I Left My Pride to Build Your Throne, but You Killed Our Only Heir

In the pouring rain, Desmond carried the intern who had cut her finger.

He left me, eight months pregnant, stuck in waist-deep water overnight.

It wasn't until noon the next day that he finally called.

"Tessa is frightened. Make some calming soup and bring it to the office."

The young nurse held the IV drip, awkwardly staring at me, who was barely clinging to life after undergoing an abortion procedure.

Before I could respond, Desmond's impatient voice came through the phone.

"Didn't you always want me to name our baby? As long as you take good care of Tessa, I'll grant your wish."

My hand touched my flat belly. "Desmond, I don't need it anymore."

The line went silent for a moment before a cold laugh echoed.

"You're throwing another tantrum just because I didn't pick you up? I've already told my secretary to send you the auction bag from last month."

"No need!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "I don't want either the bag or you."

My love, along with the business empire I handed you, I'm taking it all back.

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When my mother-in-law rushed to the hospital, my face was deathly pale as I accepted the fully formed baby boy from the nurse.

I traced his facial features, which bore a striking resemblance to Desmond's and tears streamed down my face.

Couldn't bear to see me like this, Rosalie pulled me into a gentle embrace.

"My dear child, I'll have Desmond tied up and brought to you. You can hit him or scold him as you please. Just forgive him one last time, alright?"

I gently broke free from her embrace, saying without emotion.

"His heart isn't with me, so I won't force it."

From the engagement to now, I had forgiven him far too many times.

During our engagement banquet, Tessa crashed the party in a wedding dress identical to mine. However, Desmond shielded her and said casually.

"She just wanted to experience wearing a wedding dress. Why are you so angry at her?"

On our wedding day, the ring meant for me ended up on Tessa's finger. Still, Desmond said dismissively.

"You have so many nice things. Will you die without this one?"

On our wedding night, a single call from her pulled him from our bed. Then, he told me half a month later.

"Tessa just asked me to stay with her for a few days, but the title of Mrs. Grey was given to you."

Grief and disappointment welled up inside me. Looking at the lifeless infant in my arms, I no longer wanted to forgive him.

Rosalie seemed to age a decade in an instant.

She hunched over, her head drooping even lower.

"Amy, Desmond is immature. Please don't involve the Grey Family."

I looked up blankly, forcing a bitter smile.

"Back then, when the Greys were on the brink of bankruptcy, you used your life-saving favor to persuade my grandfather to help us. Then, fearing he wouldn't do his best, you begged me to marry Desmond."

"Grandpa said that as long as I was happy, the Grey Family would be happy as well. Now, it's Desmond who abandoned me and he's the one who's pushing the Grey Family into hell with his own hands."

My mother-in-law's face changed dramatically at my words. She knelt on the floor, trying to use the same tactic as three years ago to save the Grey Family.

Just then, the hospital room door was violently kicked open.

Desmond burst in like a madman. Without even looking at his mother on the floor, he reached out and grabbed me.

"All I wanted was for you to make some calming soup for Tessa and you tried to take her life? How could you be so vicious?"

Before I could react, he dragged me off the bed onto the ground.

I only focused on protecting the lifeless infant in my arms and my back slammed hard into the corner of the bed. The pain made me curl into a ball.

"Desmond, what's wrong with you? Amy just had surgery! What does Tessa's situation have to do with her?"

Rosalie hurriedly helped me up from the ground. The large scratches on my palm were shocking to behold.

Still, Desmond only glanced at her before looking away.