Done Being Manipulated, I Chose to Undergo a Cryogenic Experiment

Before the New Year, I discovered that Adam, who had always been very kind to me, owned a property. I initially thought it was meant to be our new home for when we got married later in the spring.

Excited, I rushed over, only to witness him with another woman on the bed. She was gasping and the scene was shocking.

"Adam, do you think if Mia found out you deliberately got her pregnant to use the baby's cord blood to save me, how would she react?" she asked.

Adam, with a seductive look, didn't stop his actions.

"She and her unborn child are nothing compared to you," he replied.

The sounds in the room intensified and I was left trembling. I quickly dialed a number.

"Dr. Sterling, I’m willing to terminate my pregnancy and participate in a cryogenic experiment," I said, my voice shaking.

"Little Mia, are you sure? Even though you have cancer, there's still a chance..." Alan, my mentor, responded.

But my voice was firm.

"It’s okay, teacher. I've made up my mind."

After all, I had planned to end my life in a week anyway.

***

I had just signed the consent form for the abortion when Adam Sims, the biological father to my child, rushed into the hospital in a panic.

Without a word, he slapped my face, leaving a fiery red mark, then tore up the surgical notice into shreds. He screamed at me, demanding to know why I was going to terminate his child. The taste of blood exploded in my mouth.

I licked the bitter, metallic sweetness at the corner of my lips, struggling to hold back the pain in my heart as I asked him, "Were you really looking forward to this child's birth?"

Adam froze for a moment, his expression faltering. But he didn’t stop shouting, his voice filled with rage, "Even a tiger wouldn’t harm its own cub! That’s our own flesh and blood! How dare you terminate it without my consent?"

Chesley Wade, standing nearby, quickly took my hand, her eyes filled with tears. "Mia, aren't you the president of the Animal Protection Association? How could someone as compassionate as you think about ending your own child's life?"

"I believe you have your reasons. Please, tell me why."

I pulled my hand away coldly, my voice devoid of any warmth as I replied, "I won't keep this child."

"He deserves better parents and I can't bring him into this world without taking responsibility."

Hearing this, Adam let out a cold snort, his anger only growing.

"What exactly do you mean by that, Mia?"

"Just because I've been busy with work and haven’t had much time for you, does that mean you're going to assume I'm some irresponsible father?"

"I’m telling you right now, this child is going to be born, whether you like it or not!"

With that, he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me out of the room. The nurse who had rushed in to stop him was pushed to the ground by Adam.

Seeing me and Adam holding hands tightly, Chesley’s eyes flashed with jealousy. She exaggeratedly clutched her stomach and began crying out in pain.

As she seemed about to collapse, Adam suddenly shoved me toward the driver who had followed him. He quickly pulled Chesley into his arms, a look of worry and panic on his face that I had never seen before.

"Driver, take Mia home and make sure all the maids and bodyguards keep an eye on her."

"If anything happens to my child, none of you will make it out alive."

Watching him anxiously carry Chesley toward the hospital, I couldn’t help but bitterly smile.

He wasn’t incapable of feeling for others; he just didn’t feel for me.

When Adam and I first got together, we made a clear agreement to live as a child-free couple, focusing all our energy on our careers.

But his desires were always intense.

And yet, every time we were intimate, he would refuse to use protection, claiming he didn’t like the feeling of any kind of restraint.