His Dying Muse, My Quiet Exit

On the day my husband’s terminally ill first love gave birth to his child, my parents-in-law hired ten bodyguards to stand guard outside the delivery room. They were terrified I would show up and make a scene.

But I never showed up. Not even after the baby was born.

Inside the room, my mother-in-law, Martha, held the woman’s hand, her voice filled with emotion.

"Chloe, sweetheart, don’t worry. As long as Robert and I are here, Elena won't dare to hurt you or the baby!"

My husband, Julian, looked at his weeping "white moonlight" with pure heartache, gently wiping the sweat from her…