Six months pregnant, I happily finished my prenatal checkup and waited to go home with my husband.
Then I accidentally overheard him talking to the doctor.
“Mr. Ji, the fetus is developing well, but isn’t doing this to your wife too cruel?”
“It’s a test-tube baby either way. Wouldn’t using Zhixia’s eggs be just as good?”
“Mr. Ji, your wife is six months pregnant. How heartbroken will she be if she finds out the baby she’s carrying isn’t biologically hers? She loves you so much, and yet you’re doing this for that... Sigh. Since you’ve made up your mind, I suppose we’ll have to go along with it.”
“Enough. Qingyu must never find out. Zhixia has a weak heart, and giving birth would put her at risk. I owe her this child. If she hadn’t saved my life back then, I would have...”
“As for Qingyu, I’ll treat her well for the rest of her life. It’ll be my way of making it up to her.”
The results on my prenatal checkup report showed that all the baby’s vital signs were perfectly healthy, but my heart felt as if it had fallen into an icy abyss.
So that was why Ji Bohuai had insisted on IVF: he wanted to replace my eggs with Lu Zhixia’s.
I had endured six months of morning sickness and sleepless nights, only to find out that the baby I was carrying was Ji Bohuai’s child with another woman.
I booked another appointment and scheduled an abortion.
Ji Bohuai, do you really think Lu Zhixia was the one who saved you in that accident all those years ago?
