To Save His Adopted Sister, My Fiancé Pushed Me, Three Months Pregnant, into the Arms of Our Enemy
Language: en
At my wedding, to save his adopted sister, my husband shoved me—three months pregnant—into the arms of our enemies as an apology. "This is my sincerity. You can do whatever you want with her." I didn't cry, didn't fight. I simply followed our enemies, docile as a lamb. Because in my previous life, I'd traded all my wealth for freedom, desperate to return to Liam. But I was forced to drink abortion pills, writhing in agony for three days and three nights. "Brother, those enemies were just people you hired to play a part. Alice didn't lose her virginity, so why did you insist on getting…