My Husband Fed My Mother Poison to Protect His Pregnant Ex

After my third prenatal checkup alone, Ferdinand Sanchez called out of nowhere.

“Get rid of the baby. My first child should be Deborah's.”

“We're married. We can always have more later.”

I thought I'd misheard. I rushed home to get a straight answer.

Instead, through the crack in the door, I heard him cooing at Deborah Harding：

“The stunt you pulled at the wedding, spreading those rumors? I barely managed to cover for you. Don't be so reckless next time.”

Then came Deborah's voice, syrupy and coy：