Her 18th Pregnancy, My Final Departure
To give her family an heir, my wife got pregnant seventeen times, only to miscarry every single time.
Everyone thought I was infertile.
I visited every famous doctor I could find, swallowed countless herbal prescriptions, and even went through thirty treatment procedures, but I still couldn't give her a healthy child.
Under pressure from the outside world, I finally agreed to let Talia Isaacson borrow sperm from her first love.
On Talia's eighteenth pregnancy, the baby was finally healthy. She told me excitedly, "The Isaacson family finally has an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. No matter what, I'm giving birth to this child."
Just when I thought our life could finally return to normal, I overheard Talia talking to her first love.
"Talia, you're so smart. You made Gavin believe he was infertile. He'll never guess you did it on purpose."
Talia stroked her belly with a gentle expression.
"Gavin's just too stupid. He believes whatever I say. If I hadn't wanted to force him into a divorce, I wouldn't have needed to abort all those children.
"Once I give birth, we'll take the baby and leave this place forever."
I looked down at the scars and damage left on my body by the medication and surgeries.
My heart turned to ash.
After seven years of marriage, we had finally reached the end.