Chapter 3

I texted my best friend: "We need to execute the plan earlier. I can't wait anymore."

She replied with an OK emoji.

But before the next day even arrived, I was drugged in my sleep and loaded onto Sebastian's private jet, flown straight out of the country.

When I regained consciousness, I was already in a private hospital abroad. In my hazy state, I heard him coaxing another mistress over the phone.

"Alright, alright. Since you followed me all the way here, we'll have one of yours too."

Right after he hung up, another call came in. It was yet another mistress, whining because she was jealous and wanted a baby with him too.

His voice turned stern. "My children must be carried by my wife. Having you give birth to them... what would that look like?"

The girl started sobbing on the other end, and his heart softened. He relented. "I'll have Clara carry one for you too. Keep nagging me, and you'll disappear from my life forever!"

The woman on the other end laughed happily.

Hatred surged within me like a tidal wave. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I couldn't even open my eyes. My body felt as though it was weighted down with tons of stone, drowning in deep water.

But Sebastian's phone didn't stop ringing. He coaxed two more mistresses in a row.

When the doctor walked in, Sebastian instructed, "I want my wife to carry quintuplets. Can you arrange that?"

The doctor replied cautiously, "Medically speaking, there are cases of quintuplets. However, it will be extremely taxing for the mother, and the risk factor is much higher than a single pregnancy."

Sebastian didn't flinch. He simply told the doctor,

"Just get it done. Do it well, and there's a ten-million-dollar bonus in it for you."

When I finally opened my eyes, Naomi was sitting by my bed, holding a mug of steaming, dark liquid.

Since she hadn't managed to secure her place as his wife, she was taking all her anger out on me while Sebastian was away.

"I thought that even if Sebastian bounced from woman to woman, you still held some special place in his heart. I didn't expect him to treat you as nothing more than a breeding machine."

"Clara, look at how pathetic you are. You can't even have your own kids, yet you have to carry babies for his mistresses."

"He's making you carry five this time. How many will it be next time?!"

"I really didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned. Even after all this, you're still clinging to the title of Mrs. Miller."

I was too weak to even muster up the energy to be angry.

"Even if I step down, do you really think you can take my place? You think too highly of yourself."

Footsteps approached from outside. Naomi's face changed faster than a turning page. Instantly putting on the act of a caring, sweet sister, she held the mug to my lips.

"Clara, I made this drink specifically for you. I spent eight hours brewing it."

A foul, pungent smell hit my nose. I turned my head away. Before I could say a word, she suddenly threw the mug to the side and threw herself onto the floor.

When Sebastian walked in, it looked exactly as if I had pushed her down.

Sebastian's face darkened instantly. As he helped Naomi up, he barked at me,

"Clara! Are you throwing your usual jealous tantrums again?!"

He was referring to my past fights over his affairs.

Every corner of my body was consumed by raw hatred. Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I spat back,

"Yes! If you have the balls, kill me!"

He froze, clearly taken aback by how defiant and fierce I looked.

Naomi played the peacemaker, coaxing Sebastian gently.

"Sebastian, don't blame Clara. She just can't accept carrying our babies right now, so..."