My Husband Induced My Miscarriage and Used It as Health Tonic for His Lover Novel – My hands trembled uncontrollably as I stared at the prenatal report in front of me. Just days ago, our baby had been perfectly healthy—how could it suddenly be declared stillborn? Clutching the doctor’s arm tightly, I begged for an answer—any answer that would refute the diagnosis.
But he simply shook his head and told me to prepare for the induced labor. I turned to Lucien, searching his face for some sign of hope, silently pleading for us to go to another hospital for a second opinion. Instead, he pulled me gently into his arms, his voice full of sorrow: “Jazz, sweetheart, let’s take care of this as soon as we can. The longer the baby stays inside, the more harm it could do to your body.
Maybe this just wasn’t meant to be.” Lucien squeezed my hand and urged me to lie down and rest while he went to speak with the doctor about the procedure. Alone in the hospital room, I tossed and turned restlessly, unwilling to accept this cruel fate. I didn’t believe our baby had just… died. Frustrated, I crumpled the report and tossed it into the trash—but a glimpse of another sheet caught my eye. A nearly identical prenatal report. Except this one said everything was perfectly normal.
Heart pounding, I grabbed it and rushed out of the room, eager to show Lucien and tell him the truth. But just as I reached the door of the doctor’s office, I heard Lucien’s voice from inside, cold and impatient: “Schedule the operation tonight. The sooner the better. The baby needs to be fresh.” The doctor hesitated. “Mr. Blackwood, you asked me to misdiagnose a perfectly healthy fetus. What if Miss Rivers finds out?” “She won’t,” Lucien snapped. “Vivienne is frail. She needs this.
Besides, Jasmine can have more children. Losing one won’t kill her.” I froze in place, horror washing over me. “Sir… maybe you should reconsider? Forcing a delivery at seven months could cause irreversible damage to her body.” “Just do it,” Lucien ordered coldly. “I’ll find her plenty of supplements afterward.” I stood outside the door, completely numb. Lucien would murder our child… just to save Vivienne? He had been with her all along. I was the only fool who didn’t see it. Shivering, I don’t even remember how I got back to my room.
When Lucien returned and saw me dazed on the bed, he assumed I was still grieving. He gently laid me down, stroking my hair: “Rest, Jazz. Sleep, and everything will be better.” I tried to resist, to get up, but my body wouldn’t move. As I stared at the cold surgical tools beside me, darkness consumed me. When I woke again, I was back in my hospital room. My belly was flat. Tears streamed down my face. Over the next few days, Lucien brought me endless supplements and stayed by my side as if nothing had happened.