When Love Costs a Womb
I was diagnosed with stomach cancer and needed a total gastrectomy.
My husband, who was hailed as a rising star in the medical field, personally performed the surgery on me.
However, after the operation, my health only worsened.
He told me that the cancer had spread too quickly, and there was no hope left.
It was not until I accidentally came across a hidden medical report and a massive insurance policy that I learned the truth—I never had stomach cancer.
Not only had he removed my stomach, but he had also taken my uterus.
Desperate, I confronted him, asking why he did that to me.
He held his mistress in his arms, looking at me with disgust as he said, "If your father weren't the director, do you think I would've married you? You're not even worthy of being in the same room as Mabel. After one more surgery to remove your stomach, I'll be promoted to chief physician.
"Didn't you claim to love me so much? I'm just using your body to help me and Mabel get ahead... I'm doing you a favor."
Then, he and his mistress threw me off the building, making it look like a suicide.
When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day of my stomach surgery.
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