Chapter 1

The day I went into labor, I was wheeled into the delivery room, only to find my husband, Liam Hayes's childhood friend, Chloe Miller, was there to deliver my baby.

She was wearing a tight, suggestive nurse uniform, holding a toy syringe, and posing for the camera.

I was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. I forced myself to sit up and looked around.

The entire delivery room was rigged with cameras, but there wasn't a single professional obstetrician.

My husband, Liam Hayes, stood by the operating table, reassuring me, "Chloe is an actress. She's been working hard to land a role as a midwife in a film. Just let her practice on you one more time."

My lips trembled in shock. I shook my head desperately, pleading, as blood drenched the bedsheets beneath me.

But he ignored me, pointing his camera at Chloe. "Go ahead, no one will come in to disturb your performance."

Chloe couldn't even tell the surgical instruments apart, constantly simpering for the camera.

"Scarlett, don't be scared, I'm here. I won't cause you to miscarry like the last two times."

Excruciating pain ripped through my body. I struggled to grab Chloe's hand. "Get, get a doctor..."

She shrieked and threw herself into Liam's arms. "Ew, Liam, my hands are all bloody! It's disgusting, I'm so scared!"

He shielded Chloe, glaring at me with a look of disgust. "Scarlett, are you doing this on purpose? Can't you just cooperate with Chloe to finish this performance?"

Performance? I was enduring a woman's most painful moment, yet they blamed me for not cooperating.

The next second, Chloe walked towards me with a syringe. "An injection of this will keep you from moving around."

I widened my eyes in terror. They ignored my desperate pleas, injecting the anesthetic into my body.

When I woke up again, the baby in my belly was gone. I cried until I couldn't breathe...

I made up my mind to call the police. I would personally make sure they rotted in prison.