Page 2 of My husband killed my five babies with his own hands

Just then, Logan opened the front door and asked, "Why isn't dinner ready yet?"

Seeing me collapsed on the floor, Logan was startled: "Why are you sitting on the ground? Where's Dad?"

I didn't respond. After all, my five children had died to save himthey never even got the chance to call me "Mom"yet I had lovingly cared for Logan for eighteen years.

Logan called out several times in succession: "Mom! Mom! Mom!"

I hesitated, then responded anyway. The child was innocent, after all, and I couldn't bring myself to be so heartless toward Logan, whom I had personally raised for eighteen years.

But after hearing my response, Logan frowned unhappily: "Ms. Brown, I was calling my mother. Why did you answer?"

Logan's look of disgust was identical to Wyatt's. I froze, trembling as I asked him, "What did you just call me?"

Logan said, "Hasn't Dad told you yet? My real mom has moved in to live with us. To keep things clear, I'll call her 'Mom' from now on, and I'll call you 'Ms. Brown.'"

He said it as if it were nothing. My heart ached with anger, but Logan kept twisting the knife: "Ms. Brown, our family is finally reunited. You'd better not bully my mom."

Looking at him, I suddenly found myself speechless. This was the child Wyatt had once promised would treat me like his real mother. I felt like I had never truly known him at all.

Just then, Wyatt and Victoria returned. Wyatt complained, "What rotten luckwe got splashed with dirty water on our way out."

Victoria added, "My phone got damaged when I dropped it."

Seeing them, Logan instantly became excited and rushed over to them.

He said, "Dad, Mom, you're finally back from your date. You two are still so in love."

Wyatt lovingly patted his head and said, "You little rascal! How dare you tease your parents? If we weren't in love, how would we have you?"

Victoria also showed Logan maternal affection, saying, "You're still so reckless. Look at you, all sweaty. Let me wipe that off for you."

Logan buried his head in Victoria's arms: "Mom, you're the only one who cares about me. Ms. Brown didn't even notice I was sweating."

Wyatt said, "Well, she's never had children, so she doesn't understand these things. Now that you have your real mother by your side, it won't be like that anymore."

His hurtful words pierced my heart one by one. I wanted to leave, but inadvertently caught sight of the charm on Victoria's phone. At that moment, I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone. Victoria shouted, "Athena, why are you grabbing my phone?"

Holding the phone, I looked at Wyatt and Logan with a pale smile: "Don't you owe me an explanation?"

The charm on Victoria's phone was a protective amulet I had personally bought for Wyatt and Logan. After giving birth to my fifth stillborn child, I had nightmares every night. After raising Logan, my nightmares became even worse. I was afraid I was an unlucky person, destined never to have children in this lifetime, and even more afraid that Logan would suffer misfortune because of me. So, starting from Logan's first Christmas in my care, I would go to the church every Christmas to buy protective amulets. I prayed to God to keep Logan safe, prayed that God wouldn't take away any more of my children. Ever since Wyatt had that car accident, I also made it a habit to buy him a protective amulet every Christmas. This Christmas, when I went to buy the amulets, I unfortunately encountered a flash flood and nearly died on the mountain. The two protective amulets I had risked my life to buy were now in Victoria's hands, casually hanging on her phone case. I was trembling with rage. Logan, however, pointed at Victoria's phone and said nonchalantly, "You mean this charm? I didn't really want to give it to my mom, since it was something you gave me after all."

I asked, "Then why did you give it to her anyway?"

My expression softened slightly. No matter what, Logan still treasured the things I gave him. But Logan said, "You've had five stillborn babies, so you're definitely an unlucky person. How could I dare give my mom something you gave me? If my mom hadn't insisted on having it, I never would have given it to her."

His words struck my heart like lightning, the pain making it hard to breathe. The next second, Wyatt frowned and snatched Victoria's phone, then roughly removed the protective amulet. He said, "Could this amulet have stolen your good luck? You need to throw it away! How dare you want something bought by an unlucky person?"

Victoria playfully stuck out her tongue. Despite being middle-aged, she still put on the coquettish act of a young girl: "I'll listen to you from now on, okay?"

I looked at them coldly, my heart already numb. After a long while, I finally said quietly, "Wyatt, let's get divorced."

Upon hearing my words, everyone looked at me as if I were being unreasonable. Wyatt glared at me and asked, "Athena, do you know what you're saying? You caused Victoria and Logan to be separated for eighteen years. I just want to let this mother and son reunite. Are you so unwilling that you'd even threaten me with divorce?"

Logan also stepped in front of Victoria, taking a protective stance. He glared at me with hatred and asked, "Dad, you're not really going to abandon me and my mom again for Ms. Brown, are you?"

Wyatt immediately replied, "Never! Athena is an orphan who's had five stillborn children, so her mind is inevitably twisted. She can't stand to see others reunited with their families. But I will absolutely never abandon you two because of her."

The three of them looked like such a warm, happy family, while I felt like an outsider who could never fit in. But Wyatt had pursued me relentlessly back then. He said he wanted to give me a home, wanted to have more children with me, and let me experience the warmth of family. I was so caught up in his sweet words that I didn't care he'd been divorced once before, and I agreed to marry him. I never imagined this marriage was a scam from the very beginning. All five of my children became someone else's "nourishment." And my status as an "orphan" became his weapon to attack me. Thinking of this, I trembled as I slapped Wyatt hard across the face.

Wyatt stared at me in disbelief for a moment. After snapping back to reality, he immediately darkened his expression and dragged me in front of the mirror. He said, "Athena, what the hell are you making a fuss about? Take a good look at yourself. You're not young anymore. Without me, you probably wouldn't even have a place to live."

He threatened further, "You'd better serve our family of three properly. That way, I might still give you something to eat. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying this, Wyatt shoved my hand away, and I collapsed to the floor again. Logan rolled his eyes at me. He said, "Ms. Brown, stop making a scene. Go cook dinner. My mom loves grilled ribs."

I looked at Wyatt and Logan in silence.