All Chapters of Husband Delayed Birth for Adopted Son’s Birthday: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son, Evan Shaw.To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son's, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement.Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile.“Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.”I begged him to take me to the hospital.A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his voice turned cold. “You’re still trying to lie to me? I asked a doctor. Even if your water breaks, you don’t give birth right away. Some women don’t deliver for three days.”“All this scheming just to secure your position as Mrs. Shaw, so your child can compete with Evan for his birthday and his place. You've really thought this through.”I took a deep breath as despair washed over me. “The baby I’m carrying is y

Adrian had deliberately kept it from me, so I had no idea he was going to the parent-teacher meeting.I still remembered how excited he had been when he pressed his hand to my belly to feel the baby move, but in his heart, he had already decided I was lying and competing with a child out of jealousy!“Mrs. Shaw! Mrs. Shaw! Wake up!”A pair of large hands shook me violently. My mind felt like a messy, boiling porridge—chaotic and foggy—as I struggled to slowly open my eyes.In front of me was Mrs. Zane. She let out a sigh of relief and patted her chest when she saw me open my eyes.“Thank goodness you’re alive.”Then, she complained, “You scared me half to death, Mrs. Shaw.”I lowered my gaze to my belly, and a shocking red greeted my eyes.Mrs. Zane’s expression shifted as she followed my gaze. She covered her nose and wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Mrs. Shaw, how did you knock over the painter’s bucket by the door? Such a strong smell… It's only because you don't clean the hou

At last, he turned back, pulled me into his arms, and gently patted my head. “It’s okay, Elena. You’re okay. I’m here.”In the middle of the night, Adrian suddenly heard the cry of a child in his sleep. He opened his eyes and instinctively turned his head. Evan was curled up quietly beside him, fast asleep.After tucking the blanket around him, an inexplicable unease rose in his chest, making it impossible to fall back asleep. He lit a cigarette and checked his phone. There was not a single message.As he recalled the unknown calls he had declined earlier that day, a surge of panic ignited in his chest like a raging fire. Elena’s face flashed through his mind as he dialed Dr. Cady's number.“Dr. Cady, how is my wife doing?”“Mrs. Shaw? Mr. Shaw, wasn’t she taken to the hospital by ambulance for delivery? When I arrived at the villa, the ambulance had just left. I thought I was too late and you had already called emergency services!”Adrian paused for a moment, then shot up from h

“Tomorrow, 9:00 am, Green Hill Cemetery. It’s your last chance to see the child.”Then, I turned around and walked away. Adrian tried to stop me and demand an explanation, but seven or eight bodyguards closed in from all sides, blocking him where he stood.Even as Esmond watched him get shoved back into his car in the pouring rain, disheveled and humiliated, he was still not satisfied. “Elena, you’re just going to let him off like that? And you're even letting him see the baby one last time?”I stared out at the dark night beyond the window. My fists were clenched tight. “He’s the child’s father. He deserves to know the truth. As for letting him off?“He should spend the rest of his life repenting. He should wake up in the dead of night, unable to sleep at the thought of our dead child. He should drown in regret for the rest of his days.“How could I ever let him off?”…Dark clouds filled the sky above Green Hill Cemetery, and the rain only grew heavier, showing no sign of stop

The paint had long dried up, nearly all gone. Only a thin residue remained in the bucket, and the basement smelled only of blood, nothing else.It was clear just how much pain I had endured that night, and yet Adrian had refused my cries for help again and again, even pushing our child closer to death.When he saw the medicine bottles in the room, Adrian seemed desperate to confirm something and called Dr. Cady.“What’s in these bottles? Were they drugs to induce labor?”Dr. Cady hesitated for a moment before answering, “Mr. Shaw, this is folic acid—a common supplement for pregnant women.”Adrian’s straight back finally collapsed. He clawed at his hair, overcome with despair. What had he done? He had killed his own child!Dr. Cady, frightened by his wild state, fled the villa immediately.Adrian tied Mrs. Zane up in the basement and forced her to confess when she supposedly saw me secretly buy labor-inducing drugs and when I supposedly swapped the medicine.Mrs. Zane was terrif