You, Me and Our Genius Twins

Chapter 608 Who Would Be So Cruel

Although Marcus hadn't mentioned divorce yet, he was already tired of her. What if he decided one day that he couldn't continue the marriage with her and wanted a divorce?

Given Marcus' circumstances, he could easily find a university student in her 20s if he wanted one.

They didn't even have a child together. Divorce would only require a piece of paper. The moment they tore up the divorce certificate, they would have no relationship whatsoever.

That was why she had gone to great lengths to please Marcus and Zoe.

In this marriage, she was completely powerless.

Marcus was wealthy, influential, handsome, and suave. Although he was approaching middle age, he took good care of himself and looked no older than 40 years old, which was the most charming and attractive age for a man.

And her?

Although she, too, took good care of herself and looked young, she was no longer young.

No matter how good the cosmetics and health products she used and consumed were, they couldn't retain her youth or make her look like a woman in her 20s, with a face full of collagen and youthful energy.

Moreover, they didn't even have a child together. There was no emotional bond nor an unbreakable relationship.

She was afraid.

She was afraid that Marcus would abandon her by divorcing her if he ever met a young and beautiful woman somewhere.

Because of this fear, she had tried her best to please Marcus and Zoe, not daring to let them be the least bit upset.

For this reason, she didn't hesitate to tamper with her daughter's medicine.

She gave up everything just to keep Marcus' love and prevent him from divorcing her.

But now, Marcus had left without even looking back.

She saw clear disgust and wariness in his gaze on her.

That gaze sent chills down her spine, turning her limbs cold, her hands and feet seemingly frozen, and her face and scalp tingling.

Marcus despised her. He even treated her like she was something dirty.

The seed of disgust had already been planted in Marcus' heart. He might not have mentioned divorce today, but what about the future?

Perhaps one day in the future, Marcus would feel that he had had enough of this life, that she was no

longer worthy of him. Just like all the other heartless men who abandoned their wives and married younger, beautiful women, he would divorce her.

When she married Marcus, they signed a prenuptial agreement.

Even if Marcus had a fortune, it had nothing to do with her.

If she divorced Marcus, she would get nothing.

If Marcus was more generous, she might be able to receive some alimony.

If Marcus was stingy, she might not even get a penny.

When she married Marcus, she had nothing and even brought a daughter with her. She knew that signing a prenuptial agreement would not be in her favor. Still, she had no choice but to sign it.

If she didn't, she wouldn't even have the chance to marry Marcus.

So, she signed it.

She signed the prenuptial agreement, married Marcus, and became Mrs. Lynch for over a decade. She lived a luxurious life that she had never dared to imagine before.

She was happy.

She wanted to be happy for a lifetime.

That was why she didn't want to divorce Marcus.

Everything she did after marriage was to preserve this marriage. Every day, she worked hard to grow old with Marcus.

She even tampered with her daughter's medicine for this purpose.

She gave her all and did everything to the extreme, but now, the life of a wealthy lady was slipping away from her.

She could already foresee that one day in the future, Marcus would impatiently throw a divorce agreement in front of her and force her to sign it.

The scene she imagined scared her, causing her body to spasm and her vision to go black as she fainted.

When she woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

She quickly realized that it was a hospital ward as she looked around.

As she tried to sit up, a sharp pain in her lower abdomen made her lie back down.

"Are you awake?" A nurse hurried over. "You just had surgery. You need to rest in bed. If you need anything, let me know. I'll help you."

"Surgery?" Her eyes widened, and she nervously asked, "What surgery? What happened to me?"

The nurse replied, "You had a miscarriage, you—"

"What did you say?"

Before the nurse could finish her sentence, Lydia interrupted her in a hoarse voice. "What did you just say? Miscarriage? Who had a miscarriage?"

"You had a miscarriage..."

"I had a miscarriage?" Lydia's face turned pale as she shook her head. "N-No... I wasn't even pregnant. How could I have had a miscarriage?"

Even the heavens knew how much she wanted a child with Marcus.

Since before she married Marcus, she had planned to have a child with him.

Preferably a son.

Marcus only had one daughter, Zoe, and no son.

She wanted to give birth to a son for Marcus so that she could be the greatest contributor to the Lynch Family. With this, she could firmly establish her position in the family and become the lady of the household.

The prenuptial agreement with Marcus would mean nothing if she had Marcus' child. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

As long as she gave birth to a son for Marcus, everything in the Lynch Family would belong to her son,

which was equivalent to belonging to her as well.

However, ideals were lofty, while reality was harsh.

Marcus asked her to use contraception in the first few years after they got married.

Marcus said that Zoe was too young, and he didn't want another child back then.

When Zoe entered junior high school, under her pleading, Marcus agreed to let her have a child.

But as she grew older, she tried every method but couldn't get pregnant.

She took a lot of medicine and tried many methods. However, as her menstrual cycle became irregular, the doctor said it would be difficult for her to conceive again.

She gave up hope.

But what the hell was the nurse saying now?

That she had a miscarriage?!

"You were indeed pregnant; you just didn't know," the nurse replied. "It was still in the early stages. You might have been careless, which was why you lost the pregnancy. It wasn't a complete miscarriage. You bled a lot, so the doctor performed a dilation and curettage on you—"

"Child? My child?" Lydia grabbed the nurse's clothes. "Who gave you permission to perform an abortion on me? Give me my child. Give me back my child!"

"It was your husband who requested our intervention." The nurse gently pried open her hand. "You experienced significant bleeding, and by the time you arrived at the hospital, the miscarriage had already occurred. If we hadn't performed a dilation and curettage, you would have lost your life..."

"You're lying! You're lying!" Lydia roared hoarsely, gripping the nurse once again and shaking her forcefully. "Give me my child. Give me my child!"

She had always dreamed of having a child with Marcus.

A child represented the bond between a husband and wife. As long as she could have Marcus' child, she would feel a sense of belonging in the Lynch Family and could establish her roots in the Lynch Family.

She had thought about it and yearned for it for so many years. Now that the child was within reach, they had taken it away from her.

How could they be so cruel?

The nurse continued to patiently explain to her while struggling against Lydia's hold.

Suddenly, the door swung open from outside, and Marcus hurriedly entered. As he came to the nurse's rescue, he apologized to her. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Do comfort her." The nurse sympathetically glanced at Lydia and quickly departed.

"My child… My child..." Lydia clutched onto Marcus' clothes and wailed. "Why did you allow our child to be miscarried? Why? Didn't you promise me that we could have our child..."