The Love I Threw Away Novel – My husband made me be the surrogate for his mistress. That meant the baby in my bully would be theirs, not mine. I had been pregnant for three months already.
How could they plan to take my baby? I took out my phone and made a call. “Dad, cut the capital flow to the Kaufman Group in three days. I and Antonio, we’re done.” It was time to restore my real indentity.
My dad exhaled. “OK. Tell me when you want to come back, and I’ll go pick you up.” I had been disabled for three years. After countless hormone injections to protect the pregnancy, I finally conceived. But, on my birthday, I overheard my husband, Antonio Kaufman, speaking German on the phone with another woman. She said, “I can have your child too.
Why does it have to be her, the cripple? You said you’d marry me as soon as she gave birth. Don’t go back on your word.” He reassured her softly, “I promise. Childbirth is dangerous. How could I let you go through that?” My hand, clutching the medical report confirming my full recovery, began to tremble violently.
Antonio probably forgot that I was the one who taught him German. My legs had recovered a few weeks ago, and I wanted to surprise Antonio today. He hung up, his eyes dark with a trace of desire. He didn’t notice my reaction. Staring at the untouched beef on the table, he frowned. Then he said to me, “Don’t be picky.
Having beef is good for the baby. Be good, Grace.” I looked at the beef he placed on my plate and smiled bitterly. Once, I accidentally ate beef, and Antonio was even more nervous than me. He took me to the hospital in the middle of the night. From that day on, beef was never served at our dining table again.
He always checked the ingredient list regarding whatever I ate. Yet, now, it seemed he had completely forgotten I was allergic to beef. He was sitting opposite me, and I noticed the imperceptible smile on his lips. He was so engrossed in his phone that he completely forgot what he had told me this morning.
He said it was my birthday today, and he’d stay with me to celebrate it together. Suddenly, he looked up and said to me apologetically, “Sorry, Grace. “The company’s accounts don’t add up, and I got to go take a look. I’ll be back as soon as I deal with it. Stay home and wait for me, OK?” He walked out quickly before I could respond. Tears streamed down my face in an instant, my chest tightening with pain.