Chapter 1

After I got pregnant, Ethan came home less and less.

I was left alone, dragging my heavy pregnant belly around, doing the laundry, cooking, and taking care of his bedridden, eighty-year-old mother.

In the middle of the night, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I looked down, and fresh red blood had stained the bedsheets.

Terrified, I called him, sobbing, begging him to take me to the hospital.

But all I got from the other end of the line was his irritated roar. "Can you stop bothering me in the middle of the night? I'm extremely busy right now!"

Cold sweat drenched my forehead. My body felt weak and useless. And then, through the receiver, I heard a woman’s sweet, soft coo next to him. "Stop it, Ethan... gentler~"

Before I could even process it, the line went dead, leaving only a cold dial tone.

When I woke up again, I felt nothing in my lower stomach. No kicking. No movement.

I unlocked my phone, and a Snapchat notification popped up. It was a photo.

In the picture, my fiancé was holding his secretary on his office desk, locked in a passionate, heated embrace.

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