My Husband Killed Our Baby Novel by WriterLola _ Novel




My Husband Killed Our Baby Chapter 01

Inside the private room, no one ever dared to spoil the fun at a gathering hosted by the golden boy of Kingston's, Alexander Sterling.
Tonight was to celebrate his "sweet niece"—Chloe Montgomery—finally returning fully recovered from abroad.
At this moment, the game of "Never Have I Ever" had reached its third round, and the atmosphere was heating up.
The young heirs wrapped their arms around their dates, grinning as they tossed out all sorts of absurd claims: "I once lost eighty million in a single night in Las Vegas," "I once dated ten girls at the same time"...
When it was Chloe's turn, she suddenly sat up straight, her gaze drifting lightly over the crowd.
"I have an estate with only my name on the deed."
"Uncle Alexander bought it for me. He said the climate there is nice, perfect for my recovery."
The private room fell silent for a moment.
Everyone's peripheral vision subconsciously darted toward Eleanor Montgomery.
Who in their circle didn't know that Eleanor and Alexander were once the fairy-tale couple everyone envied, tying the knot after years of being deeply in love.
Eleanor, heartbroken over her brother's early death, took in her young, sickly niece Chloe to raise within the Sterling family.
But who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, Eleanor owned none of the Sterling family's assets. Even the marital home they currently lived in only had Alexander's name on the deed.
Eleanor lowered her eyelashes and calmly folded down one finger.
Someone let out a dry laugh to smooth things over.
"Keep going, keep going! Chloe's flex is too ruthless, none of us have an estate in the South of France!"
After a few rounds of harmless jokes, it was Chloe's turn again.
Chloe spoke again, and this time, she stared straight at Eleanor: "I once hovered between life and death on an operating table. And the man who signed my surgery consent form, to ensure my absolute safety, didn't hesitate to requisition the only bag of Rh-negative blood in the entire hospital. Even if..."
She paused for a moment, a smirk curling the corner of her lips, "Even if at the exact same time, in another emergency room of the same hospital, a woman was hemorrhaging from a miscarriage and desperately needed that bag of blood to save her life."
......
With a soft "clink," someone knocked over a wine glass.
A deathly silence filled the private room.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
This was the deepest, darkest taboo of the Sterling family.
Two years ago, Chloe ruptured her spleen in a car accident, and Eleanor accidentally missed a step and fell down the stairs.
Both were rushed to the emergency room at the same time, but there was only one bag of the rare blood type left in the blood bank.
Alexander gave that bag of blood to Chloe without a second thought.
On that day, Eleanor lost her five-month-old baby, and due to hemorrhagic shock, she suffered severe postoperative complications and had half of her uterus removed.
Outsiders only thought it was a cruel coincidence, but only Eleanor knew it wasn't.
That day, she had found secretly taken photos of Chloe under Alexander's pillow, and written on the back of the photos were the words: "Chloe, I will protect you for the rest of your life, even if the person standing by your side in the end isn't me."
It was then she realized that Alexander fell asleep every night lusting over Chloe's photos.
Looking at those photos, Eleanor trembled all over, and in a daze, she missed a step on the stairs.
And her husband, receiving a call that his niece had crashed her car in a lovesick madness, didn't even spare a glance at her lying in a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs before rushing out of the house.
"Aunt Eleanor, why aren't you folding your finger?"
Chloe tilted her head, breaking the dead silence: "Could it be that Auntie has also experienced such a moment of being firmly chosen?"
Alexander, sitting at the head of the table, finally frowned.
His fingers holding the cigar paused slightly, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping toward Chloe, reprimanding her in a low voice: "Chloe, stop messing around."
Though his tone carried a hint of reproach, it was mostly filled with indulgence and helplessness.
He turned his head to look at Eleanor in the corner, his frown deepening.
In Alexander's subconscious, Eleanor was bound to stand up next with red eyes, throwing a hysterical fit and ruining everyone's mood.
She was always like this, completely lacking the grace of a prominent family's matriarch, always clinging stubbornly to the past.
"It's just a game, don't look so lifeless."
Alexander's voice revealed undisguised annoyance: "Chloe just returned from abroad. As her aunt, you should be a little more magnanimous."
Eleanor slowly raised her head, meeting Alexander's deep and cold eyes.
Her gaze was so calm, without even the slightest ripple of emotion.
"A little more magnanimous."
Eleanor silently chewed on those words, suddenly letting out an incredibly light chuckle.
In their three years of marriage, Alexander had once cherished her at the very center of his heart.
He would cancel billion-dollar multinational meetings just because she casually mentioned wanting to see the ocean, driving her through the night to feel the sea breeze;
When she fell ill with a fever, he would be so anxious his eyes turned red, guarding her bedside without ever stepping away, even testing the medicine's temperature himself before feeding it to her.
Serena Waldorf had truly been loved by him so passionately and unreservedly.
She had always firmly believed that Alexander's love for her was the most indestructible fortress in this world.
Until that tragic car accident happened.
Only then did she completely understand that this love, when faced with the niece he kept hidden deep in his heart, was nothing but a fragile joke.
She didn't even have the right to fight for it.
"What's wrong, Auntie?"
Chloe looked at the smile on Eleanor's lips: "Are my stakes too high for Auntie to match?"
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Eleanor to lose control and throw a fit just like she had those past few times.
However, Eleanor merely swept her gaze across the crowd, finally letting it rest back on Chloe.
"You are absolutely right."
Eleanor's voice was as soft as a gentle breeze: "A moment of being firmly chosen—I truly have never had that.
So, in this round, I lost."
She bit her lip in feigned reluctance, then immediately flashed that innocent, naive smile again: "Since Auntie lost, according to the rules, you have to accept a punishment."
The wealthy young heirs in the private room exchanged glances, none of them daring to blindly join the jeering.
That surgery had not only taken away the Sterling family's child but also turned Eleanor into a fragile patient over the years, unable to touch a single drop of alcohol—this was an unspoken truth within their circle.
Chloe acted as if she were completely oblivious to all this. She picked up a glass of high-proof whiskey from the table, pushed it in front of Eleanor, and said coquettishly: "I won't make things difficult for Auntie. Just drink this glass, and we'll consider this round settled. Uncle, what do you say?"
Alexander looked at the strong liquor, his brows furrowing slightly.
He knew Eleanor's physical condition; after that massive hemorrhage, the doctors had repeatedly warned that she absolutely must not touch alcohol.
"Chloe, she can't drink."
Alexander said in a deep voice, reaching out to take the glass away.
Chloe pressed her hand against the wine glass, her eyes instantly turning red: "Uncle Alexander, do you think I'm going too far?
I just wanted to play a joke on Aunt Eleanor to lighten the mood... I've been getting treatment abroad for so many years, facing nothing but cold machines every day..."
By the end of her sentence, her voice was choked with sobs.
Alexander's movements froze.
He looked at Chloe's pale face, withdrew his hand, and turned to look at Eleanor.
"It's just a glass of liquor."
"Chloe just got back today, don't make her unhappy. Drink it, and let bygones be bygones between you two."
"Let bygones be bygones?"
Eleanor looked at the perfectly in-sync man and woman before her, the last glimmer of light in her eyes quietly extinguishing.
The people around looked at Eleanor with sympathy or the mocking amusement of spectators, but absolutely no one cared whether she lived or died.
But Eleanor neither cried nor made a scene.
She just calmly picked up that glass of strong liquor under Alexander's slightly stunned gaze.
"Alright."
She tilted her head back and downed the spicy, throat-burning liquid in one gulp.
Eleanor fought back the burn, slamming the empty glass upside down on the table with a crisp clink.
She raised a hand to wipe the liquor stain from the corner of her mouth and flashed a smile at Chloe: "I've downed this glass. Since it's a game, it's my turn now, right?"

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