When Love Turns the Knife

After I refused to donate my uterus to my older sister, Madeline Holloway, my childhood sweetheart grew to hate me. He plotted to send me into the bed of the top heir of Highcrest's elite circle.

The heir's desires were intense, but he despised women who threw themselves at him.

Everyone waited to see my downfall. Instead, he spoiled me beyond measure.

Three years into our marriage, he loved getting his hands on me whenever he could—the balcony, the kitchen, the car, even at glamorous banquets.

I could barely step into the restroom before he'd follow, pinning me against the sink.

We never used contraception. Alas, I never got pregnant.

It wasn't until the day I went to the hospital, thinking I might be expecting, that I overheard his conversation with the doctor.

"Winston, you had me secretly transplant Madison's uterus into her sister three years ago. Now you want me to lie and tell her she's infertile? How can you be so cruel to a woman who loves you?"

"I had no choice. Madeline's marriage will be on the rocks if she can't bear children. Madison's uterus was the only match."

The familiar male voice sounded so icy and unrecognizable just then. That was when I realized the love and salvation I trusted without question were nothing but another lie.

If that was the case… it was time for me to make my exit.

A Marriage Built on a Lie

At the far end of the hospital corridor, the doctor who had just coldly pronounced my infertility continued, his expression conflicted, "Madison still thinks she's pregnant. In truth, it's just an adverse reaction to the hormone-regulating medication I prescribed.

"That's what's causing her constant vomiting."

Winston Holt frowned slightly. "In that case, switch her to something with the mildest side effects. I don't want anything to happen to her health. Madeline may still need her in the future."

"Aren't you afraid she'll hate you if she learns the truth?" the doctor asked, his voice tinged with pity. "She's always wanted to give you a child. She has no idea she'll never be a mother in this lifetime."

"Madison can hate me if she wants. I can't stand watching Madeline suffer," Winston said impatiently. "As for what she thinks? She’s already Mrs. Holt. Isn't that enough?"

…

I stood frozen at the corner, my body trembling uncontrollably.

So… that was how he saw it. My status as Mrs. Holt was enough of a compensation.

Everything I had now was never given out of love. It was bought with my womb.

My strength drained away in an instant, and I collapsed heavily to the floor.

I hit the ground in utter disgrace, pain ripping through my body as if my organs had shifted. I couldn't even summon the strength to stand.

Winston caught sight of me and strode over, pulling me up. His deep, dark eyes fell on my face. "Why are you on the ground? When did you get here?"