From Love to Ashes—My Husband’s Darkest Sin

When I was eight months pregnant, someone pushed me off the second floor. I crashed to the ground, pain searing through me as blood pooled around my body.

In a frenzy, my husband, Samuel, rushed me to the hospital and called in top-tier specialists for surgery. Fortunately, they managed to save the baby.

However, when I woke up, neither the baby nor Samuel was by my side.

I struggled to get up, limping and searching everywhere. It wasn’t until I reached the morgue that I overheard a conversation between Samuel and the doctor.

"Mr. Lopez, the baby was still alive. How could you smother him? He's your own flesh and blood!"

"Better for him to die early and be reborn. He never should have come into this world," Samuel coldly spat. "Xandra gave birth to our son yesterday. I promised her that our child would be the only heir of the Lopez family. I won't allow anyone to compete for the inheritance."

Upon hearing everything, I felt my blood run cold. It turned out, the happy family I dreamed of was only my delusion. The marriage I was so proud of was nothing but a cold hell.

Since that was the case, it was better to leave.

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The doctor hesitated, his expression conflicted. "But Mr. Lopez, if you plan to deceive your wife with Xandra’s child, what if she finds out?"

"Newborns all look alike. She won’t notice. I’ll take the baby over later," Samuel answered flatly. "Dispose of the body properly. And give me the sterilization drug you have at your hospital. I’ll feed it to Lydia."

The doctor was stunned and exclaimed urgently, "Mr. Lopez, you’ve already killed your wife’s child to bring Xandra’s into the family. Why do you still want to sterilize her? Isn’t that too cruel?"

The chill from the morgue seemed to spill outside, yet Samuel’s words were even colder.

"I promised Xandra that I’d ensure our child never suffers in this life, and there will be no other siblings competing for his affection. Even though she’s someone else’s wife now, I want her to feel at ease."

The doctor appeared reluctant as he continued, "Mr. Lopez, I must warn you, this sterilization drug is still in the research stage and hasn’t undergone clinical trials. The side effects are severe. Can you really bear this?"

Samuel paused and sighed. "I have no choice. Lydia will wake up soon, and if we perform a hysterectomy now, it’ll raise her suspicions."

"She’ll have to endure it. I’ll compensate her later, but I cannot allow Lydia to get pregnant again."

Just then, Samuel’s phone rang. He hit the speaker button, and a man’s excited voice echoed through the morgue.

"Mr. Lopez, I’ve received the five million. Don’t worry; I’ll leave New York immediately. I won’t let your wife know you were the one who had her pushed down the stairs. Hehe."

At that moment, footsteps approached.

Ignoring the pain in my leg, I staggered back to the ward.

Thinking of my dead child, I clutched my chest, trying to hold in the anguish as tears fell on my bandaged leg.

So, it wasn’t an accident that I was pushed down the stairs. It was my dear husband clearing obstacles for the woman he loved and their child.

My child was saved, but he was smothered to death by his biological father!

To Samuel, we—mother and child—were nothing but stumbling blocks.

"Lydia, you’re awake?"

Samuel walked in holding a baby and sat beside me with a smile. "Look at our child. Doesn’t he look just like us?"

"Honey, thank you for giving birth to such a cute son. I’ll be a great dad." He grinned.

I looked at the baby peacefully sleeping in his arms, and my heart ached.

Samuel was wrong. No mother could mistake her own child. The baby’s eyebrows and eyes resembled his, but his nose and chin were nearly identical to Xandra’s.