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My ex-husband, Carlos Wesley, wanted to drain my bone marrow to save his first love, Sonia Hathaway, who had leukemia. Outside the operating room, he ignored my desperate pleas and coldly signed the consent form to terminate my pregnancy. He said, "That's a malignant tumor, not a child. Lydia, how could you fake a pregnancy to avoid donating your marrow?" Under the nurses' sympathetic gazes, he gently comforted Sonia who was on the hospital bed. At that moment, my heart froze over. I later jumped from the fifth floor, whispering, "Carlos, since you said it's a tumor, I'll take my pathetic self to hell and keep it company." Five years later, at a party, Carlos bumped into a boy who looked strikingly like him. Carlos rushed forward like a madman, only for the boy to step back in disgust. The boy sneered, "Sir, stupidity is a dominant genetic trait. There's no way I'd have a father as dumb as you."