Seven Years a Shadow: The Stand-In's Escape novel Chapter 93

Kevin's arrival in my life was like a light in my dark world, giving me hope for living, showing me the meaning of life.

But he also gave me the greatest blow, teaching me how complex human nature can be. Even if you love someone to the core, it still doesn't stop them from betraying you.

He even cruelly had my uterus removed just so another woman's child could inherit the legacy.

In the afternoon, I went to the hospital for an examination. The results confirmed what I already knew—my uterus was gone.

Although I had known the truth for a while, seeing the test results still made my heart twist in pain.

On the first day after we got married, I told Kevin that I really liked children and hoped we could have our own.

At the time, Kevin smiled warmly and hugged me, saying he had wanted a child with me for a long time, but was afraid I wouldn't like the idea, so he hadn't brought it up.

But fate is cruel. I have a difficult time getting pregnant. For the first four years of our marriage, no matter how hard Kevin and I tried or how much I focused on improving my health, we couldn't conceive.

I blamed myself, crying often in the middle of the night. Kevin would hold me and comfort me, sincerely telling me that having a child wasn't important. As long as I was happy and could stay with him, that was enough.

His tone was carefree, as if he truly didn't mind. But I could see the disappointment in his eyes—he wanted a child even more than I did.

But after our persistent efforts, we finally got pregnant with our first child in June of this year.

When I found out I was pregnant, it felt like fireworks were exploding in my world, and I was ecstatic.

I couldn't wait to share the news with Kevin, but he wasn't as happy as I had imagined. There was even a hint of sorrow in his expression.

At that time, I didn't understand. I thought he was upset because something had gone wrong at work. It wasn't until now that I realized he was afraid that my child would take the inheritance rights from Wendy's child once born.

Then, later on, I miscarried, and the child I had been looking forward to was lost.

During that time, I fainted from crying several times, while Kevin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking back, he must have been praying for my child to be gone.

Now, part of me feels relieved that the child didn't make it, because being born into a family where the father didn't love him—it's unbearable to imagine how difficult it would have been for him.