To Save His Adopted Sister, My Fiancé Pushed Me, Three Months Pregnant, into the Arms of Our Enemy

At my wedding, to save his adopted sister, my husband shoved me—three months pregnant—into the arms of our enemies as an apology.

"This is my sincerity. You can do whatever you want with her."

I didn't cry, didn't fight. I simply followed our enemies, docile as a lamb.

Because in my previous life, I'd traded all my wealth for freedom, desperate to return to Liam.

But I was forced to drink abortion pills, writhing in agony for three days and three nights.

"Brother, those enemies were just people you hired to play a part.