He Let Me Die In Labor To Save The Real Heiress
Language: en
I was about to give birth, my body wracked with contractions, yet my husband stood there, his face a mask of cold indifference, barring my entry to the delivery suite. "You don't deserve this VIP suite," Harrison said, his voice flat. I collapsed to the floor, clutching my stomach as pain tore through me. A gaggle of relatives approached, wrapping their snickers in faux whispers. "Harrison, you truly have the patience of a saint. You spent three years coaxing this counterfeit heiress to carry your child, but from now on, you'll only acknowledge the real one." Moments later, Veronica,…