My Contract Husband

Synopsis

Outside the delivery room, Jane Foster, my husband's grandmother, gripped her newly replaced rosewood cane so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "Congratulations! It's another boy. Both mother and child are safe," the doctor announced for the third time. Jane staggered, barely held up by Larry Williams, the butler, and through clenched teeth, she let out a hoarse, tearful cry. "Why am I still alive?" The entire hospital corridor fell silent. No one knew that this "miracle of childbirth," which nearly brought The Foster Family to the brink of collapse, began with a "bride employment contract" I signed when I had nowhere else to turn.