Seven Months Pregnant, None of the Four Babies Are Mine Novel – I had been married for three years without conceiving. After a year of trying IVF, my husband and I finally succeeded and were carrying quadruplets. The pregnancy was exhausting. I vomited for months, and my belly ballooned until it felt like it could burst. The doctor recommended reducing the fetuses, but my husband immediately refused. “Vania, they’re all our children. I can’t bear to lose a single one of them.” My face was pale as I touched my stomach and nodded.
I couldn’t bear to lose them either. At six months pregnant, my husband’s friends even started betting on the babies’ genders. In the end, it turned out to be three boys and one girl. My husband won the wager and earned ten million. Later, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Roman and his friends. “Roman, this idea of yours was genius—making Vania Hill carry babies for four different women all at once.” Roman Austin’s voice was calm. “Since they can’t be my wife, the least I can do is give them each a child.
Vania took this position, so this is her duty.” Every hair on my body stood on end. So, the babies inside me weren’t even mine? … “Roman, you really outdid yourself. Four children at once, and all your problems are solved.” Jack Brown chimed in, “That’s right. And the mothers of those four kids are all stunning. The babies will surely be beautiful.” Then he sighed. “It’s a pity about Vivian. She was the campus beauty back in school, but she got sick and died so young.
Luckily, Roman was kind enough to leave her a child, just waiting for Vania to give birth to it.” “Ashley has loved Roman for almost twenty years,” another said. “She never won his heart, so she only begged to have his child.” Someone else added, “But Roman has only ever loved Sophia. That’s why he came up with this plan, so he wouldn’t betray Sophia, and yet each of them could still have his child.” “I just wonder how Vania will react when she finds out.
If she learns that none of the children in her womb are hers, she’ll probably break down completely.” Roman’s voice was indifferent. “And if she does? It’s her fault for taking a place that was never meant to be hers.” The others laughed derisively. “Exactly. Even if she knows, she’ll still give birth obediently. After all, they’re Roman’s children.” “Do you know how much she schemed to marry into the Austin family? Nothing could drive her away.
No matter how angry she gets, if Roman so much as crooks his finger, she’ll come running back.” Their laughter filled the room, brimming with mockery and malice. I stood behind the door, feeling a chill crawl from the soles of my feet all the way to my head. Lowering my gaze to my swollen belly, I dug my nails so hard into my skin that it hurt. What did they mean—that the children in my womb weren’t even mine? I had endured six brutal months—constant nausea, swollen feet that kept me from walking, clumps of hair falling out every day.
I had spent a year undergoing IVF, enduring countless injections and swallowing endless pills. All the pain I went through for these babies, and they weren’t even mine? The conversation in the living room went on, but I could no longer hear a single word. I knew the Vivian they spoke of. We had attended the same school, and she had been Roman’s first love. Not long ago, I heard she had died of illness. I even felt a pang of sympathy for her. But now, she was dead, and I was carrying her child with my husband.