After my husband stole my uterus for the goddess, he regretted going crazy.

Chapter 1

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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.

โ€”It 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.