For Billion, I'm Desperate to Have a Baby

After three years of being in love and five years of marriage, my husband cheated on me. The reason was that I couldn't bear him a child.

He quickly demanded a divorce since his mistress was pregnant. In the depth of despair, I signed the divorce agreement, leaving the house empty-handed.

Then, unexpectedly, a system bound itself to me. It was said that God randomly chose a group of people to execute His tasks. It was like a secret organization, and only those who were selected by that system could be aware of it. Everyone's tasks were different, and the requirements of my system were as follows, offering me a billion if I helped my ex-husband carry on the family name. Otherwise, I'd face endless bad luck.

I, being defiant of such absurdity, simply brushed aside the system's task. On the very first day, I accidentally stepped on a manhole cover that flipped over and then plunged right into an electrical pit. The following day, a flower pot dropped from the sky out of nowhere and smashed my head hard. On the third day, I was actually struck by a bolt of lightning. Luckily, I managed to survive by a narrow margin.

So, I gave in to my fate... Wasn't it just helping my ex - husband with the task of carrying on the family line? The quickest way was to ensure the mistress safely delivered the baby.

I had heard that she was already four months pregnant. Just waited for another five months, and once I got a billion, I was able to bid farewell to that scumbag and his mistress for good!

But every night, my phone would alert me, "Please note, your mattress is experiencing unusual vibrations!" Who could tolerate that?

I had spent $20000 on that smart mattress when we got married, and now, post-divorce, it kept sending alerts to my phone app every night.

I was driven to the end of my tether and dialed my ex-husband's number right away, yelling at him to throw out the mattress that I had bought at once!

My ex-husband readily agreed with his mouth, but behind my back, the alerts on the app just wouldn't stop buzzing.

I was left speechless. Without a second thought, I rounded up some movers and stormed over to his place, taking charge personally to have the mattress hauled away.

The mistress, with her sickeningly sweet and two-faced words, said that they were newly-weds and just couldn't hold back for a moment. "Don't be angry with us." she said.

I warned her to take good care of her fetus and stop courting death!

My ex-husband cursed at me, calling me a jealous shrew and a narrow-minded woman. Then he added that he'd buy a better mattress later.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him and shot back, "You, a third-rate painter, can you even afford such an expensive mattress?"

Since he couldn't win the argument against me, he started hurling curses at me. He said that I couldn't have kids of my own and yet couldn't stand seeing other women giving birth. What's more, he damned me by wishing that I would never be a whole woman in my entire life!

Didn't it sound absurd that not having children meant being incomplete? He was supposed to be a top-notch graduate from an Ivy League university, but deep down, he was still so feudal-minded!

There was no way I would ever use that mattress which had been slept on by that scumbag and his mistress. So, I sold it and got 1000$.

Sure enough, second-hand stuff just didn't hold its value!

Just like me after getting divorced, in the eyes of others, I was deemed fit only for remarrying a divorced man.

Coupled with the rumors from my in-laws that I couldn't have children, the neighbors looked at me with pity.

I was an obstetrician, for goodness' sake! I knew better than anyone else whether I could have children or not. There was no doubt that the problem lay with my ex-husband.

However, he was so chauvinistic that he wouldn't budge an inch when it came to getting checked. Instead, he just pinned the blame on me.

Now that his mistress was pregnant, it was unexpected.

Just as I was wondering about all this, my ex - husband's family barged into my department in the hospital, creating a huge commotion. His mother was yelling at the top of her lungs, "Gillian, you're barren yourself and yet you're trying to make sure my son has no descendants. How could you be so wicked and heartless? It's just a mattress, yet you fight over it! If anything happens to my grandchild, you won't have a peaceful life!"

I hurried over to check it out, only to find that the fetus in the mistress's womb was in danger. In an instant, I was in a panic. Oh my! My $200 million!

"How many times have I told you guys? During pregnancy, sexual life between husband and wife should be kept in moderation. Even after getting through the dangerous first - trimester period, there are still risks. Do you even care about carrying on the family line anymore? Quick, arrange an ultrasound. I'll personally handle this patient!"

My former mother-in-law was stunned, and the onlookers were equally shocked, "Is Gillian having a breakdown?" "That's a lot to process." "Is Gillian going to take revenge?"

My ex - husband was dead set against me becoming the attending doctor for that mistress. However, the mistress, with a malicious intent to rile me up on purpose, was hell-bent on having me take charge of building her medical records and be her attending doctor.

After the examination, the mistress needed to be hospitalized for three days of observation.

My former mother-in-law kept harping on it, ordering me time and again that I must make sure this child would be safe. Whether Brett Murray could inherit his grandfather's estate or not hinged entirely on this child!

As far as I knew, Brett was an illegitimate child. His father passed away in a car accident unexpectedly. And all along, Jeff Murray had never recognized Brett as a member of the Murray family.

Now that Jeff's health was on the decline and he was longing for a grandson, the opportunity presented itself.

It was only then that I finally grasped the reason why Brett was so desperate for a child.

Eight years of love down the drain, I was utterly disillusioned!

"Don't worry. We're actually aiming for the same thing."

They were after the inheritance, while I had my eyes set on a billion. Well, all roads lead to Rome after all.