He Forced Me To Abort Now He Begs Me Back Chapter 01
The night my husband tried to pressure me into aborting our baby so I could donate a kidney to my stepson, I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him.
I simply posted screenshots of his text exchange with his ex-wife in the family group chat.
In the messages, my stepson’s mother had written:
“I don’t want this to interfere with trying for a baby with my fiancé.”
My husband had replied:
“Don’t worry.”
“She’s easier to persuade than you are.”
They didn’t know the shared tablet in the living room synced their messages.
They also had no idea that the sacrifice they’d so easily chosen for me would drag their entire arrangement into the light for everyone to see.
Just hours earlier, during a fundraising livestream, my husband had announced that I had agreed to terminate my twelve-week pregnancy.
I was sitting in the audience, hearing for the first time that I had “agreed.”
But the camera was on me.
The room was filled with applause.
If I shook my head, I’d be branded the heartless stepmother who refused to save a sick child.
My husband thought he had cut off every escape route.
He was wrong.
He was so busy forcing me to give up my child that he forgot to cover the tracks of the one person who truly refused to sacrifice anything.
I looked at the screenshot and hit send.
That favorite saying of theirs deserved a new audience.
A real mother should be willing to give up everything for her child.
Right?
…
Less than a minute after the screenshots went up, the family group chat exploded.
Diane, my mother-in-law, called seven times in a row.
I didn’t answer once.
Early the next morning, she showed up in person.
Evan was with her, his face a thundercloud. They sat on opposite ends of the sofa as if they were about to conduct an interrogation.
Diane spoke first.
“Leah, we are all doing this for Mason. Did you really have to post a private conversation in the family chat?”
“A private conversation?”
I met her gaze.
“They privately decided I should abort my baby and give up my kidney. You think that counts as private?”
Diane’s frown deepened.
“No one is taking your kidney. It’s a donation. It’s saving a life. You’re blowing this out of proportion, and all it’s going to do is tear this family apart.”
“So your idea of family is everyone ganging up to sacrifice my child?”
The living room fell silent.
I kept going. “Natalie already passed the initial workup. She gets to withdraw for ‘family planning,’ but I’m the one who has to terminate my pregnancy?”
Diane’s lips parted, then pressed together.
A few seconds later, she dodged the question.
“You’re still young. You can have another child later. Mason can’t wait.”
She said it so casually.
As if the baby in my womb wasn’t another one of her grandchildren, but an item that could simply be replaced later.
“And what if something goes wrong with the abortion and I can’t have children again?”
I stared at her.
“Will you take responsibility for that? Can you guarantee I’ll be able to get pregnant again?”
Diane’s face immediately darkened.
“Are you trying to negotiate with us?”
“I’m asking what gives you the right to make me face consequences you’ll never have to.”
“Leah!” Evan finally cut in. “Don’t talk to my mother like that.”
I turned to him.
He softened his voice, putting on that familiar, weary look.
“I admit I didn’t handle last night well. I was just so terrified of losing Mason that I didn’t have time to talk to you first.”
“Didn’t have time?”
I almost laughed.
“You had time to discuss it with Natalie before the livestream. You had time to promise her that I was ‘easier to persuade.’ But you didn’t have time to ask if I was willing?”
Evan’s expression soured.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone was harder.
“Natalie is Mason’s biological mother. She’s been under enough pressure these past few years. I didn’t want to force her.”
“So you chose to force me instead?”
I gestured toward my stomach.
“You’d sacrifice me and your own child to protect your ex-wife?”
Diane stood, snatching her handbag from the cushion beside her.
“There’s no talking to her. All she can think about is herself.”
She slammed the door behind her.
Evan didn’t follow. He saved all his anger for me.
“Why do you have to make everything sound so ugly?”
“Because what you did was uglier than anything I could possibly say.”
“You’re being impossible,” he ground out. “This could have been handled. You’ve turned it into a complete mess.”
Then he left, too.
Evan didn’t send me a single message all day.
He didn’t come home until nine that night.
He took off his coat without asking if I’d eaten or how I was feeling.
He just stood by the dining table and said, “Something’s happened.”
I said nothing.
“Natalie saw the screenshots and had a breakdown. Her fiancé knows now. Both their families are in an uproar.”
He said it as if I were the one who’d caused it all.
“She wrote the messages. You replied to them.”
“I know.”
Evan rubbed his temples.
“But right now, the most important thing is the bigger picture. Drop this for now, and don’t respond publicly. There’s still a lot of footage from the fundraiser floating around. We need you to work with us on a unified statement—say last night was a misunderstanding and that the medical plan is still under discussion.”
“And what about my bigger picture?”
I looked at him.
“Who’s looking out for me and this baby?”
Evan didn’t answer.
His gaze fell to the table.
My next OB appointment slip was there, scheduled for three days from now. Beside it sat the bottle of folic acid my doctor had prescribed.
He glanced at them for only a second before looking away.
“Natalie’s in a very bad place right now.”
His voice turned cold.
“You shouldn’t have been so impulsive.”
Then he turned and walked into the study.
The door clicked shut in front of me.
And in that moment, I finally understood.
He had never cared if I lived, or if this baby lived.
All he cared about was whether the neat little world he’d built with his ex-wife could continue, undisturbed.