The Pregnancy That Never Was

Synopsis

To save my life, I had to become the heroine of a fertility-focused novel. Only by conceiving a child with the male lead, Don Parkinson, could I avoid dying. Eight years into our marriage, the system informed me that the baby in my womb wasn't his. Mission had failed. Once I gave birth, I would cease to exist. Don Parkinson had always been firmly anti-children. After eight years of convincing, he reluctantly agreed to IVF. I thought his compromise was love, but a month before my due date, I saw his childhood crush, Elaine Menzie, post my ultrasound on social media. It read: [Thanks to Don, I became a mom withough having to suffer.] Then, Don called me to apologize. He said, "Elaine is gravely ill. Only umbilical cord blood with her genes can save her life. I can't ignore that. "Tilda, you're healthy. We can have children in the future. "From now on, however many you want, I'll agree. Okay?" I hung up with a bitterly smile. A week later, he returned from a business trip, ready to take me to the hospital to give birth. I wasn't at home. He found an abortion notice on the table. He called me incessantly, but I only replied him with a text. It read: [Don, goodbye.]