The Barren Wife's Cold Hearted Revenge

arriages, clinging to the hope of sta

ow, had orchestrated every loss. They needed the unique ste

h miscarriage, they left me barren, my womb removed to save my life.

rincess. They had no idea they had j

pire to the ground, leaving them with n

pte

nor

Dr. Evans smiled, her words a soft melody i

. This was it. The eighth time. Eight years, seven heartbreaks, but t

er smile fading slightly. "But Eleanor, given your history, this

, a stark warning against the joy swelling in my chest. But I pushed i

Joshua. I had to tell him right now. He'd been so supportive through all the losses, holdi

s connections, my endless belief, my relentless pushing of his vision. I rushed past the sleek glass doors, my heart thrumming with anticipation. It was still

miliar one. Harlow. My adoptive sister. A pang of annoyance, but I dismissed it. She often visite

hua?" Harlow's voice, laced with a swee

rknob. The last one? Wha

ody can't handle another loss." Joshua's tone was dismi

frantic bird trapped in a cage. I pressed myself again

my pregnancy is progressing nicely." Harlow chuckled, a sound that made my skin craw

bled in my mind, refusing to form a coherent thought.

ly potent, especially from a mother with Eleanor's unique genetic markers. It's the only way to save our son, H

. Joshua. My husband. My best friend. The man who had held me th

rms, believing his sorrow was genuine. Believing he loved me. He had used me. Used my body as an incubator, a factory for his

d in my hand. It felt like a cruel joke. A sick, twisted irony. Thi

slipped medication, the "accidental" fall, the sudden, unexplained bleeding. He had always been there

ans to an end. A resource. A stepping stone to his a

ssing my hand over my mouth to stifle the screams threatening to erupt. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter. This wasn't g

e door. Harlow was leaning against Joshua, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. They were laughing. Sharing a moment of intimacy, a moment bui

red, her voice dripping with venom.

lways been easy to manipulate. Benjamin's sheltered princess. She paved th

r. The tears stopped. I wasn't just a victim

the voice recorder, my heart pounding a furious rhythm against my ribs. Click. The red light glowed. I ste

floors below, I let out a guttural scream that was swallowed by the hum of the engine. The positive

had painted a picture of regret, of wanting to reconnect. I, a naive young woman starved for connection, had fallen for i

away, a white flag of surrender to a past that was no

Benjamin. He had always warned me about Joshua, about the glint in his eye, the am

out, my voice

ble." His voice was warm, concerned. The genuine co

es. For Harlow. For their child." The words tumbled out,

lled fury in his voice. "I knew it. I

ery tear I cried. For every lie." My voice was cold now, devoid of emotion. "I want to rui

eanor. I'll make arrangements. You just focus on yourself.

... this is my strength. My reason. I will do this. For them.

erent kind of energy now. Not fear, but purpose. The game