Chapter 3

Was my baby trying to drive me to my death again?

I forced down the rage clawing at my chest and finally threw the impossible choice back at Sean.

"You decide where to do the paternity test," I said coldly. "There are thousands of hospitals in this country. Pick any one you like."

He rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.

"Forget it," he sighed. "Let Ashley handle it. We'll watch her the whole time. Nothing can go wrong."

I hesitated. Four pairs of eyes on her—surely even she couldn't pull any tricks under that kind of scrutiny.

Ashley's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly composed herself and went through the motions, drawing our blood samples with practiced ease.

Four hours later, the paternity results arrived.

When I saw the report, relief swept through me like a tide. Whatever that twisted child inside me was trying to do, biology didn't lie. The test confirmed it—he was indeed our son.

Ashley put on a sympathetic smile.

"See? You two were worrying for nothing. I've watched your love story from the very beginning. How could a paternity test between you ever be wrong?"

But the moment her words left her lips, the baby's mocking voice rang out, "Mom really is something else. She even made Ashley give up her medical ethics just to fake a paternity test for her."

Sean's face turned red with fury. He grabbed Ashley's arm, his voice shaking.

"Ashley! Swear on your career. Tell me this report is genuine!"

Ashley bit her lip, tears welling up. She remained silent. Her pitiful expression made it look as though I had begged her to forge the report.

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but the baby's voice cut in again, "Mommy! Tell the fool to let go of Ashley's arm! If he sees the burn mark on her arm and realizes she's the one who saved him back then, your secret will be exposed! He'll know you pretended to be his savior just to marry him!"

My blood ran cold.

Pretended? That was never true.

Back then, Sean had been in a car accident and rushed to the hospital, unconscious and bleeding out. The blood type he needed wasn't in stock, and the situation was critical.

I broke hospital protocol and donated 800cc of my own blood to save him. Afterward, weak and dizzy, I accidentally knocked over a kettle of boiling water, scalding my arm and leaving a scar that would never fade.

My colleagues had teased me, saying, "With a scar that big, how will you ever get married?"

And then, half-conscious from blood loss, he had murmured, "I'll marry you."

I'd laughed it off as delirium, nothing more. But later, when he'd recovered, he recognized me by that scar, and that was how our story began.

We fell in love, married, and had a child. We'd spent sixteen wonderful years together.

I thought that bond was unshakable. That he would never doubt me because of a single whisper from an unborn child.

But before I could stop him, he seized Ashley's wrist and yanked up her sleeve.

There it was—a scar, identical to mine, in the exact same place.

His grip on her hand tightened, his voice raw.

"Where did you get this scar?"

Ashley flinched, her gaze darting toward me, a faint tremor in her voice.

"It's been over ten years. What's the point of bringing it up now?"

"I want the truth!" he shouted.

With a trembling sigh, she forced out two pitiful tears.

"Back then, I donated 800cc of blood to save a car accident victim. I accidentally burned my arm afterward. He said… he'd marry me. But I waited all these years, and he never came for me."

"Don't listen to her!" I cried, clutching his arm desperately. "She's lying. She's framing me!"

But he shook me off as though my touch burned him.

"Natalie, I never thought you'd stoop so low… impersonating my savior and stealing your best friend's life."