They Took My Uterus While She Took My Place in His Bed novel Chapter 3

Only that he carried me through the city, all the way to the hospital.

When I woke up, he was beside me, bruised and battered.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"Because I love you," he said, grinning like an idiot.

"Charlotte, if I love you, I have to protect you."

Tears blurred my vision.

Liam panicked, thought I was in pain.

I shook my head.

"Just promise me one thing," I whispered.

"Never let me near strawberries again."

He swore he never would.

And for fifteen years, he kept that promise.

Until now.

I grew up in the slums—there was no way the Bennetts would ever accept me.

His mother found me the very next day.

She handed me a check, promised to help me transfer schools, and even offered to deal with my alcoholic father.

As long as I left Liam, she would give me anything I wanted.

But Liam fought back.

He went on a hunger strike for a whole week, refusing to eat or drink until his body gave out.

His mother, heartbroken, finally relented.

To be worthy of him, I threw myself into my studies, working tirelessly until I got into the same college as him.

I became his most trusted partner.

His mother eventually gave in and accepted our relationship.

We graduated, went abroad for further studies.

With our families' blessings, we had a beautiful wedding.

It should have been a smooth, happy life.

Even though I could never give Liam a child, which made Mrs. Bennett uneasy,

she held her tongue since I was actively seeking treatment.

Then, a month ago, I finally got pregnant.

Leaving sooner was the best thing for both me and Liam.

"Understood. We can arrange it for today."

"But you should inform a family member."

"It's still a major surgery, and you'll need someone to take care of you afterward."

I shook my head.

"I don't have family anymore."

The doctor looked surprised, but I didn't explain. I just left the office.

As soon as I stepped outside, my phone rang.

It was Liam.

"Where are you?"

"Get home and clean up the master bedroom. Olivia's moving in."

"She's been having nightmares."

"That room is familiar to her from when she was little."

"Do it yourself. I don't have time."