The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 58

"Sweetheart, the doctor said the IVF was successful, but we should avoid any contact with blood; it would be bad for the baby."

He spoke gently, with concern in his eyes, not a trace of insincerity.

I almost couldn't help but applaud his superb acting.

Seeing that I seemed upset, Jasper noticed the wine glass in front of me. He gently squeezed my hand and asked, "Sweetheart, how long have you been here? Why didn't you come upstairs to find me?"

His words carried a subtle, careful probe.

I lowered my gaze and replied indifferently, "You guys, a bunch of men, talking upstairs in that smoke-filled room, I don't like it."

He sighed in relief, reaching out to pat my head, and instructed the housekeeper to bring a cup of hangover tea. Just as the housekeeper handed it to me, he suddenly picked up a gun and shot the housekeeper in the head.

I didn't even have time to react before thick blood sprayed onto my face. The housekeeper's outstretched hand was still frozen in mid-air, and she collapsed, wide-eyed.

I trembled, my stomach uncontrollably spasming.

But Jasper was unfazed. He put the gun down and carefully wiped my face with his sleeve, then picked up the hangover tea and fed it to me, sip by sip.

I mechanically swallowed, my body shaking uncontrollably.

Out of the corner of my eye, Gabe ordered someone to drag the housekeeper's body out.

A winding trail of blood was left on the floor.

"She can't keep an eye on my wife while she's drinking. It ends up harming my son, there's no need for her to stay alive."

I looked at his cold, ruthless expression, my stomach churning.

Jasper tenderly touched my face. "It's all my fault, sweetheart. You've suffered so much. Now that we're finally having a baby, you can't drink anymore."

"This baby must be healthy, no matter what, understand?"

I took several deep breaths before forcing out a faint smile. "Okay."

But my heart was trembling with cold fear.

In three years of marriage, I had been pregnant six times, and each time I lost the baby for no reason.

It became a habitual miscarriage.

Six months ago, the doctor declared that I could never have children again.

Jasper was heartbroken, holding me and saying that it didn't matter to him if we had children, as long as I was happy and healthy.

I had always felt guilty for not being able to give him a healthy child. After much searching, I chose the difficult path of IVF.

My belly had been pricked with needles countless times, and I swallowed hormone pills by the handful.

Enduring all that pain, only to end up as a mere tool for Ruby's benefit.

Because she was afraid of pain, I had to permanently lose the ability to be a mother, reduced to nothing but a breeding machine.

I suddenly remembered that day when he had been shot twice and barely made it back. I had been the one to trade my mother's only heirloom, a priceless family heirloom Buddha pendant, to the royal family to get him back.

The reason? Ruby had casually said she wanted to enjoy the feeling of being a queen at her 25th birthday party.

Tears fell onto the screen, my heart torn apart.

It wasn't the years of betrayal that hurt so much, but the fact that I had sacrificed the only thing my mother left me for that demon who had ruined me.

Through blurry tears, my gaze fell upon the crescent-shaped birthmark on Ruby's right shoulder. I stared in shock, my eyes wide.

I had the exact same birthmark in the same spot on my right shoulder.

I remembered when I met Ruby, she didn't have that birthmark.

After I told her about once saving a bloody man while working as a volunteer doctor in Vietnam, she started to distance herself from me.

Not long after, she became Jasper's adopted sister, and Jasper had once said that Ruby had saved his life.

But Ruby was a coward who feared death, and she had never been to the war-torn Vietnam. She always looked down on it and belittled it.

I curled my cold fingers, an absurd guess gradually forming in my mind.

So that's how it is!

I collapsed to the floor, laughing and crying at the same time.