My Wife Sacrificed Our Kids For Her Lover

After losing three children in a row, Ethan Hayes's wife was pregnant again. Everyone figured he'd be more careful than ever, praying day and night for the baby to arrive safely. But when he got the news from the prenatal checkup, despair seized him, and right there, amid the horrified gasps of onlookers, he plunged a knife into Vivian Hart's stomach.

That day, the Hart family summoned the country's top medical resources. Miraculously, both lives were saved.

In the ICU, Vivian, now out of danger, pushed past everyone trying to hold her back and wrapped her trembling arms around Ethan. "Ethan, how could you do something so reckless?"

Ethan, still dazed, shoved her away. His words came out slurred, like he was in a fog. "I've already lost three children. Why can't you just leave me alone?" He lurched forward, trying to shove against Vivian's stomach. "It's better he doesn't exist at all than for you to take him away to suffer again!" His voice was thick with pain.

For five long years, Ethan had endured the loss of three children. He'd convinced himself he was cursed with a streak of bad luck. Time and time again, he'd stood outside the operating room full of hope, only to watch Vivian emerge, pale and trembling, whispering that their baby was stillborn.

The relentless blows had driven him into a deep depression, pushing him to the brink. More than once, he'd contemplated ending it all. Only Vivian's constant presence during those pitch-black nights had kept him going. Everyone praised her devotion to him—and Ethan believed it, too.

Until last week. That was when he crossed paths with Lucas Reed, Vivian's student. Lucas waved a stack of experimental data at him, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Thanks, Professor. Without your generous donation of your three kids for my research, I'd never have gotten such impressive results for my thesis."

Ethan stood frozen. His eyes locked on the report in Lucas's hand as if he'd been struck by lightning. His three children? Experiments? Thesis data? Each word stabbed into his heart like a knife.

He couldn't recall how he'd shoved Lucas aside and stumbled toward Vivian's office. But as he neared the door, voices drifted out.

"Vivian, have you lost your mind? You're seriously planning to trick Ethan into having more 'stillborn' babies just to feed Lucas's experiments?" "If he finds out you sent those three newborns straight to Lucas's lab—one ending up mentally disabled and the other two meeting tragic ends—do you think he could ever forgive you?"

An icy chill swept through him. Through the crack in the door, he saw Vivian casually examining her nails. "Lucas is my student. I'm responsible for him." "Relax. This is the last time. Once Lucas wins that award for his experiment, I'll make it up to Ethan with a healthy kid."

Her cold indifference was the last straw. In an instant, all the love they'd once shared turned into a sick joke. He snapped. He burst into the room, screaming that he'd expose Lucas and make them pay.

But he'd underestimated Vivian's influence. As a respected college lecturer, she easily twisted the story, painting him as a grief-crazed father driven insane by repeated tragedies. Lucas, meanwhile, came off as the innocent, hardworking student caught up in the mess.

Remembering it all, Ethan clenched his jaw and glared at Vivian with pure hatred. But Vivian's expression was unreadable. "Ethan, you're rambling again," she sighed, her eyes swimming with pity—like a wife tormented by her husband's anguish.

"This time, I'll be extra careful during the pregnancy. Our child will be perfectly fine." Liar! Ethan's eyes burned into her.