He Faked Cancer While I Lost Thirty Babies For Him Chapter 03

He Faked Cancer While I Lost Thirty Babies For Him Chapter 03

Last night, Sebastian said he would let me stay on as his mistress.

When the System alert suddenly rang out and told me I would receive three million dollars in cash and one wish of my choosing, I made one wish.

Then I used two million dollars to exchange for another.

…

The oatmeal just now had abortion medication in it, and blood was pouring out from between my legs.

“Mr. Langford, you can’t do this. Mrs. Langford has worked from dawn to midnight every day for money, and her body is already completely worn down. If you make her undergo a procedure without anesthesia to break apart and remove the fetus, she’ll die!”

“Sebastian, please let me go. Please, just let me go.”

My hands were pinned down by Sebastian’s bodyguards as I lay on the operating table, begging desperately.

I had never told him that he and I once had a child.

The baby had been five months old and had already started babbling “Mama.”

Because of Chloe, he had pretended to be bankrupt.

I had no money, so I had no choice but to give the baby up for adoption. But soon after being sent away, the baby died of an infectious disease.

I had always believed this baby was that child’s reincarnation.

Sebastian froze for an instant, and hope flickered in my eyes.

But in the next second, his words poured cold water over that hope.

“When you sent Chloe to Snowridge, Alaska behind my back, you should have known this would be the result.”

“Do you have any idea how many times she was violated? How many pregnancies she lost?”

Tears welled in my eyes.

But eight years ago, he had offended a spoiled heir in Harbor City, and I had been sexually assaulted to save him.

A child had been violently torn from my body then, too.

After the procedure was over, I was helped back to the hospital room.

“Lena, isn’t it better without the baby? At least it won’t be born just to suffer later.”

Chloe suddenly walked in wearing a white dress, her smile sweet and bright.

In the next second, her expression turned icy. She twisted my arm hard.

“Do you really think you can beat me?”

After saying that, she collapsed to the side and covered her face.

“You were right to hit me, Lena. I’m a slut. I’m the mistress. I don’t deserve to live in this world. Sebastian, just let me die!”

“Lena!”

A chilling voice exploded above my head.

Sebastian slapped me across the face. “How can you be this vicious?”

“Someone take Mrs. Langford to the villa’s confinement room.”

My eyes widened in terror. Even Mrs. Walker pleaded for me.

But this time, there was not the slightest trace of pain or tenderness in Sebastian’s eyes.

His voice was cold. “Take her away.”

The confinement room was cold and sealed away from daylight. When the door slammed shut, Chloe looked at me smugly and mouthed, “Enjoy the surprise I prepared for you.”

In the next instant, the men holding me down surged forward together and pinned me hard beneath them.

The man on the far left shoved his hand into my wound, and I screamed.

“No, Sebastian, please let me go!”

“Sebastian!”

The man snorted. “Be a good girl and enjoy being beneath us, Mrs. Langford.”

“No!”

With my final scream, my clothes were torn completely apart.

Three hours later, the last trace of light in my eyes finally went out.

“Mr. Langford, why is Mrs. Langford screaming so badly? Aren’t you going to check on her?”

“They’re only scaring her a little with batons. How much could that hurt?”

…

“Countdown: two hours. Host, please make Sebastian another bowl of oatmeal as your final goodbye.”

After I came out of the confinement room, I went upstairs like a hollow shell.

Chloe’s breathy moans drifted out of the master bedroom.

“Sebastian, don’t move. Let me…”

When she saw my shadow fall across the half-open doorway, Chloe hurriedly said in a panicked voice.

“Lena, don’t misunderstand. I slipped in the bathroom just now, and Sebastian was only applying ointment to my ankle.”

I nodded with empty eyes.

Twenty minutes later, I called them out of the bedroom.

“You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Have some oatmeal.”

After I set the oatmeal on the table, Sebastian took a small sip.

When he lifted his eyes to look at me, his expression was indifferent. “You’ve learned your place as a mistress this quickly?”

I lowered my eyes and said nothing. I only kept drinking my own oatmeal.

“Ah!”

A sudden scream shattered the quiet at the dining table.