After My Miscarriage, He Harvested My Womb for His Mistress

I had just come out of surgery and was still half-conscious from the anesthesia.

My lower abdomen felt like it had been run over by a truck.

Derek Gilbert walked in wearing his white coat. As he peeled off his gloves, he said coolly, "Good thing the baby's gone. Perfect timing to remove part of your uterus and transplant it to Serena."

I thought I'd misheard. "What? Who's Serena?"

His eyes held no warmth—he looked at me the way you'd look at a cooler full of organs. "My first love. She was born with an underdeveloped uterus. She can't have children."