APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
My Husband Killed Our Unborn Baby to Save his Beloved Woman Novel Cover

My Husband Killed Our Unborn Baby to Save his Beloved Woman

Three years after Theo Hayes and I got married, I finally conceived his baby. Yet, around Valentine's Day, he personally performed an abortion on me. With reddened eyes, he told me that my heart couldn't withstand the burden of pregnancy. I was consumed with guilt and felt my body was not good enough and disappointed in Theo's deep love for me. Behind a curtain, Theo was washing the blood from his hands. "Theo, actually, if Dolores's current health is meticulously nurtured, there's a chance she could give birth to the baby. Why did you insist on..." "I need the umbilical cord blood," Theo said coldly. "Teresa's condition requires a stem cell transplant from newborn umbilical cord blood. Dolores's child is the best source, but a full-term delivery is too slow. Teresa can't wait so long. So... I expedited the fetus's growth and induced labor at five months. Although the baby won't survive, the cord blood can be used. Dolores wasn't going to live long anyway. It will be her final contribution to the Powell family that we used her baby to save Teresa. Don't let Dolores know I expedited the fetus and induced it. Just tell her it was a stillbirth." Dolores closed her eyes in despair, and tears streamed uncontrollably. Her husband, Theo, killed their baby and even drained the last value from it. He just used the baby's umbilical cord blood to save Soren Powell, my half-sister.
Chapters
share

Chapter 5

I stared wide-eyed in terror. "I have heart disease... A bone marrow extraction could be fatal for me!"

My heart was already on the brink of failure.

If I underwent a bone marrow puncture, the excruciating pain and loss of blood production would surely end my life!

"You won't die." Theo looked at me coldly. "I'm a doctor. I know what I'm doing. Even if you die, it's because you owe Teresa."

Then he said to his people, "Take her to get blood drawn for matching."

Two bodyguards rushed in and dragged me out.

I struggled desperately, and my nails left bloody marks on the floor. "Theo! I'm a human being, not an animal! I'm your wife! How can you treat me like this?"

Theo stood still and tidied the tie I had disheveled. His eyes were icy. "From the moment you caused Teresa's rejection, you were not worth being my wife. You're nothing but a means to pay for your sins."

No matter how I cried or how I pleaded with him, Theo didn't change his mind. Even though the veins on the back of my hand collapsed and made it impossible to insert a needle, even when the nurse couldn't bear it and said that drawing blood like that could kill me, Theo remained indifferent.

He even personally extracted a tube of blood from my jugular vein.

The syringe was filled with my bright red blood.

That was my life.

After he drew my blood, he took away my phone and locked me back in that dark and damp room.

There was no water or food for me.

In the darkness, I curled up in a corner, trembling.

I used to think that even if the world abandoned me, at least Theo would stand by my side.

Now I understood

that the deepest wound came from him!

The storeroom had no windows. I couldn't distinguish day from night.

Only a sliver of light through the gap in the door reminded me that time was passing.

My medication had long run out.

The symptoms of heart failure began to worsen.

It felt like a heavy stone pressed on my chest. Each breath consumed all my strength.

My lungs made a wheezing sound.

I knelt on the floor and gasped for air.

My nails dug into the gaps between the floorboards, and my fingertips were bloody.

A document was slipped through the door gap.

In the faint light, I could make out the words. It was a "Voluntary Bone Marrow Donation Agreement."

Outside, the sound of high heels striking the floor echoed, crisp and pleasant.

I heard Teresa's voice. "Dolores, don't be stubborn." She laughed coquettishly and said in a smug tone. "As long as you sign it, Theo will let you out. So he still cares about you. He is afraid you'll starve in there."

I shook with rage.

Using every last ounce of strength, I crawled to the door and pounded on it with my fists. "Get out! You're dreaming! I'd rather die than save you, you devil!"

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

Then Teresa's aggrieved voice was heard. "Theo, look, Dolores... She'd rather die than save me..."

Theo's cold voice echoed. "Since she's so stubborn, let her come to her senses. Turn off the heating in the room." When she signs, turn it back on."

It was the season of late spring chill, with freezing cold nights.

When the heating stopped, the room became cold quickly.

Cold was the worst enemy of heart conditions.

In less than half an hour, the severe blood vessel constriction triggered intense angina.

I curled into a ball from the pain, and my teeth bit into my lips.

My consciousness began to blur.

In a daze, I seemed to see my unborn baby.

He was only as large as a palm, covered in blood. He was floating in the air and waving at me. "Mom... Mom, it's so cold... Mom... why did Dad kill me..."

Tears flowed uncontrollably. "Baby... I'm sorry... It's because I am not strong enough..."

I mustered my last bit of strength to grab a vase and smash it against the door. "Help... Help me... Theo... it's hurts..."

The sound outside wasn't footsteps but the servant's mocking laughter. "Why are you shouting?" "Theo says no one will take care of you, even if you scream yourself hoarse if you don't sign it. Do you really think you're Theo's wife? You're nothing but a spare part for harvesting."

Despair engulfed me like a tide.

I knew I was on the brink of death.

But I didn't want to die.

I wasn't attached to this world, but I was unwilling to accept the fate.

Why should I have to suffer like this?

I was born illegitimate, a disgrace, but it wasn't my choice.

Why must I endure the pain of losing my baby?

Why must I endure my husband's betrayal?

Why must I give up my bone marrow, my life, to Teresa, who had taken everything from me?

I couldn't think it through.

Even if I turned into a vengeful ghost, I wouldn't let them off!

Keep Watching!
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to continue reading
Unlock All Episodes
Open the Official Website

You may also like

Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner Novel Cover
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
Captured By The Obsessive Billionaire King Novel Cover
7.8
Helen was finally brought back to the luxurious Gallagher estate as their long-lost blood relative. But her new family didn't welcome her; they looked at her with undisguised disgust. The matriarch mocked her stench of poverty, while her step-sister Candice treated her like a feral animal. The patriarch, Fredy—who had built his empire by betraying Helen's mother—tried to break her spirit. He blackmailed Helen into attending a high-society gala by threatening to cut off her grandmother's medical funds. At the gala, Candice squeezed into a diamond-encrusted gown, desperate to seduce the guest of honor, Damian Montgomery. Damian was the most powerful man in New York, and he was currently tearing the city apart looking for a mysterious woman named Jane. Overhearing this, a sick, greedy smile spread across Candice's face. She planned to impersonate Jane to claim Damian's wealth and completely crush Helen under her heel. "Hide in the corner tonight. Don't you dare try to speak to anyone important!" They all thought Helen was just a helpless, uncultured country girl they could easily manipulate and step on to secure their stolen legacy. What they didn't know was that Helen was the real Jane. She was the lethal shadow who had saved Damian in the woods, shattered his grip, and robbed his highly guarded vault just the night before. Helen calmly adjusted her simple black dress and stepped into the ballroom, ready to tear their stolen world apart.
Chained to the Devil Novel Cover
9.0
Elena’s life shatters when her father’s massive debts force her into a cold arrangement with Dante, the lethal heir to a criminal dynasty. Trapped in his dangerous world, she becomes a pawn in a brutal power struggle where loyalty is scarce. As they navigate a landscape of betrayal and violence, an unexpected spark ignites between the captive and her tormentor. Elena must find a way to survive the darkness or be consumed by the devil himself.
Claimed by three Alphas Novel Cover
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
From Mafia Pawn To The Don's Queen Novel Cover
9.2
It wasn't a gun, but the pen in my hand was going to end my life just the same. Liam, the man I was supposed to marry in a month, pointed to the tablet on his desk. It showed a live feed of my mother’s hospital room. "Sign the confession, Ava," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Take the fall for the embezzlement. Or the funding for her ventilator stops in ten seconds." My heart hammered against my ribs. The crimes weren't mine. They belonged to Chloe, his mistress. But Liam Valenti, the Underboss of New York, was sacrificing me to save her. "She's fragile," he said casually, adjusting his silk cuffs. "She can't handle prison. You're strong. You'll survive." With tears blurring my vision, I signed the document. I signed away my career as a lawyer and my freedom to save my mother. Liam snatched the paper like a prize. He didn't offer comfort. He just smirked. "Good girl. The wedding is still on, of course. You'll look beautiful in the ankle monitor." He walked out to celebrate with his mistress, thinking he had won. Thinking he owned me. But he forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just his fiancée. I was the one who laundered his money. I knew where every body was buried—literally and financially. The moment the door clicked shut, I stopped crying. I pulled out a burner phone and opened an encrypted app. I wasn't going to jail. I was going to war. I typed three words to the one man Liam feared most. "Execute Protocol Zero."
I AM THE LUNA QUEEN  Novel Cover
8.5
went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen. One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn't. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don't remember, and the King I'm bound to doesn't love me-he loathes me. They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me. Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I'll kneel, he's about to learn what a true Queen is made of.