Pregnant but Asked to Donate Bone Marrow for My Husband's Lover

I, Olivia Peterson was dragged to the operating table when I was about to deliver a baby.

My husband, the CEO of a listed company, Ethan Kennedy, forced me to donate bone marrow to his beloved, Layla Peterson.

And my brother, Hank Peterson, would be the surgeon.

My parents couldn't wait to sign the consent form for the surgery.

I knelt on the ground and begged them, "Can you please at least let me give birth to my baby?"

However, Ethan rejected me with a slap in my face.

Then, my baby died in my womb as I was tied to the operating table and had my bone marrow extracted.

Since I failed to win Ethan's heart, the system of my life sentenced me to death.

But later, those who murdered me knelt in front of my tombstone and confessed their mistakes.

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Back a few hours before my death, I stroked my bulging belly and stepped into the ultrasound room for my final pregnancy check-up.

However, before I could even get through the door, two bodyguards rushed over and violently dragged me out.

In a second, I was already in a cold operating room.

At the same time, Ethan, the third target set by the system for me to win his heart, walked into the operating room with a stern face.

"Layla can't wait any longer. I need your bone marrow today to save her." Ethan's words were like a knife, stabbing into my chest.

Layla was his dream lover and my sister.

I said, "I'm already ten months pregnant and will give birth soon. Can't you wait for the sake of my child?"

Ethan glared at me. "Bitch, you're trying to kill Layla, aren't you? If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have had leukemia! You owe her!"

Protecting my belly, I took a step back and wanted to run away.

However, Ethan's bodyguards immediately stopped me.

They pressed me on the operating table.

Ethan took a few steps closer, stretched out his hand and gripped my neck with a fierce face. "Leave your bone marrow here, and I can let you go."

"Ethan, I'm pregnant with your child!" I desperately implored him with tears.

Ethan remained indifferent and increased the strength in his hands that almost made me suffocate.

"My child? Are you talking about the bastard in your belly? You and I both know how this bastard came about."

Ethan had always doubted that the baby in my belly was his. Layla and I were kidnapped at the same time before, and after I was rescued, I was pregnant. That was why he always suspected I was pregnant with someone else's child.

"Can you please believe me? He is really your child. If you extract my bone marrow now, he will most likely die." I begged him desperately.

"If he can't survive without your bone marrow, it just proves that he doesn't deserve to be born into this world." Then, he released me. I slipped and fell to the ground.

"Can you wait for only a week? The due date of birth is next week. Just wait for me another week." Kneeling on the ground, I reached out to grab Ethan's trousers.

However, my supplication didn't arouse his sympathy but irritated him. He slapped me again.

"You clearly knew Layla's life couldn't last for a week, yet you asked me to wait a week so you could show off at her funeral, right? How could you be so vicious?" he said.

I covered my burning face and felt blood rushing into my mouth. My belly also began to cramp: the little guy inside started to struggle.

"Ethan, just this once. I'll beg you. Can you arrange an operation for me and take the baby out now? I'll donate my bone marrow to her right after I give birth to my child!"

He just looked down at me and kicked me in disgust.

"What kind of conspiracy is this? You want to buy time for yourself. Why are you so disgusting?"

As soon as Ethan finished speaking, another person approached this operating room.

Hank walked in and said, "Why are you still dawdling? Hurry up and tie her to the operating table."