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He Traded Our Babies for Her Artificial Womb

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After being married to Clayton Wheeler for seven years, he forced me to terminate five pregnancies. He said, "Because of you, Talia can't be a mother; she can't have kids anymore. When she's okay with you having a child, then you can have one for me." Recently, I discovered I was pregnant again, and he transferred a million dollars to me. Then he said, "Take care of it; Talia still doesn't want you to have the baby." This time, I finally became disillusioned. I went through the procedure and then left to become a foreign correspondent, covering conflicts around the globe. I doubt I'll ever return. --- As the million dollars came through, Clayton stood by, saying, "Talia can't have children now because of you. When she's ready, then you can have a baby." His eyes were devoid of compassion as he spoke. Seven years of marriage, and this was the sixth time he forced me to terminate a pregnancy. "Come on, don't be upset," he said.

He Traded Our Babies for Her Artificial Womb Chapter 1

After being married to Clayton Wheeler for seven years, he forced me to terminate five pregnancies.

He said, "Because of you, Talia can't be a mother; she can't have kids anymore. When she's okay with you having a child, then you can have one for me."

Recently, I discovered I was pregnant again, and he transferred a million dollars to me.

Then he said, "Take care of it; Talia still doesn't want you to have the baby."

This time, I finally became disillusioned.

I went through the procedure and then left to become a foreign correspondent, covering conflicts around the globe.

I doubt I'll ever return.

---

As the million dollars came through, Clayton stood by, saying, "Talia can't have children now because of you. When she's ready, then you can have a baby."

His eyes were devoid of compassion as he spoke.

Seven years of marriage, and this was the sixth time he forced me to terminate a pregnancy.

"Come on, don't be upset," he said. "I'll be more careful next time."

Clayton always dismissed it like that.

Over the years, my heart sank lower until it finally shattered at this moment.

Each time, he'd repeat the same lines, yet he'd stealthily abandon precautions halfway through.

He used to insist, "It feels better this way, more natural."

"It's okay. If you get pregnant, just keep it."

But whenever I found myself expecting, his response was, "Talia doesn't agree."

As long as Talia disapproved, I couldn't have a child.

Throughout these years, I've endured five terminations, leaving my body battered and scarred.

The doctor told me this pregnancy was a miracle, and another procedure could mean I'd never conceive again.

"Okay," I replied softly, not even bothering to argue.

Once, I naively hoped to change his mind and keep the child.

But now, I've grown numb.

Clayton seemed surprised by my lack of resistance.

"Why aren't you arguing with me this time?"

Inside, I laughed coldly. Did arguing ever work?

Over the years, I've told him countless times that I wasn't the reason Talia lost her ability to have children.

Yet he never believed me and would harshly retort, "Can you stop lying? You're just disgusting."

So now, I don't bother explaining anymore.

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