The Heir Maker's Exit

I was born destined to be fertile. The kind of woman who brings heirs into the world as if it were destiny. My womb had never failed me.

The Schuyler family had practically begged me to marry into their family. The reason was simple.

For three generations, the Schuyler family had only produced a single heir each time. Their bloodline was hanging by a thread.

The patriarch of the family, Albert Schuyler, went everywhere looking for solutions. Doctors, fortune tellers, shamans, anyone who could give him hope.

In the end, every prediction pointed to me.

After I married Jack Schuyler, my first pregnancy was twins.

The entire Schuyler family exploded with joy. Albert donated to every church and fortune teller alike, kneeling in gratitude.

Before the babies were even weaned, the Schuyler family business began to thrive. Everyone said that it was the blessing of having noble heirs.

Wedding gifts, properties, and company shares.

The Schuyler family spared nothing. They treated me like a queen, terrified that I might suffer even the slightest.

Until the day I gave birth to my third child.

Jack Schuyler's true love, Bianca Chance, barged into the delivery room, screaming at me, "You shameless tramp! You're nothing but a breeding sow! One baby after the other! Are you trying to trap Jack with your womb? You disgusting woman! Jack had said that everything you give birth to will just be burdens sooner or later!"

I pressed a hand on my wound and looked at her.

Burden?

Fine.

I would take these so-called burdens with me.

As for the Schuyler family's precious bloodline, they had to figure out how to continue it on their own.

It had only been three hours since I was wheeled out of surgery. The anesthesia had not even worn off yet.

That was when Jack Schuyler's true love, Bianca Chance, barged into my VIP maternity suite.

She grabbed the glass from the nightstand and hurled it right at my face, hitting my forehead.

Warm blood trickled down my forehead, blurring my vision.

"Thea Summers, you're nothing but a breeding sow!" Bianca yelled as she pointed at me. "You have one baby after the other! Are you just trying to trap Jack with your womb? You disgusting woman!"

I was in so much pain I could barely breathe. I clutched the sheets, my fingers digging in so hard the IV line in my hand tore, blood seeping back into the tube.

"Your children are just a burden to the Schuyler family! They're a burden!"

Bianca turned to look at the newborn Luke, the third of my children, in the crib. Luke was wrinkly and sleeping soundly.

"Small eyes and a flat nose–he looks like a pauper! How could he be an heir to the Schuyler family?"

Bianca sneered and strode over. She reached over and grabbed Luke's face, squeezing it tightly.

"Wah!" The baby's sharp cry pierced the room.

Something in me snapped as all the blood rushed up to my head.