My Husband Said He Gifted Me a Child, So I Gifted Him a Exit

"My husband, Liam, got his terminally ill ex-girlfriend, Chloe, pregnant. He said it was to grant her dying wish of becoming a mother.On the day she gave birth, Liam's sister, Isabella, hired a security firm to guard the hospital, claiming it was to prevent me from causing a scene.Isabella stood by Chloe's bedside. "Don't worry, I have people posted at the entrance. If Ava dares to show up and make trouble, we'll have her thrown out immediately."Liam, seeing I hadn't come, breathed a sigh of relief. "Chloe, just focus on delivering our baby safely. Don't worry about anything else."He truly believed that since he was only fulfilling his dying ex's last wish, I would never be so unreasonable as to make a fuss.Looking at the tiny, rosy infant in his arms, he sent me a text: "Darling, I did this for you. I had her carry a child for us, so you could finally be a mother."He thought that as long as I accepted it all, this child was my ultimate reward.But what he didn't know was that I had just surrendered my residency.In one week, I would be in Kenya, working as a volunteer on a project of biomedical research.It was meant to be a final goodbye—a world away from Liam, forever.But he was searching for me like a madman, pleading for me to return."