I was the most cherished wife of Robert Clark, a top-tier biolab PhD.

Everyone knew how much he adored me. He even put my name on every one of his globally acclaimed papers.

But when his mistress kidnapped me—eight months pregnant—to use me as a lab rat, she didn’t even recognize me. Instead, she gently encouraged her fellow researcher Sophia White.

“Using a pregnant woman as a test subject? That’s genius! Brilliant idea, Sophia! Go ahead, I’ll handle everything after. Don’t worry.”

That’s when it hit me—this bastard had *two* Sophias in his life.

Robert picked up a syringe and personally injected the drug into me.

As I trembled in agony, he just sneered.

“Dying for science is the biggest honor for you and your baby.”

If it weren’t for the ring on his hand, I wouldn’t have known—it was my own husband behind the black hood.

Just this morning, with the same hand still wearing our wedding ring, he was massaging my belly, gently whispering:

“Little one, be nice to mommy, okay? When you're born, your dad and I will protect her together.”

The same man who once swore to protect me forever—was now treating me like a piece of meat for his next experiment.

As soon as the drug entered my body, my throat started to swell.

Even my scream came out like a beast’s roar instead of a human cry…

While I was completely losing control, I overheard two interns muttering.

“This drug’s working great on the new subject. Just one dose and it feels like you’re being ripped apart by a wild animal.”

“Such a shame… she looks like she had a good pregnancy. But her family sent her off for testing anyway.”

“Well, she pissed off Sophia, so she kinda had it coming.”

Their voices faded as the pain in my body drowned out everything else.

Robert, still cold as ever, jabbed another syringe into me, praising Sophia White while doing it.

“The dose was perfect. Let’s go eat. By the time we’re back, phase one should be complete.”

“Now let’s try round two. Sophia, inject the fetus directly—see if it affects the mother!”

Hearing that, I freaked out, pain be damned. I started thrashing like crazy.

I screamed from the depths of my soul, “Robert… Clark!”

Not our baby. Please.

Sophia let out a delighted chuckle. “Pregnancy really brings out the motherly instincts, huh? Look at that—she even broke through the mutism!”

Robert slid an arm around her waist, flirtatiously replying, “If it had been you, I bet you’d know how to protect your baby better. Roaming around outside like this while pregnant? That’s just reckless—not like Sophia Brown at all…”

She pouted and clung to him, whining, “No thinking about her when you’re with me!”

Then, with zero warning, just to get his attention back, Sophia White stabbed the syringe straight into my belly!

I screamed and thrashed, wrists tearing against the restraints. Blood dripped steadily.

The pain exploded from my stomach up to my head—I wasn’t even human anymore. I was an animal in agony.

They ran three test cycles on me. By the end, I was half-dead, barely breathing.

But the two of them? Laughing, casually chatting as they walked off with their lab notes.

Right before leaving, Robert finally tossed back a line.

“Call emergency. Don’t let her die. She's too valuable—we need her for a few more runs to make it worth it.”

His assistant came with the paramedics, and I heard them assign the interns to track down my husband.

With a weak, bitter smile under my hood, I laughed through tears.

Go on, find him.

Let’s see what your boss does when he realizes it’s his own wife on the table.

How’s he gonna cover *that* up?