📖🔥He Showed No Mercy When I Gave Birth🔥👉👉
All I did was call Adrian Sterling, my own husband, "honey." That was enough to make Rosalie Sullivan snap. She was his late brother's widow, the fragile woman everyone in the Sterling family treated like glass. One second, we were sitting at the same table. The next, she swept the dishes to the floor, silverware crashing everywhere, then ran out sobbing like I had stolen something from her. Adrian did not go after her. That night, he came to me instead. For the first time in a long time, he touched me like I was still his wife. Like he still wanted me. Like Rosalie had never existed. We stayed tangled in bed until well past midnight. Nine months later, Rosalie and I went into labor on the same day. To make sure Rosalie's son was born first and became the Sterling family's eldest grandson and heir, Adrian pressed his own hand against our baby's crowning head. Then he shoved him back inside me. Pain tore through my body. My vision went white. And my son, my tiny son, turned blue inch by inch. I begged Adrian with the last of my strength. He only leaned close, his voice gentle enough to make the cruelty worse. "Hold on a little longer, Iris. Once Rosie delivers, I'll let him out." Then Rosalie said she felt dizzy. That was all it took. I had just hemorrhaged on the delivery table, but Adrian still ordered the doctors to draw more than two pints of blood from me and give it to her. I was rushed to the ER due to blood loss. Adrian did not come. He was busy in the kitchen, following the recipe I had once taught him to make Rosalie soup to help her recover. After the doctors pulled me back from the edge of death, I held my son's tiny, cold body and knelt before the Sterling matriarch, Eleanor Sterling. "You saved my father's life once," I said. My voice barely sounded like mine. "And I gave Adrian five more years. Whatever debt I owed the Sterling family has been paid." I looked up at her. "Please let me go." ... Eleanor's face tightened. "Iris, Adrian lost his head for a
