Chapter 2

Ever since we got married, Hubert had been drawing my blood every month under the pretense of routine checkups. And every month, without fail, he would arrange a lavish feast filled with nourishing foods.

I used to think it was his act of love.

Now that I had known the truth that he could care less about me, everything changed. I knew he was just making sure my body could keep producing enough blood… for my twin sister, Neel.

I let out a bitter smile. “I don’t want to eat this anymore.” After a pause, I looked up at him. “Besides, after all these years of checkups, nothing’s ever been wrong with me. Hubby… can I stop the blood tests now?”

Hubert frowned slightly, but the look of displeasure quickly disappeared as he reached out and gently cupped my face. His fingers lingering as if savoring the touch.

“Baby, your body has been weak ever since your injury. These checkups are absolutely necessary. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together—you have no idea how important you are to me. I won’t let you take any risks.”

If the past me heard that, I’d probably would have been touched to the point of tears. But now that I knew the real meaning behind his words, my heart felt like it was sinking into a bottomless pit.

Just as Hubert was about to feed me, his phone rang. He answered, and in an instant, his eyes lit up. His voice carried a trace of excitement.

“Baby, something urgent just came up at the hospital—I have to go. Be good and eat all your supplements, okay? Hubby will check when he gets back."

I nodded obediently, but the moment he walked out the door, I swept everything on the table straight into the trash.

I then headed to the study, ready to copy the video onto a drive—until a notification popped up on my phone.

Neel had just posted on her social feed.

[What’s it like to have a childhood sweetheart who loves you more than life itself? Huge thanks to Huub for booking out an entire hospital just for me and bringing in the country’s top postpartum care team!