Chapter 1

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When the real daughter came back, the Taylor Family threw me out. My fiancé, Evan, knelt before me with heartfelt devotion—

"I don't care whether your status is genuine or not; what I love is you!"

I thought I had found true love. I married Evan and, over five years, gave birth to four children.

Each child was diagnosed with a terminal illness soon after birth and was euthanized.

When our fifth child was born, I overheard Evan speaking with the butler: "Sir, are we going to falsify the test results again to euthanize the young master? This is already your fifth child with the madam..."

Under the harsh lights, Evan impatiently loosened his collar: "Rosie suffered in the countryside because of that woman and got sick. Who knew that the child's heart blood could save Rosie? Children can be born again, but there's only one Rosie..."

At that moment, I finally gave up hope and silently dialed a number...

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"Miss Taylor, we have arranged a fake-death service for you. Please be ready in advance. In three days, we will deliver 'your and your child's bodies' to Mr. Davis as per your request."

After hanging up, my eyes fell on the baby swaddled beside me.

Seeing his tender face, a heart-wrenching pain surged through me, waves of sorrow and anger crashing over me.

Just then, footsteps approached the door, and Evan entered with a stack of medical reports.

His eyes lingered on the child for a moment before he handed me the report.

"Cora, the test results for the child are out, and this time... it's another terminal illness."

"The doctor recommends euthanasia."

Looking at the densely written report, I seemed to hear the innocent cries of my previous children echoing in my ears.

Five years, four children...

Every time, I eagerly welcomed a new life, only to send my child to death myself again!

But this time, I didn't cry, didn't make a scene, nor did I break down like before, wanting to die with the child.

I calmly signed my name on the document.

Such an abnormal reaction made Evan a bit anxious and guilty.

"Cora, I know this must be very hard for you, but there's no other choice."

"We're still young; there will be another chance..."

Hearing his gentle voice, I suddenly recalled how many times he had comforted me after the children died.

Back then, I was grateful. Although fate was cruel, making me lose one child after another, at least Evan seemed worth it.

I laughed at myself, swallowing the bitterness in my throat, and asked, "Will there be another time?"

Evan panicked instantly: "Of course!"

"Cora, I promise you, no matter what, we'll have a child of our own."

"This time... should be the last time..."

Should it? As long as Rosalie Taylor doesn't let me go, as long as she turns pale and clutches her chest claiming she's unwell, I can only offer my flesh and blood again and again, letting them cut into my child's body with a scalpel, using my child's life to get that heart blood?

But alas, there won't be another time...

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