The night before I gave birth, I overheard my husband secretly offer the doctor $500,000 to make sure I died during delivery so he could start a new life with his five-month-pregnant mistress. I pretended to be asleep—but by the next day, his plan had completely backfired.

“Good morning, Mrs. Bennett.”

“Good morning.”

“We need to discuss a routine consent update before your procedure.”

Daniel looked annoyed.

“What update?”

The man in plain clothes glanced at him.

“Mr. Bennett?”

“Yes.”

“Could I ask you to step outside for a moment?”

Daniel frowned.

“Why?”

“Administrative issue.”

“I’m her husband.”

The man smiled politely.

“Yes.”

“And this will only take a moment.”

Daniel looked at me.

Something flashed behind his eyes.

Suspicion.

Then he forced a smile.

“Fine.”

He left with the man.

The moment the door closed, the administrator locked it.

My whole body sagged.

She came toward me.

“Mrs. Bennett, my name is Karen Shaw.”

I nodded.

“We know about the recording.”

Tears filled my eyes.

“Is my baby safe?”

“Yes.”

“Is Dr. Hale coming near me?”

“No.”

That answer nearly broke me.

“Thank God.”

She sat beside me.

“A different medical team has already been assigned.”

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