Eleven Miscarriages, One Final Cut

After her eleventh miscarriage, Clara Fulton became pregnant again. To protect the pregnancy, she lay in a hospital bed day after day, enduring injection after injection, waiting for the special drug meant to save her child.

Then she discovered the truth. Her husband of eight years, Ethan Grayson, had already given that one dose of the special drug to his newly pregnant mistress.

Clara wiped the tears from her face and made a ruthless decision, ending the pregnancy she had fought so desperately to keep.

She no longer wanted a man who wavered between women. But anyone who betrayed sincerity would have to pay a price.

She took out a phone she had never once used and dialed the only number saved on it.

"You wanted me to acknowledge you as my father, didn't you? Come pick me up in a week. I'll take your seat."

She had no idea that after she left, Ethan would kneel before every god he could think of, praying for nothing but her return.

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During her twelfth pregnancy, Clara spent a full six months confined to a hospital bed to keep the baby safe. At last, the special drug was successfully developed.

Ever since her first pregnancy, Ethan had invested heavily in a research institute to create a drug to stabilize her condition. Now, it finally showed results.

When the message from the research institute arrived, Ethan lowered his head, typing rapidly. When he looked up at Clara, his eyes were so gentle they seemed to melt into sweetness.

Clara smiled back, then lowered her head and picked up her tablet to play a game. That was when she noticed Ethan hadn't logged out of his messaging app. Messages kept pouring in.

"Mr. Grayson, only one dose of the special drug has been produced. Miss Zane is still early in her pregnancy and in good health. There's really no need to give it to her."

"Ivy has already suffered enough by staying with me. She's delicate, and it wasn't easy for her to get pregnant with my child. I can't let anything go wrong with this baby."

"But this pregnancy has been extremely difficult for Mrs. Grayson. She's on daily injections, bedridden, and constantly at risk of miscarriage…"

"She's already miscarried so many times. One more won't make a difference. By the time she gets pregnant again, the drug can be mass-produced."

Clara recognized every word. Yet together, they felt utterly unfamiliar. It was as if she had plunged into icy water. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes locked on the words "pregnant with my child."

She had stood by Ethan for over a decade. Together, they had fought through gunfire and bloodshed, rising from nothing to become the leaders of the syndicate.

No one dared humiliate them anymore.

For a child that shared both their blood, she had swallowed countless pills and endured endless injections.

Every night, Ethan held her and cried, sobbing that they should give up, that her