The Surrogate Wife's Revenge Ends In Checkmate

At the wedding, right in the middle of the ring exchange, the massive screen in the ballroom flickered to life at once.

A high-definition video suddenly began to play. Lindsay Burton was bound to a chair, her outfit rumpled, one side of her face visibly bruised, tears pooling in her eyes in sheer desperation.

The whispers among the guests quickly swelled into audible chatter.

Judgmental glances came at her from all sides, sharp and merciless.

"Those thugs probably took their turns…"

"How can this ceremony possibly continue after this?"

Not a single person believed the thugs hadn't actually touched her.

Mockery, contempt, and public disgrace rained down on her all at once.

A dizzying sensation descended over Lindsay. Her balance faltered, and she began to fall backward.

Before she could hit the floor, a firm arm caught her, accompanied by a scent she knew all too well.

When she raised her eyes, she found herself staring into the impassive eyes of her soon-to-be husband, Tyler Hardy.

He paid no attention to the others. Without a word, he helped her regain her footing.

Turning, he drew a gun from inside his suit and pointed it upward.

The crystal chandelier trembled from the impact, shards scattering in all directions.

The entire ballroom fell into stunned silence.

Afterward, he turned back to Lindsay and extended his hand, the ring poised between his fingers.

"Marry me," he said.

Lindsay's tears spilled over instantly. Shaking, she stretched out her hand and blurted, "Yes."

Over the following three years, he treated her with unwavering gentleness.

He was aware that the incident at their wedding had left her deeply traumatized and that the emotional damage had affected her ability to become pregnant.

He never placed any pressure on her. Instead, he would simply say, "You matter most."

Still, they remained childless and she wanted more and more to bear his children as time went by.

On that particular day, Lindsay finally reached a decision. She was ready to pursue IVF.

When she went to the hotel to see Tyler and share the news, she overheard his close friend, Gerald Walsh, teasing him from inside a room with the door slightly ajar.

"Tyler, you're unbelievable. When that video came up at the wedding, everyone assumed you'd call it off. Instead, you went through with the marriage and acted so loving that Lindsay completely believed you."

Tyler's light chuckle wafted out through the crack in the door. "She did save my life once. I owed her something at least."

"But marrying her wasn't necessary. Not when she's damaged goods."

"If I married Lindsay first, it'd make things easier for Jenna when she joins the family later. My mom won't give her a hard time." Tyler spoke as casually as if he were discussing the weather. "Besides, Jenna can't have kids. Lindsay's uterus is ideal for carrying one for her. If Lindsay becomes our surrogate, that'll be the most useful thing she ever does."

A chorus of approving laughter followed,