In order to give the terminally ill bamboo horse to leave the queen, the wife not only aborts the child, but also wants me to be a dish receiver!

My wife, three months pregnant, aborted our child against my will to make room for her childhood friend's baby because he was terminally ill.

Afterward, she calmly stated, "Ryan doesn't have much time left. Why would you argue with a dying man? I promise you, once I give birth to Ryan's baby, we can have another one of our own."

Everyone thought I was head-over-heels in love with her, convinced I wouldn't refuse and would eagerly play the pathetic step-dad.

But this time, I decisively signed the divorce papers and bought a plane ticket abroad the very next day.

I saw my ex-wife again two years later at a class reunion.

The moment she stepped into the private room, she shoved her two-year-old child into my arms, a haughty look on her face.

"Liam, you've been throwing a tantrum for two years. Isn't it time you cooled down? If you apologize to me publicly, I might give you a chance to take care of us, mother and son!"

Everyone stifled their giggles, whispering that I had gotten a good deal, a two-for-one.

But I simply flashed the wedding ring on my left hand.

"No thanks. I already have my own wife and child. No need to be a pathetic chump!"

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The moment I finished speaking, everyone in the private room froze, their shocked gazes fixed on me, before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, come on, Liam! Who doesn't know you love Serena more than life itself? When Serena had end-stage kidney disease back then, you gave her one of your kidneys. Do you really expect us to believe you'd marry someone else?"

"Exactly! Can you at least get your story straight before you spout nonsense? Who'd believe such rubbish?"

I smirked inwardly, ignoring their chatter.

It was no wonder they were shocked. I *had* been madly in love with Serena.

After her kidney disease diagnosis, I didn't hesitate to donate a kidney to her. To this day, my left kidney still aches faintly on rainy days.

I always gave her the sweetest part of the watermelon. Knowing she hated dragon fruit seeds, I'd painstakingly pick each one out with a toothpick.

Because I loved her, I even tolerated her going on dates with her childhood friend, Ryan, again and again. I tolerated her tying Ryan's tie and gently wiping his mouth right in front of me.

As long as she came home and remembered she had a husband, I was content.

Everyone knew I was a complete fool in love, beyond saving, and they instinctively assumed I was just spouting angry words earlier.

As they collected themselves, Ryan, who had been silent, picked up a bottle of wine from the table and approached me, saying casually, "Liam, I know you're still mad about what happened two years ago."

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Serena wouldn't have aborted your child to give me an heir."

"Since everyone's here today, I'll drink this bottle as an apology to you!"

He chugged the bottle, the burning liquor making him cough uncontrollably.

Serena immediately jumped up, handed her child to a nearby colleague, snatched the bot...