My Child and I Had to Sacrifice for the Child of My Husband's Lover — Novel

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In a world where love masks betrayal, Patricia faces the ultimate test of her strength and resilience. As her pregnancy progresses, she unravels a web of deceit spun by her husband, Lorenzo, and her mother-in-law, Natalie. What began as a joyful anticipation of motherhood quickly turns into a heart-wrenching nightmare when she discovers their chilling intentions: her unborn child is nothing more than a vessel for another family's future.

As secrets unfold, Patricia finds herself caught in a dangerous game of survival, where alliances shift and trust becomes a luxury she can no longer afford. With every heartbeat of the child she carries, the stakes rise higher. Will she sacrifice everything for a chance to protect her baby, or will the weight of betrayal crush her spirit?

Desperation ignites her resolve as she navigates a world filled with hidden cameras and manipulated truths. Can Patricia outsmart the very people who should love her? As she races against time, the question remains: how far is she willing to go to reclaim her life and her child's future? In a battle of wits and wills, she must decide what it truly means to be a mother.

My Child and I Had to Sacrifice for the Child of My Husband's LoverChapter 1

In my seven months of pregnancy, my mother-in-law, Natalie, resigned from her job to come home and take care of me.

After my prenatal checkup, I took a nap. My back was aching, so I got up and went for a walk. Seeing Natalie napping on the sofa, I approached to cover her with a blanket, but overheard some words from her sleep.

“Thank God, this baby’s heart rate is normal. Our precious grandson has a chance.”

“Once our son inherits the Gonzaga Corporation, she’ll be an orphan and nothing will happen.”

I thought she was just talking nonsense, but the more I listened, the more terrified I became.

My husband, Lorenzo Wegel, worked at Gonzaga Corporation and I was an orphan. It was our first child, so how could she expect a grandson?

I picked up the phone she kept under her pillow and opened WhatsApp to find an unfamiliar family group chat.

Besides her and my husband, there was a woman named “Marcello’s Mom.”

I clicked on “Marcello’s mom’s latest WhatsApp story with the caption “Son, soon you’ll be as healthy as all the other kids.” The attached photo was my baby’s heart ultrasound.