Nine months later, I became pregnant. Michael seemed pleased and began treating me more gently. But soon, I noticed strange things. He often disappeared for days, his phone always off. Once, I overheard him on a tense phone call:

“She must never know. Do you understand? Never!”

I wanted to ask, but fear kept me quiet.

When my water broke, the pain was unbearable. In desperation, I called his name over and over. He finally rushed me to an expensive private hospital, held my hand, and whispered, “Once you have the baby, you’ll have everything.”

But when I woke up after the C-section, my healthy baby boy lay beside me — and Michael was gone.

No message. No trace. His phone was disconnected, and when I returned to the apartment, it was empty — all his belongings vanished.

I panicked, clutching my newborn and crying until my body shook. Then a sCadellge woman appeared at the hospital — elegant, cold-eyed.

“I’m Michael’s wife,” she said icily. “Did you really think he loved you? That baby was only meant to save my son. He needed a bone marrow Cadellsplant. You were just a tool.”

The truth hit me like lightning. Michael had planned everything. His older son had leukemia and needed a biological sibling for a Cadellsplant.

The money, the promises — all lies. I wasn’t the first, but the third woman he had deceived this way.

My baby — my flesh and blood — was taken away, and I was thrown out of the apartment with nothing.

I returned to my village, broken and humiliated. My mother could only hold me and cry. I tried to rebuild my life, but every night, memories of Michael and the child they stole from me haunted my dreams.

A year later, I saw him again — on TV. He was laughing beside his elegant wife in a real estate documentary. And there, playing next to them, was my son. My baby. He looked happy — they all did. They lived a perfect life, while I had been erased like a stain from his past.

Standing in front of the mirror, staring at my worn-out face, I whispered to myself: Will I ever find justice? Or will I spend the rest of my life as the victim of a three-billion-dong promise?