My Husband Watched Calmly While His Mistress Attacked Me in the Maternity Ward

A Conspiracy Unveiled

The hospital security team rushed into the hallway, pinning Tiffany to the ground as she thrashed and screamed obscenities. Dr. Peck immediately ordered the nurses to get Lauren into a delivery room. As they lifted her onto a gurney, Lauren looked at Julian, her heart breaking. "Julian, help me," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why are you just standing there?"

Julian finally moved, straightening his tie as he walked over. His voice was devoid of any warmth. "She’s right, Lauren. You don't deserve that child. And soon, you won't have her." He pulled a document from his jacket pocket. It was a pre-signed surrogacy and custody relinquishment form—one that Lauren had never seen, bearing a signature that looked terrifyingly like her own.

Tiffany, still struggling against the guards, laughed hysterically. "We planned this from the start, you pathetic little surrogate! Julian and I are going to raise that baby, and you are going to jail for breaching our contract!"

Lauren felt the room spin. Julian had married her under false pretenses, using her as an unwitting incubator because Tiffany could not conceive. But Dr. Peck stepped between Julian and the gurney, his eyes burning with fury.

"I don't care what papers you have, Julian," Dr. Peck growled. "But you won't be taking this baby. In fact, you're both going to prison."

Julian scoffed, confident in his wealth and influence. "On what grounds, old man? It's a legal contract."

Dr. Peck pulled a medical chart from the slot on the wall. "On the grounds of attempted murder. I ran Lauren's emergency toxicology panel when she arrived with abnormal uterine contractions. Her blood is saturated with synthetic labor-inducing hormones. Someone has been secretly drugging her to force a premature delivery that would put both her and the baby's life at extreme risk."