Ending a Betrayal-Filled Marriage: Ex-Husband, You're Out!

The doctor smiled and congratulated her. “Ms. Portier, your IVF procedure was successful.”

On her twelfth attempt, Mathilde Haagen finally got pregnant. She clutched the ultrasound report tightly, her face beaming with joy.

Over the years, she had undergone in vitro fertilization (IVF) again and again because her previous natural pregnancies had always ended in miscarriage for various reasons.

Fortunately, she succeeded this time. With this good news, she immediately took a taxi to the company, ready to tell her husband, Edward Portier, the good news.

Just as she reached the office door, the smile on her face froze in an instant upon hearing the mocking voices inside.

In the office, a few of Edward's close friends teased him.

"Edward, do you think your wife will get pregnant this time? After all, you've tried so many tricks in the book to get her to miscarry the last few times."

"The first time, you've had someone slip something into her milk, and she was too foolish, to think it was just a miscarriage.”

"The third time, it was when you're abroad with Louisa, right? Your wife couldn't reach you and thought you were in trouble. She was so panicked and worried that she had a miscarriage. And then, she kept apologizing out of guilt."

"But, she probably never dreamed, that all you did, was to make her believe that natural pregnancy would result in miscarriage, and then trick her into doing IVF. And what she really didn't know is, the eggs used in her IVF treatments comes from Louisa."

"To be honest, she's so pitiful — undergoing so many IVF attempts only to end up carrying someone else's child."

The mocking voices inside grew louder, but Mathilde, outside the door, felt a chill surge from her feet to her scalp, her blood boiling.

Word for word fell into her ears, like a knife inch for inch torturing her heart.

It turned out that her repeated miscarriages were not due to her poor health, but rather the result of repeated schemes.

Mathilde's expression and steps froze, yet the mocking voice was still ringing out.

Louisa leaned against his chest and asked innocently, "Edward, aren't we going too far?"

"After all, she's your wife. Don't you fear that one day she might find out the truth and argue with you?"

In the dim light, Edward's profile was profound, his expression a knowing smirk, his lips curling in mockery. "Argue? What qualifications does she have to argue with me?"

"Back then, she relied on being the biological daughter of the Haagens to forcibly separate us, and even forced you to go abroad."

“If it weren’t for her, we would have gotten married long ago, and you wouldn’t have had to come back and hide like this.”

“Louisa, you’re just too kind. This is what she owes us, she deserves it.”

“Once she gives birth to this child, I will announce to everyone that the child needs its biological mother, and I will definitely bring you into our home.”

Someone still raised some concerns. "But what if she finds out and has the baby aborted?"

"As long as you guys keep quiet, she won't find out." Suddenly, his lips curled into a cold smile, and he scoffed lightly. "She loves children so much. If she finds out she's pregnant, she'll only be more careful to protect her."

The man's words were resolute, completely shattering Mathilde's last line of defense.

Mathilde instinctively grasped the cold wall to barely support her weak body, then hunched her back, clutched her abdomen, and ran out.

The streets were bustling with people, but her world had gone completely dark.

It turned out that the child she had fought so hard for was actually Louisa's child.

It turned out that Edward always thought she was the one who drove Louisa away.

But back then, it was clearly Louisa who had hooked up with a wealthy foreigner and insisted on breaking up with him.

To consider his pride as a man, Mathilde never told him the truth.

Now, however, he thought she was the one forcing Louisa to leave?

Thinking that Edward's thoughtfulness and gentleness over the years had all been an act, Mathilde felt sick.

It was all fake! All that so-called love and care was fake!

Edward never loved her!

Mathilde touched her lower belly, her eyes red.

Even though she had longed for this child for a long time, she couldn't accept carrying another woman's child!

She immediately hailed a taxi and scheduled an abortion.

But, arriving at the hospital, the doctor apologized. "Ms. Portier, I'm sorry, but you cannot have the abortion for now."

Mathilde frowned and shouted angrily. "Doctor Becker, I haven't even questioned your hospital for taking my eggs without my consent, making me pregnant with my husband's child with another woman. What right do you have to stop me from having an abortion?"

"Fine, since you refuse, then I'll sue your hospital right now. See you in court!"

Seeing her about to leave in anger, the doctor quickly stopped her, hesitating to speak.

Her eyes were cold. "First option is to schedule an abortion for me, and second is that I will immediately sue you and your hospital, ruining your reputation. You only have these two choices."

The doctor hadn't expected the famously soft-spoken Mathilde to possess such a strong side.

He bowed to her and then said, "Ms. Portier, we have just learned something as well. Due to our hospital's oversight, the child in your womb is not your husband's and Ms. Louisa Haagen's, but yours with another man."

"Last year, Mr. Edward Portier, your husband, and Mr. Nolan Lugtenburgh, the heir of the Lugtenburghs, both had their sperm stored at our hospital. The junior nurses, unfortunately, made a mistake, and ended up mistakenly identified you and Mr. Lugtenburgh."

"We've just contacted Mr. Lugtenburgh, and he should be on his way here now, so you can't leave yet."

Mathilde's eyes widened, and her body stiffened.

Was this child truly her own biological flesh and blood?

Before coming here, she had wanted to abort the child, but now she knew it was hers.

She hesitated.

In just a few seconds, she made a decision and said, "I can choose not to have the abortion, but I need you to promise that no one else will ever know about this — not a single third party."

Simon Becker froze, and quickly shook his head. "No, the Lutgenburghs is dominant in London. I can't afford to provoke them."

Mathilde's voice suddenly turned cold. "If you can't provoke the Lutgenburghs, then you can provoke me?"

"First, you, as my attending physician, have illegally replaced my eggs, and not just once. Your medical license will be revoked, you will be expelled from the medical profession. Second, I've been the biggest victim in this whole affair. If I take you to court, I can make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison!"

"Doctor Becker, you're a smart person. Will you choose to cooperate with me and keep this secret, or will you stubbornly insist on going down that path? You can decide for yourself."

Simon collapsed and trembled, but she was right.

Rather than stubbornly clinging to his delusions, cooperating with Mathilde offered a glimmer of hope.

He gritted his teeth and agreed to cooperate with Mathilde.

Before leaving, Mathilde asked the doctor for the hospital's surveillance footage and deleted all footages related to her.

She didn't stop there. She went to the town hall to submit evidence of her husband's infidelity.

"Hello, I have evidence of my husband's infidelity. I want to apply for a forced divorce."

“And cancel my identity information.”

The staff looked at Mathilde with sympathy and said, "Ms. Haagen, once your ID information is cancelled, all traces of your past life will be completely erased. Are you sure?"

Mathilde lowered her eyes and touched her lower belly, firmly saying, "I'm sure."

She wanted to divorce her scumbag husband, erase her identity, and leave the city — taking her own child far away!