of the obstetrics and gynecology department at this moment, looking down at the delicate woman in front of him.

When the woman spoke, her voice was hoarse with sobs, and there was a hint of humble flattery.

"Cristian, can you please let me keep it? This is our child, and I really... can't bear to give it up."

Cristian frowned, and impatience showed in his eyes.

"No. My wife hasn't even had a child yet. How can you have children first?"

"I'm begging you."

The woman tugged at his sleeve and pleaded, "This is my first child. The doctor said that my body isn't that well, either. If I have an abortion, I don't know when I'll be able to have another child."

This woman clearly knew how to use tears and vulnerability to her advantage.

"Your wife has also experienced a miscarriage. You know how painful it is and how harmful it is to a woman..."

Her words swayed Cristian a little.

She continued to press her case, "I promise I'll be good. I will never show up in front of your wife, and I won't cause you any trouble. Please, let me keep it. My mother once had my fortune read. She said that my first child will be a boy."

Seeing that Cristian was hesitant, the woman took the opportunity, "You also said before that your wife's health has been poor since the miscarriage. The doctor also said that the damage she suffered last time was severe, and it would be difficult for her to have a child in the future...

"I can be a surrogate mother for you guys!

"Cristian, you know how hard it is for a woman to give birth, right? It's like going through hell. You love her so much. How can you bear to let her go through the pain of childbirth?

"Besides, many rich people nowadays hire surrogates. Just consider me a surrogate... I am willing to do it."

The woman looked at him pitifully, "Cristian, even though you only see me as a plaything, I truly like you.

"You can consider this child hers, and I'm just giving birth to it. She can raise it later. I will never fight for it or make a fuss. Please..."

Cristian looked at her calmly and remained silent for a long, long time.

I watched him from a distance, and even my breathing rose and fell with Cristian's decision.

Finally, Cristian let out a long sigh.

"Go for the checkup first. We'll talk about it later."

I turned around expressionlessly and hid in the shadow of the corner.

Given our years of tacit understanding and mutual familiarity, I knew that Cristian had caved in.