Blurb：
After three years of marriage, Valentina Brooks finally becomes pregnant—only for her gambling-addicted husband Roman Patel to turn her pregnancy into a city-wide betting pool. When tragedy strikes and Valentina miscarries, Roman sees it as a jackpot opportunity: with "neither boy nor girl" as the winning bet, he collects all stakes and buys the city's largest hospital. Now, confined to a hospital bed owned by her own husband, Valentina faces Roman's bloodshot eyes and twisted plans. He's hired top specialists with one goal: get her pregnant again ASAP for another high-stakes gamble. But Valentina knows the family curse—"the first child must die"—and she's playing along with a secret smile. When Roman's mother Layla Patel arrives with suspicious medicinal soup, Valentina cleverly uses Roman's obsession with "science" and his business interests to avoid the drink. In this toxic triangle between Valentina Brooks, Roman Patel, and Layla Patel, who's really betting against whom? Dive into a story of dark family secrets, gambling addiction, and a woman's quiet revenge.Content：
Three years after our marriage, I got pregnant.My gambling-addicted husband Roman Patel was so excited he nearly went insane, actually setting up betting pools across the entire city on the gender of the baby in my womb.
Later, I miscarried. Heavy bleeding, and we couldn't save the child.
But Roman was thrilled like a madman, rushing off to announce the "good news" first thing. He said since the baby was gone, the betting result would be "neither boy nor girl," and he won all the stakes.
With that huge sum, he bought the biggest hospital in the city.
Roman walked over to my hospital bed, his eyes bloodshot as he told me, "Valentina, this hospital is ours now." Valentina Brooks is my name.
He also said, "The doctors here will definitely get you pregnant again as fast as possible. Then I can set up another betting pool."
Thinking of our family's curse that "the first child must die," I smiled.
I said, "Alright, Roman. This time we should definitely bet big."
Roman's eyes were bloodshot—not from grief, but from the excitement of running betting operations for days on end.
He leaned down close to me, his heavy cologne mixed with the hospital's cold disinfectant smell making me nauseous.
Roman said, "Valentina, look, all of this is ours now."
He spread his arms wide, smugly surveying the various medical equipment filling the room.
He continued, "This equipment is all top-of-the-line globally. The specialists are also ones I hired from abroad at great expense."
Roman lowered his voice, his breath hitting my ear.
He said, "They have only one job—to restore your health as quickly as possible so you can give me another child."
Roman paused for a moment, reaching out to stroke my belly.
He said, "Valentina, let's go big this time. We'll bet on boy or girl, bet on twins or fraternal twins. How about it?"
Looking at his face twisted with excitement, I smiled obediently.
I said, "Okay, I'll listen to whatever you say."
My compliance clearly pleased Roman.
He reached out and pinched my cheek, his fingertips pressing hard, as if evaluating the quality of merchandise.
He said, "You're so good."
Just then, the hospital room door was suddenly pushed open. Roman's mother Layla Patel rushed in carrying a large thermos container.
Upon entering, she first glared at me, then ran over to Roman with a smile.
She said, "Roman, I made you soup. You've gotten so thin lately from developing your business."
Layla set the thermos down heavily on the bedside table, splashing a few drops of soup.
Roman didn't even look, waving his hand impatiently.
He said, "I've told you before, bring these things for Valentina. If her health isn't good, how can my plans proceed?"
The smile on Layla's face froze for a moment, then quickly returned.
She said, "My memory is so bad. Of course it's for Valentina."
Layla efficiently ladled out a bowl of medicinal soup and held it in front of me.
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