My Husband Traded Our Baby to Save His Mistress' Child

Two months before my due date, a devastating fire consumed our entire house. Ronan ensured the perpetrator was sent to prison, but the blaze left me severely injured, leading to the amputation of my right leg and complications during childbirth.

While lying in the hospital bed, I overheard Ronan speaking with the doctor.

“Mr. Peterson, your wife has already lost a leg. If you also remove her uterus, she'll be devastated. You’re just trying to use the umbilical cord blood to save Ms. Stewart’s baby; do you really have to destroy your wife in the process?”

“It doesn’t matter if she’s devastated. I’ll take care of her for the rest of her life. If she finds out this baby was only conceived to save Elia’s child, she would never agree.”

"I promised Elia I would save our child. Only when Monroe can no longer have children, erasing any threat, can Elia truly relax.”

His words struck me like a blow. So, the child I had longed for was merely an organ bank for someone else. My dream of marriage was nothing but a trap. Very well, I shall fulfill his wishes.

“Just do what I say and remove her uterus completely. You don’t need to worry about the baby's survival.”

“When she wakes up, I'll bring Elia’s baby to her, and she won't suspect a thing.”

The doctor glanced at my frail form on the bed, hesitated, and said, “Mr. Peterson, perhaps you should reconsider. Your wife’s already suffered enough and lost her chance at motherhood. If you want to save the child, I’m confident we can do it.”

“No need,” Ronan coldly dismissed him. “She doesn’t know Elia's child is being born today. I promised Elia I’d bring our child home as the rightful heir of the Peterson family.”

While he spoke, he gently wiped my fingers with a towel, his voice still tender. “Only when Monroe is out of the picture, with no threat, can Elia see my true feelings for her.”

At that, the doctor sighed, “Miss Stewart is a good person. If not for Mrs. Peterson’s interference, she could have been your wife today.”

“Take the baby while it’s still breathing. Make sure no one hears about this.”

The doctor then hurriedly left with the child.

Ronan made a quick call, “Is everything settled? Give the arsonist a couple hundred thousand, and make sure they move out of town and never show up in Monroe’s life again.”

I was still under anesthesia and couldn’t move, so Ronan was unaware that I had heard everything. Tears streamed uncontrollably from my eyes, and I trembled with helplessness.

Five years. I had been married to Ronan for five years.

Back then, the Peterson family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Ronan knelt at my family’s door, pleading for me to marry him.

He had promised me a life of leisure at home, living the life of a wealthy wife.

He had vowed that while all men might stray, he