After Six Miscarriages, I Carried Someone Else’s IVF Baby Chapter 07

After Six Miscarriages, I Carried Someone Else’s IVF Baby Chapter 07

That day, I had just finished bandaging a wounded patient when a child I had once treated pointed behind me.

Among the broken tiles and ruins stood a tall man whose broad frame had become bent and hollow.

He was unshaven, worn down, and shattered all over.

“Ann…”

Tears of joy filled his eyes, and even his voice trembled when he spoke.

“You’re alive… Thank God. I thought I’d never see you again in this life.”

Seeing my expression remain indifferent, he panicked and pulled out a dazzling pair of rings from his pocket.

They looked absurdly out of place as he spread them before me.

“Wife, these are the rings I promised you. One Life, One Love. You can only order them once in a lifetime. I brought them all the way here. Will you put yours on?”

Only once in a lifetime?

Иooked at him coldly.

“No need. I’m not interested in secondhand things someone else has worn.”

He probably had not expected me to reject him so decisively.

His eyes reddened, and he kept rubbing his hands against the hem of his shirt.

“No one else wore them. I prepared them only for you. Wife, I was wrong. I know it’s late to say this now. But the only person I truly love is you. I didn’t realize it before. Chiara deceived me. Only after I saw her true face did I realize I had fallen in love with you long ago. When I heard you died, I was in so much pain I wanted to die with you.”

I smiled.

“Then why are you still alive? How do you still have the nerve to stand here?”

“You don’t really think one ‘I’m sorry’ can erase the pain of you killing my six children and making me unable to become a mother for the rest of my life, do you? When you had me kidnapped and

assaulted for Chiara, when you turned me into a surrogate machine for her, did you ever think this day would come?”

“I can’t understand it. After doing so many inhuman things to me, where did you get the face to say you love me?”

Dario clutched his head and cried in agony.

“Wife, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I already killed Chiara. I tied her up in the basement, found three times as many men as the ones who hurt you back then, and had them violate her. I made her miscarry six times before I killed her. I avenged you. Don’t leave me, okay?”

I stared at him.

He thought I had softened and was about to come forward to take my

I slapped him hard across the face.

He froze.

My face was full of disgust.

hand.

“You truly make me sick. Chiara was vicious, but at most, she was an accomplice. The real executioner was you. Every real wound that landed on me was caused by you.”

“I’ll say this one last time. We’re already divorced. Or you can think of me as dead. In this life and the next, I never want to see you again. If you have even the smallest shred of guilt, stay far away

from me.”

With that, I stopped looking at him and walked away without turning back.

I did not know when Dario left.

Only a month later did I hear that during a shootout with Volkov, he had been stabbed eight times and collapsed at the harbor.

His men risked gunfire to drag him away.

But he gave up his chance to live and only stared into the distance, murmuring in a daze.

“My wife will come save me… She will…”

Not long after, the news reported that the two largest mafia forces in Sicily had been taken down by

Interpol in one sweeping operation.

Dario Vitale was blown apart beyond recognition.

Volkov and his men were all sent to prison, awaiting judgment under international law.

All the assets Dario had instructed his lawyer to prepare in advance were left to me.

I donated every cent.

He used death to repent to me.

But I would never forgive him.

I looked at the rising sun in the distance.

The air was full of sunlight.

For the rest of my life, I would live brilliantly.