After my husband stole my uterus for the goddess, he regretted going crazy.
Chapter 1
I hadn't had my period for three months, so I eagerly rushed to the hospital for an ultrasound.
The doctor stared at my results for a long moment, then looked up, utterly shocked. "Miss Stella, you don't have a uterus!"
My first reaction was denial. "How could I not have a uterus? My periods were always normal before; they just suddenly stopped three months ago."
The doctor checked my records on the computer. "Three months ago, you had a hysterectomy."
A hysterectomy?
I immediately shook my head. "No, three months ago, I had an appendectomy!"
"The surgical record clearly states 'hysterectomy,' and your husband's signature is on the consent form."
Refusing to give up, I pleaded with the doctor to retrieve the consent form from that time.
\[Patient: Stella Anderson, Procedure: Hysterectomy]
At the bottom, Liam's signature was bold and sweeping.
โIt was undeniably his handwriting.
I was still reeling from the shock when the doctor suddenly discovered something else on her computer.
"Your husband's name is Liam Anderson, right?"
"Yes."
"He just accompanied another woman for a prenatal check-up. Her name is Chloe Miller. Do you know her?"
I did know her.
A year ago, when Liam was in a car accident, Chloe was the one who saved him.