My Child and I Had to Sacrifice for the Child of My Husband's Lover

In my seven months of pregnancy, my mother-in-law, Natalie, resigned from her job to come home and take care of me.

After my prenatal checkup, I took a nap. My back was aching, so I got up and went for a walk. Seeing Natalie napping on the sofa, I approached to cover her with a blanket, but overheard some words from her sleep.

“Thank God, this baby’s heart rate is normal. Our precious grandson has a chance.”

“Once our son inherits the Gonzaga Corporation, she’ll be an orphan and nothing will happen.”

I thought she was just talking nonsense, but the more I listened, the more terrified I became.

My husband, Lorenzo Wegel, worked at Gonzaga Corporation and I was an orphan. It was our first child, so how could she expect a grandson?

I picked up the phone she kept under her pillow and opened WhatsApp to find an unfamiliar family group chat.

Besides her and my husband, there was a woman named “Marcello’s Mom.”

I clicked on “Marcello’s mom’s latest WhatsApp story with the caption “Son, soon you’ll be as healthy as all the other kids.” The attached photo was my baby’s heart ultrasound.

Shocked and terrified, I quickly snapped a screenshot as evidence. Watching Natalie’s peaceful smile in her sleep, I made a silent vow.

If they were going to go to such lengths, I would make sure the Wegel Family had no descendants.

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My heart pounded wildly after placing Natalie’s phone back under her pillow. The venomous words in that WhatsApp group chat sent a cold sweat down my back.

The baby in my womb would be safely born in just two more months. Yet his own father and grandmother were plotting against his very life.

My mind raced, then suddenly I remembered the surveillance camera flashing nonstop in the living room.

Natalie had specifically hired someone to install it, claiming it was for my convenience to check on the baby anytime after work.

After reading the chat history, I discovered that installing the camera at home was “Marcello’s mom’s idea. It was solely for the purpose of monitoring me 24/7.

Realizing this, I quickly hacked into the cloud database and deleted the footage of me looking through Natalie’s phone.

As soon as I closed the laptop, the familiar WhatsApp notification tone rang out. My sleepy mother-in-law glanced warily toward my bedroom.

Seeing me lying peacefully in bed, she quietly picked up her phone and closed her bedroom door.

I quickly put on my headphones and opened the listening software I’d planted on her phone.

A faint, childish voice came through, “Marcello misses Grandma. When will Grandma come home?”

Seeing that face, eighty percent identical to Lorenzo’s, a sharp pain pierced my heart.

So it was all true. Lorenzo, my husband who vowed to be mine alone for a lifetime, not only had he started a family with someone else long ago, but he was even plotting against this innocent life growing inside me.

“Marcello, be a good kid. I will be home in two months. Then Marcello will be healthy like all the other kids.”

“Mom, Patricia hasn’t suspected anything, right? Marcello’s condition keeps fluctuating and I can’t leave him now. You have to keep her safe. The baby in her womb is Marcello’s future. There’s no room for carelessness.”

Seeing Lorenzo’s face, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over uncontrollably. The man who once showered me with sweet words and vowed eternal love was now so cruel.

When he mentioned me and our child, not a trace of tenderness flickered in his eyes. As if we were merely vessels to house that heart.

“Don’t worry, son. I’m keeping a close eye on her. There won’t be any problems. As for you, take some time to call and comfort her.”

Lorenzo, who was gently soothing the child, said impatiently, “Shut up! If Marcello’s mom hears you, she’ll just get angry again.”

Natalie was stunned for a moment. Her eyes darted nervously.

“Finding a suitable heart isn’t easy. I’m just nagging for Marcello’s sake.”

Before Lorenzo could respond, the door swung open. A soft female voice drifted in, “Honey, are you done with your call? It’s time for Marcello’s medicine.”

His face was filled with embarrassment. He hurriedly stood up, holding the child and reached out to hang up.