Pleasured by my Ex-Husband’s Uncle

MELANIE

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“I’m afraid you might not be able to give birth again, but—”

My heart stopped for a second at the doctor’s words. I blinked repeatedly, trying to keep the tears at bay.

It wasn’t my first miscarriage, and it didn’t hurt any less each time, but the possibility that I might never be able to bring a baby into this world again was something completely different.

“You’re free to go home now.”

As soon as the doctor left, I pulled out my phone to call my husband, Patrick. He hadn’t been at home when I... when the baby... I didn’t even want to think about it.

He didn’t answer the first time, but after calling him again, he picked up on the third ring. “What?”

“I—” I gulped, taken aback by his cold tone. “C-can you come pick me up? I’m in the hospital.”

“You were fine this morning. How did you suddenly end up in the hospital?”

His suspicious tone instantly ignited my anger. “Are you coming or not?”

“I’m busy. Call the driver.”

I pressed the end-call button without hesitation. The discharge process took about forty minutes. I signed document after document without reading a single word.

By the time I stepped into the hospital lobby, my legs already felt weak. The stitches pulled painfully, forcing me to slow down.

I stopped beside one of the pillars to catch my breath when a familiar voice echoed across the hall.

Following the sound, I slowly turned my head and saw a scene that made my blood run cold.

It was Seth, Vivian’s son.

He was sitting on a hospital bed with a small injury on his arm, while Patrick sat beside him, gently holding his hand and comforting him. Vivian stood nearby, her face filled with worry, as Patrick softly reassured her.

For a moment, everything around me seemed to disappear.

So, while I was undergoing a miscarriage procedure, he had been in the same hospital all along.

But he was accompanying his stepsister and her child.

My hands trembled as I took out my phone and tapped Patrick’s contact, never taking my eyes off him.

As the call connected, he reached into his pocket, but without hesitation, he pressed the red button with an annoyed expression and put his phone back into his pocket.

Something inside me shattered.

I turned around and walked away. Each step back to my room felt heavier than the last, but by the time I reached it, I had wiped every trace of my tears away.

The nurse was already waiting for me there. “I was beginning to get worried,” she said with a pleasant smile. “Here are your discharge papers. Is any family member coming to pick you up?”

I chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “My husband is busy taking care of his stepsister.”

The nurse looked confused, but she didn’t ask any further questions.

Then I flagged down a cab and went home.

The house was empty when I arrived.

Of course.

I went straight to what was supposed to be the nursery.

The moment I found out I was pregnant, I had excitedly arranged the room in a gender-neutral style, filling it with toys suitable for both boys and girls.

But now, most of those toys had been replaced by Seth’s belongings, and his things were slowly being moved into the room.

Patrick never said anything about it. He always let Vivian and her child have their way.

The sound of the front door opening caught my attention, and I went downstairs to see them arriving, laughing about something I didn’t understand.

I couldn’t stop the bitter scoff that escaped my lips. “What a perfect family.”

They looked up at the sound. Patrick’s eyes narrowed immediately.

“Mel, you’re home,” Vivian said.

“Where else would I be?”

Patrick, who was carrying Seth, gently placed him on the floor. The little boy quickly disappeared into his room.

“Why are you being rude? Viv just had a long day.”

She had a long day? Did he even know what I had gone through today?

“I’m sure she did.”

“You’re clearly in a bad mood, and I’m not dealing with this.” He dismissed me easily. “Have you prepared the gift for the banquet?”

My lips parted, but no words came out. Instead of asking why my face was so pale, asking why I looked so sickly, all he cared about was his mother’s stupid banquet.

“I’m not going,” I said calmly and turned away. “Vivian can prepare the gift.”

He reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me. “What the hell does that mean? You have to go. Aren’t you my wife?”

“I don’t know, Patrick. You tell me.” I turned around and looked directly at him. “Who exactly is your wife? Me? Or Vivian?”

“Melanie!”

Vivian chose that moment to step in. She placed a hand on Patrick’s arm. “No need to raise your voice, Pat. Melanie is probably just tired. I don’t want you two to argue because of me. I can take care of the gift.”

“No.” He moved his arm away from her hold. “I want to know why she makes everything into such a big deal. Is it because I didn’t pick you up earlier? I told you I was busy.”

It wasn’t the first time he had been busy because of Vivian’s problems.

Ever since he brought her into our home because “it was difficult for a single mother,” he had given her all his time and attention while I had two more people to take care of.

It was exhausting, especially because Vivian always seemed to have one problem after fucking another.

“He was really busy, Melanie. He wasn’t lying about that. There’s no reason to be angry.”

“Shut up, Vivian. I wasn’t talking to you.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I was tired of her pretending to be innocent, as if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.

Vivian gasped as if I had slapped her. Then, as usual, she lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have interfered.”

“Why are you taking your anger out on Vivian?” Patrick asked coldly. “She was only trying to stop this family from having another argument. You should learn to be as gentle and considerate as she is.”

But he was the one who once said he loved my lively and straightforward personality the most.

I looked at him in disappointment.

He continued, “And here I thought you could learn from Vivian how to be a good mother.”

A sharp pain still pierced through my heart, and my hand instinctively moved to my now-empty stomach.

“Is this how you plan to raise our child? When you’re immature yourself?”

I took a deep breath, unable to believe those words had come from my husband’s mouth. Our child? The same child I lost today while he was nowhere to be found?

He knew there was a possibility that I could lose the baby, yet he never checked on me after I took bitter medicine every morning and night just to make sure our child stayed healthy.

The doctor’s words, reminding me that I might never be able to have children again, echoed in my mind.

I stared at the man I had loved for five years, and something inside me finally broke.

“No need,” I said bitterly. “The child will never be born.”

Patrick glared at me. “What the hell does that mean?”

“What I mean is…” I slowly removed his hand from my arm.

Then I looked straight into his eyes.

“Our child is dead.”