I Won’t Fight My Sister-in-Law Over My Husband Novel – “Sir, if we don’t get her to the hospital right now, she might not survive. Are you really planning to use the fetus in your wife’s womb as a cure for Mrs. Maeve?” The butler, who had seen more than his share of crises in his twenty years of service, was in a panic. Even for him, the gruesome scene unfolding before his eyes was too much. Claudine Pitts lay unconscious in a pool of blood. Her face was deathly pale and the lower half of her body was a ghastly mess. Her consciousness flickered in and out.
But Elliot Graves didn’t waver for a second. “That’s what the shaman said—only this unborn child can save Maeve! Her life depends on it!” He barked his orders without a shred of remorse. “Don’t just stand there! Get the baby out of her now—while she’s still unconscious!” The butler froze in disbelief. “Sir! That’s a human life! You can’t play with it! And don’t forget, she spent an entire day submerged in freezing water for you. The doctors said she might never be able to conceive again.
If you do this, she might never carry another child for the rest of her life!” Panicking, he pulled out his phone to call 911, but Elliot lunged forward, snatched it from his hands and smashed it to pieces. “If you’re not gonna do it. Move! Get me a knife—I’ll do it myself!” Elliot’s hand moved with terrifying precision. Cold. Calculated. He didn’t know that Claudine wasn’t completely unconscious. She saw everything he did, and his ridiculous marriage to two wives was just to take her child’s life. When she opened her eyes again, Claudine took out the contract on her own initiative.
She didn’t want Elliot anymore, and she didn’t want this marriage either. No one knows that she is the biological daughter of the richest man living abroad, and now she wants to return to her original life. However, when she left completely, the man frantically looked for her and begged for forgiveness. —— “Sir, if we don’t get her to the hospital right now, she might not survive. Are you really planning to use the fetus in your wife’s womb as a cure for Mrs. Maeve?” The butler, who had seen more than his share of crises in his twenty years of service, was in a panic.
Even for him, the gruesome scene unfolding before his eyes was too much. Claudine Pitts lay unconscious in a pool of blood. Her face was deathly pale and the lower half of her body was a ghastly mess. Her consciousness flickered in and out. But Elliot Graves didn’t waver for a second. “That’s what the shaman said—only this unborn child can save Maeve! Her life depends on it!” He barked his orders without a shred of remorse. “Don’t just stand there! Get the baby out of her now—while she’s still unconscious!” The butler froze in disbelief. “Sir! That’s a human life! You can’t play with it! And don’t forget, she spent an entire day submerged in freezing water for you. The doctors said she might never be able to conceive again.
If you do this, she might never carry another child for the rest of her life!” Panicking, he pulled out his phone to call 911, but Elliot lunged forward, snatched it from his hands and smashed it to pieces. “If you’re not gonna do it. Move! Get me a knife—I’ll do it myself!” Elliot’s hand moved with terrifying precision. Cold. Calculated. And then he stumbled away, clutching something like it was the most precious thing in the world. Only after he disappeared did the butler rush to Claudine’s side, finally calling for help and getting her to the hospital.
No one knew—Claudine had never lost consciousness entirely. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t open her eyes. The pain was too much. It was a kind of pain that felt worse than having her heart ripped from her chest. The sharp scent of disinfectant invaded her nostrils as she lay on the hospital bed. The room was dark, the windows pitch black against the night. She instinctively reached for her belly. Her baby… her only child… was gone. Just hours ago, Claudine had been pushed down the stairs by her sister-in-law, Maeve Waller, during an explosive argument.
The cause? Claudine had refused Mrs. Graves’s outrageous proposal—to let Elliot take on a second wife and give Maeve a child. A week earlier, the Graves Family had been ambushed by an old enemy. Both brothers were kidnapped, and in the end, Melvin—Elliot’s older brother and Maeve’s husband—died shielding him from a bullet. Maeve, a newlywed, had become a widow in the blink of an eye. Consumed by grief, Maeve spiraled. She tried to end her life multiple times, only to be stopped each time. Desperate, Mrs. Graves had come up with what she called a “solution”: Elliot would father a child with Maeve.
It would give Maeve a reason to live and preserve the Graves Family line. She framed it like an act of duty. Elliot refused at first, but things escalated quickly—and violently. In the heat of it all, Mae