Womb for Wagers
My sister-in-law, Sabine Vire, deliberately swapped my prenatal medication with abortion pills.
As a result, my eight-month-old baby was gone.
As I cried until I nearly collapsed from grief, my husband, Cassian Thorne, held me tightly and murmured, "Don’t worry. You’ll have another child."
Three months later, I became pregnant again—this time with triplets.
Overwhelmed with joy, I was just about to share the wonderful news with Cassian when I overheard a conversation between him and his friends.
"All five of you didn’t use protection, right? I want to see how many brats her belly can carry. The wager is $50 million."
"I bet three."
"I bet one."
Cassian burst into laughter. "If we’re betting, then we’re going big. I bet six. Who told her to slap my precious Sabine? If she can pop out a few brats to make Sabine happy, that’s her blessing."
Sabine, the very woman who had fed me the abortion pills, was Cassian's beloved.