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620words2026-01-26 09:08

I was dying,but I was determined to bear the child of James Harper，a Manhattan elite .
I resorted to underhanded tactics to sleep with with James,my husband of three years who'd never touched me.
I succeeded on the first try.

I thought pregnancy would make him love me.
He started spending time with me,even cooking and sending me massages.
Though he'd always kiss his first love in front of me,I still believed he wavered in his hatred for me.
But when I went into labor,he chose to comfort his suicidal first love.
But there was something he didn't know.
The child was born,my mission complete,and it was time for me to leave this world.

When he learned I had late-stage cancer,the prince of Manhattan lost his mind.
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"Ms.Carter,your tumor is still operable.We recommend surgery for you as soon as possible."
The computer displayed my brain CT scan.

The dumbbell-shaped tumor on the left side of my brain would press on nerves if it grew.
But James's father gave me an ultimatum:conceive within two weeks,or he'd withdraw investment from my father's company.
Surgery meant I couldn't get pregnant.
"Doctor,I'd like to wait."
"Fine, but please be quick with whatever you’ve got to do."
Leaving the doctor's office,I went to the VIP ward.
From outside,I could see James's broad back.
He was stroking Sophia Bennett's face,his touch gentle and reverent.
In our three years of marriage,I couldn't imagine James gazing someone so tenderly.
To me,he was always cold and distant.
I didn't enter,texting him from outside:
Come home early.It's our 3rd wedding anniversary today.
Back home,I lit incense,slipped into sexy lingerie I'd bought.
Every anniversary,James would get plastered before coming home.
This year was no exception.
Late at night,it was the driver who helped James home.I threw on a coat,supporting him.
His tall frame pressed against me,nearly knocking me over.
"Sophia...is that you?"
James buried his face in my neck,inhaling deeply.
"It's me.Let's get to the bedroom first."
Tonight,I was determined to succeed,even if it meant cheating by wearing Sophia's signature perfume.
James couldn't wait before entering the bedroom.He stripped off my coat,kissing me eagerly.
The driver had left seeing this,and the housekeeper was sent away by my.
Ironically,in three years of marriage,this was our first time together.
The white sheets were stained red,I cried,blushing,as James entered me repeatedly.
"Sophia,Sophia..."
James called Sophia's name over and over.
The next morning,I woke alone—James was gone.
Supporting my sore waist,I stood,but my legs gave out,and I collapsed onto the ground.
My phone rang on the nightstand.I crawled to the bed,answering.
"Daughter,you've got to hurry and conceive a Harper child.My company depends on you."
I touched my stomach and murmured to say I know.
Raised in an orphanage,I wasn't my father's biological daughter.He had saved me from hell,so I owed him.
Hanging up,I limped downstairs,James still wasn’t anywhere in sight.
I texted him:
We were drunk last night.Sorry.
Not expecting a reply,I sat at the dining table for breakfast.
My waist ached—James,young and vigorous,hadn't held back.
Don't let it happen again.Remember our deal.
James replied unexpectedly.
Yes,we had a deal.
Once he fully inherited the Harper empire,we'd get a divorce,and I'd get a hefty settlement.
This was why,for three years,his father pressured me to conceive again and again,yet I did nothing.
But I couldn't wait anymore.A tumor was growing in my brain,and his father was pressing harder.
If I didn't conceive,I'd lose what mattered most.
I had no choice.
I had to get pregnant.
After our anniversary this year,James came home even less—only four times in a month.
I tracked my cycle,ready to climb into his bed again if I wasn't pregnant.
But before my period arrived,the hospital called.
Sophia Bennett had woken up.