Reborn to Destroy My Husband

My best friend married a billionaire, then like some charity handout, introduced me to her husband's assistant.

"You're my friend, Adrian is my husband's assistant—you two are perfect for each other!"

Just like that, Adrian was forced to marry me.

For three years after our marriage, he treated me well, doted on me beyond measure, making me believe I'd found true love.

Until I went into labor after ten months of pregnancy with massive hemorrhaging.

He said contemptuously, "This child isn't mine. Just a bastard from some homeless man. If it dies, it dies."