Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 104

Chapter 2

The voices in the study continued, each word driving ice picks into my heart.

“Six cord blood units will keep Verna covered for a decade.” Eden’s voice carried satisfaction.

Damon flattered: “Brilliant plan, sir. Using Ms. Jones’s stem cells with your sperm to create embryos, then implanting them in Mrs.

Blackwood-flawless.”

“However… Her blood pressure’s been unstable lately. Carrying six embryos is too much of a burden.”

Eden scoffed. “As long as she doesn’t die. Verna can’t afford to walt for a second round of chemo.”

My entire body trembled. Nails carved crescents into my palms.

So in his eyes, my life wasn’t worth one of Verna’s chemo sessions.

“How are the six embryos developing?” Eden asked suddenly.

Damon answered immediately.

“#3 is the healthiest-perfect AB type blood match for Ms. Jones’s needs. But…” He hesitated. “Mrs. Blackwood’s uterine wall is critically thin. Continuing to carry all six could lead to massive bleeding.”

“Prioritize #3.” Eden’s voice turned brutal. “The others don’t matter.”

My knees buckled. I nearly collapsed to the floor.

“Mr. Blackwood, what if Mrs. Blackwood finds out the truth.”

“So what?” Eden sneered. “Iler father let Verna fall ill. This is just karma.”

Damon suddenly chuckled. “Mrs. Blackwood really is naive-six months pregnant and she still hasn’t noticed anything unusual. She actually

believes having sextuplets is that easy.”

“Best if she never figures it out,” Eden said flatly.

Damon’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Mr. Blackwood, imagine Nimue’s face if she knew the prenatal vitamins you give her every night are laced with embryo growth hormones.”

He even laughed softly. “Her belly is blown up like a balloon. Walking a few steps leaves her gasping. At the last banquet, the other ladies whispered behind her back, calling her a breeding pig.”

Eden actually laughed along. “She never belonged in high society anyway. If not for Verna, I wouldn’t have touched her at all.”

The attacks and mockery came one after another, each word carving into my heart like a blade.

I staggered back two steps, my face drained of all color.

Did he truly hate me this much?

When hyperemesis had me vomiting bile, I bit down on towels to avoid waking Eden beside me.

When my legs swelled so badly I couldn’t fit into shoes, I gripped walls and shuffled to the hospital alone.

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That week I was hospitalized for placental bleeding-I refused extra morphine because I feared he’d find me troublesome.

All that suffering, endured willingly because I loved him.

And in their mouths, it was just “good physical condition” and “she can handle it.”

I could still remember our honeymoon, when Eden traced my flat stomach and said: “I can’t wait to have our own children.”

Back then, I thought he was dreaming about our future.

I never imagined he was planning this betrayal.

“If you can’t eat, we’ll do IV nutrition. Don’t let the babies’ development suffer.” That became his constant refrain.

Every time nurses pierced my veins with ice-cold needles, concern filled his eyes.

But it wasn’t ME he cared about-it was the children he shared with Verna.

I closed my eyes, wiped my tears, and pulled out my phone.

“Doctor, schedule an abortion. As soon as possible.”

By the time I steadied myself against the wall and left the hallway, the study conversation had ended.

Only Eden and the butler remained in the living room.

Eden was staring down at his phone.

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