The two red lines on the pregnancy test stick are not good news, but a reminder for me and my son.
Lu Jinyan pinched my chin, his eyes hardened: "Lin Wan, you are so despicable, you used your child to tie me up. You know that the only one I love is Xiaoxiao."
Yes, the whole world knows that I am just a cheap substitute for Bai Yueguang in his heart. But no one knows that the child in my belly that he hates is the only "special medicine" for my son Xiaoyu to survive. The doctor had just issued an ultimatum: My myelodysplastic syndrome has reached the terminal stage. If I don't undergo a transplant, my death will be the day I give birth. The countdown has begun.
I became the "substitute bride" that everyone envied.
I believed it. Until the wedding night, he held my hand, looked at the stars on the terrace of the cliff villa, and then gave me a gentle push.
In the sound of falling wind, I heard his cold call: "Mom, it's solved. Don't worry, it's just like the plan. No one of her family members will pursue it."
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the week before the wedding.
A voice in my ear said: "The game begins. Remember, you only have thirteen chances."
