The Child He Never Wanted From Me

After dropping the big news of my pregnancy on my husband, Maxwell Ford, who loves me to the moon and back, I expect him to burst into tears out of elation.

But I don't expect him to harbor a slightly guilty look.

"I'm sorry, Val. I'm still not ready to become a father just yet. Can we only work on having another child after a few more years?"

Although I can't bear to part with my unborn baby, I still go through a medical abortion obediently.

Three years later, I accidentally witness Maxwell holding another woman's hand as they pick up a little girl from kindergarten.

With a wide smile on his face, Maxwell picks up the girl and says, "It's your third birthday today, sweetheart! Why don't I give you the position as the only heiress to my company as your birthday gift?"

As I stare at the family of three walking away from me, I feel as though I've been plunged into an icy abyss.

It turns out that Maxwell is lying about not being ready to become a father. He just doesn't like the child that I bear…

My husband, Maxwell Ford, came home that evening.

The moment he noticed my eyes that were red and swollen from crying, he didn't even stop to change into his slippers.

He strode over, pulled me into his arms, and asked in a voice thick with concern, "What happened? Who made you upset, Val? Tell me, and I'll take care of them for you."

I had just managed to calm down, but his words set me off again. Tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably.

In our social circles, everyone knew that the CEO of Ford Group, Maxwell Ford, was a complete simp for his wife.

Shortly after we married, he replaced his entire staff of secretaries and assistants with men and called me to check in on FaceTime whenever he was out for business dinners.

When an old friend tried to set Maxwell up with other women, he mercilessly cut ties and never talked to him again. That spoke volumes about how much he loved me.

Seeing me cry, he frowned and carefully wiped my tears away. "What's wrong, Val? Could you please tell me? It hurts to see you cry this way."

I saw the concern in his eyes, my accusations hovering on the tip of my tongue. But in the end, all I did was shake my head and slowly say, "It's nothing. I just watched a tragic movie today, and it really got to me."

Maxwell visibly relaxed and adoringly tapped the tip of my tongue. "God, you scared the hell out of me!

"I'm guessing you haven't eaten yet, have you? Shall I cook dinner for you tonight?"

I gently nodded and let him carry me over to the dining table. Then, I watched as he skillfully slipped on an apron, heated the pan, and started cooking.

Still, my mind kept drifting back to