I Refuse to Be the Heir's Blood Bag

On the 300th day of my marriage to Aaron Hill, he routinely fed me expensive progesterone medication every day.

He promised me affectionately that as long as I safely gave birth to the Hill family's first grandson, I—an orphan who grew up in an orphanage—would finally become the respected Mrs. Hill.

I had always believed that he was working hard for our shared future, that this was proof of his deep love for me.

Until I accidentally overheard his private conversation with his lawyer, John Davis, in the study.

"Wendy Bailey may be of lowly status, but she has a strong body. Using her as a breeding vessel, my child will surely be healthy."

"After she gives birth, we'll fake postpartum depression and send her to a mental institution. We keep the child—it's a sure win, isn't it?"

John mentioned a name at that moment: Aria Clark.

The instant he heard that name, Aaron's voice immediately softened.

"Aria has been pampered since childhood. How could I bear to let her suffer through something as dangerous as childbirth?"

In that moment, the beautiful dream of marriage I had woven with everything I had shattered into pieces.

I pulled back my hand frozen in mid-air, touched my swollen belly, turned around and called the private clinic I had already contacted.

"Doctor, the abortion procedure—when's the earliest you can do it?"

Chapter 1

After hanging up,

I calmly walked to the vanity and pulled open the drawer.

All the jewelry Aaron had given me, along with their boxes, I threw into the trash can at my feet.

The bedroom door opened.

Aaron wrapped his arms around me from behind, but his hands moved past my waist to rest on my swollen belly.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"The doctor said your condition is good, but you still need more rest. Don't affect the baby."

His tone was gentle, like a perfect husband.

I forced down the churning in my stomach and didn't expose him.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I want to go to my prenatal checkup alone."

Aaron's hand suddenly froze.

"No."

"There's an important dinner tomorrow. You need to come with me."

I frowned.

"The doctor said I've been showing signs of miscarriage recently. I shouldn't go to those social events."

Aaron got up, pulled out a dress from the closet, and threw it on the bed.

"Just show your face."

"Everyone in our circle knows I'm about to have an heir. If you don't go, what will people think of me?"

"Put it on. Don't make me say it twice."

He didn't care at all whether that tight dress would squeeze my belly.

He only cared whether I, this "breeding vessel," could perfectly display his trophy to the outside world.

The dinner the next evening.

Aaron's friends looked me up and down.

"Mr. Hill is so lucky. Women who grew up in orphanages really do have strong bodies—got pregnant so easily."

"Exactly. We haven't seen this kind of story—climbing up to a rich man through pregnancy—in our circle for a while."

"Wendy's figure, still so sexy even pregnant. No wonder Mr. Hill's been having such a good time every night."

The men's dirty jokes were completely unrestrained.

I looked at Aaron beside me.

Not only did he not defend me, he actually chuckled.

"Being able to give me a son is her good fortune."

My heart grew even colder.

Just then, the door to the private room suddenly burst open.

A woman in a white dress stumbled in.

It was Aria.

Aaron's first love.

Her eyes were red.

"Aaron, there's a drunk man outside. He ran into me."

Aaron's expression changed instantly.

He strode over and pulled Aria behind him.

"Who dares to hurt you?"

Outside the door, a man reeking of alcohol cursed as he walked over.

"You bitch, you bumped into me and dare to run!"

The man was holding half of a broken glass bottle and threw it at Aria.

I instinctively stepped back, trying to dodge.

But at that moment, to protect Aria behind him, Aaron reflexively grabbed me and pulled.

The broken glass pierced my arm.

Blood immediately gushed out.

I clutched my arm as sharp pain hit me.

Aaron didn't even glance at me.

He was softly comforting Aria in his arms.

"It's okay, Aria. Don't be scared. I'm here."

People around quickly moved forward to restrain the drunk man.

Only then did Aaron turn his head and glance at my bleeding arm.

"It's just a small wound. Go to the bathroom and bandage it yourself."

"Don't dirty the carpet. You still need to toast later."

His tone was like he was dismissing a dog.

I gritted my teeth and walked out of the private room.

As I passed the lounge at the end of the hallway, the door was slightly ajar.

Aria's sweet voice came from inside.

"Aaron, you brought her today—are you really planning to make her your wife?"

"After she has the baby, will you not want me anymore?"

Aaron chuckled softly.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking?"

"She's nothing but a breeding vessel."

"Once she's on the delivery table, she dies after giving birth."

"The position of Mrs. Hill will always be yours."

I stood outside the door, listening to the flirting sounds from inside.

I took out my phone and opened the number with no name saved.

"Doctor, the sooner the surgery, the better."