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The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life Novel Cover

The scoundrel caused my miscarriage, and I made him pay with his life

In a dilapidated warehouse, my husband brutally cut open my abdomen to extract the fetus. All for the sake of obtaining bone marrow from our child to save the life of the son he had with his mistress. "Honey, I'm begging you, don't hurt the baby," I pleaded with him. "Arina, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Just a little while, and you'll be free,". Just when I was on the verge of giving up all hope, the sound of approaching help reached my ears. I felt a glimmer of joy, thinking I was finally going to escape this nightmarish hell. But then, in an instant, there was a sharp "Puff!" It was the sound of a dagger slicing through my belly. There was a deep gash in my abdomen, and blood was gushing out profusely. "Ah! My baby!" "How could you be so cruel?" I stared in disbelief at my best friend standing before me. "Arina, you have to die today..."
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Chapter 2

Now, the only thought in my mind was "escape".

However, at that moment, the bedroom door swung open.

Davi stepped out and his eyes locked onto me.

"Honey, when did you get back?" .

Seeing him approaching, I was seized by an overwhelming fear.

It felt as if my heart was about to burst out of my chest.

Cold sweat drenched my back involuntarily.

In my panic, I accidentally bumped into the phone in my pocket, and an idea flashed through my mind.

Suddenly... I pressed my hand on the Bluetooth earphone hanging from my ear and softly began to sing.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to hubby."

I sang while walking towards him, a false smile plastered on my face, .

As I reached him, I forced a smile and took out my phone.

I turned the screen towards him, showing the music - playing interface.

"Honey, what were you saying just now?" I asked.

"The music's playing through my earphones. I couldn't hear you," .

He glanced at the phone, then looked back at me, his eyes filled with suspicion, as if trying to find any cracks in my facade.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me.

I froze in terror.

But instead, he simply spun me around and took my hand, leading me towards the garden.

"Honey, you said the flight was delayed. How did you manage to get home?" he asked, his other hand snaking around my waist.

"I changed my flight to an earlier one and rushed back to celebrate your birthday tonight," I replied.

"Honey, don't you miss me?" I added, trying my best to sound normal despite the fear churning in my stomach.

I pouted, looking at him with a hint of grievance.

"Of course I miss you. I've been going crazy thinking about you. I'm just worried that you and the baby might be tired," he said softly, as he gently stroked my belly.

The moment his hand touched my stomach, a wave of revulsion surged through me.

Suppressing my nausea, I lifted his hand away and presented him with the birthday gift.

It was a luxury watch from a well - known brand, symbolizing "love for a lifetime".

Ironically, those words now seemed like a cruel joke.

He looked at the watch, the corners of his mouth curling up in a satisfied smile.

He probably thought I was still as blindly in love with him as before, completely under his control and never able to escape his grasp.

He walked over to the corner and turned on the record player.

A sweet and familiar melody filled the air.

It was the famous waltz "The Blue Danube", the very melody that had witnessed our love at first sight.

With a smile on his face, he put his arm around my waist, and we began to sway slowly to the music.

The volume of the music was turned up high.

Amidst the notes, I faintly heard the sound of a door closing.

Humph, it must be Clark sneaking away.

I pretended not to notice a thing.

The next morning, Aunt Salina called us downstairs for breakfast.

Aunt Salina was our family's nanny. She had been working for our family since I was a little girl.

Apart from my deceased parents, she was now the closest person to me. During my recent travels, I gave her a vacation.

As soon as she learned that I was back home, she rushed back from our hometown immediately.

At the dinner table, I brought up the idea of going to the company.

Davi immediately became alert.

"Honey, why do you suddenly want to go to the company? Is there something wrong?" .

"Nothing. I'm just a bit bored and don't want to stay home alone,"

"Baby, tell Daddy quickly. You're bored too and want Daddy to take you out to play, right?" I pointed to my slightly protruding belly and winked playfully.

Davi didn't respond.

I knew he was suspicious of me.

But I had to do this. The company was the life's work of my parents.

I couldn't stand by and watch it be destroyed by this despicable couple.

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