The prenatal report slipped from my hands as if jolted by electricity. No wonder James Hunt was so quick to insist on IVF once I agreed to marry him.Back then, I did not think much of it, assuming he just wanted a child as quickly as possible. Only now did I realize the truth. What he wanted was not a child with me, but with Natasha Smith, my stepsister. For six months, I endured morning sickness, sleepless nights, swelling, and emotional collapse. Yet the baby I carried was not truly mine, but his and Natasha's. I suffered through everything, and now they were planning to take my life as well."Mr. Hunt, here's this month's medication. If she keeps taking it, the baby will absorb nutrients faster and grow stronger. "But if it gets too big, she won't be able to deliver naturally. She'll need a C-section." Through the door, I listened in shock as my husband calmly discussed how to risk my life.My face went pale, and my nails dug hard into the railing along the hospital corr
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