Book 5 He Swapped Our Baby
With His Lover’s Stillborn
Two weeks before my due date,
Andy suddenly suggested we visit a temple in a nearby city to pray for me and our unborn child, and maybe relax us a little.
I didn’t question it much, seeing the pleading look in his eyes, and agreed.
Little did I know, that very night, I went into labor early.
There wasn’t enough time to return to New York, so I had to give birth in a small clinic in the town.
When I regained consciousness after the birth, all I wanted was to see my baby.
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But all I got was Andy’s offhand remark, “We’ll have another children in the future.”
Dragging my weak body, I grabbed his shirt and demanded to know what had happened.
Andy just sat there quietly, his eyes downcast, forcing out a few words.
“The baby was born without breath.”
My child, whom I carried for ten months, was declared dead before I even got to see her.
Everything blurred in front of me, and my heart felt hollowed out.
I cried, screamed, begged to see my child one last time, even knelt before him.
Andy furrowed his brow and wiped away my
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tears.
“Don’t look. It’ll only hurt you. I’ve already taken care of it.”
I pushed him away with all the strength I had, and barely made it a few steps out of the room before collapsing from exhaustion.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the car, heading back to New York.
“Where’s my baby! I want to see my baby!”
I cried out, heartbroken, the moment I woke up, still refusing to accept the truth.
Andy pursed his lips tightly, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice:
“The baby is gone.”
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I clutched my chest, sobbing until I could hardly breathe, crying so hard that, in the end, no more tears would come.
All I wanted was for him to take me back, to let me see the child, even if it was just her lifeless body.
But all I got was, “Stop it. The body has already been cremated.”
When we got home, Andy handed me over to the nanny, Mary, and hurriedly left.
I stayed in bed for three days, without eating or drinking.
Mary brought a bowl of porridge, her eyes full of sympathy as she gently urged, “Sarah, I’m a mother too. I understand your pain, but no matter how sad you are, you can’t neglect your health.”
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At the mention of my child, I couldn’t help but shed tears uncontrollably.
That was the baby I had carried for ten months.
When I was pregnant with her, I heard her heartbeat, felt her move inside me, time and again.
I wondered if her eyes would look like mine, if her features would resemble Andy’s.
Would she be someone who smiled often or cried easily?
I had even imagined her first words–when she’d call me “Mama” for the very first time.
I pictured holding her hand as she learned to walk, buying her beautiful clothes, teaching
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her so many things about the world.
But I never even got to see her, not once, before they told me she had already been cremated.
I hated Andy. But I hated myself even more.
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