Chapter 2

I went to the airport holding our childhood teddy bear, but Noah pushed me away in disgust. The teddy bear fell to the dirty floor.

"Evelyn White, the person your father killed was my dad!"

"If Chloe hadn't told me, how long were you going to keep this from me?"

"You are the daughter of a murderer. We are over!"

I couldn't accept it. I couldn't believe the man who loved me so much was suddenly gone.

I chased him, trying to explain that my father was innocent, but he ignored me. He just put his arm around Chloe and walked away.

I fell down the escalator, covered in blood, while Chloe looked back at me with a smirk.

When I got home, I dug out our childhood teddy bear bandage, hoping it would jog his memory. But he threw it into the trash can without a second thought.

"What is this trash? Don't bring dirty things near me."

Still, I didn't give up. I waited outside his apartment for three days and three nights without food or water, crying until I fainted. He didn't care.

It was only when I stood on the edge of the rooftop, threatening to jump, that he finally gave in.

He agreed to marry me.

To reassure me, he even cut ties with Chloe.

For ten years, to keep this marriage alive, I got pregnant and miscarried over and over again.

I always thought I was the one who wasn't doing well enough.

I never knew it was a ten-year experiment he ran with my eleven babies just for Chloe.

Suddenly, Noah’s phone lit up. The caller ID showed: Chloe.

His cold face softened immediately. He didn't even try to hide the call from me.

Chloe's soft, tearful voice came through the speaker.

"Noah... did Evelyn see the video?"

"Will she hate me? I really didn't mean to say those things. I was just so happy that my phobia is finally gone..."

I stood there, feeling completely numb.

The voice on the other end paused, then added, "She just had her D&C surgery and can never get pregnant again. If you guys fight because of me, I will be so sad."

Noah replied warmly, "Don't overthink it."

I clenched my teeth.

She destroyed my life and killed my eleven babies, yet she said she was "so happy."

"So what if she saw it? They were just a few pieces of flesh. They're gone."

"As long as it cured your fear of childbirth, she deserved to go through it ten more times."

Noah glanced at me, then spoke into the phone gently:

"Don't worry, I'm here."

"I won't let her hurt you."

I suddenly burst out laughing.

I was a woman who had just lost twins, barely able to stand.

Yet in his eyes, I was a monster who would hurt Chloe.

A sharp, stabbing pain hit my abdomen, and hot blood stained the floor instantly.

Noah’s fingers twitched, and he took half a step toward me.

But when he saw my red, angry eyes, his face turned back to disgust, and he stepped back.

"Evelyn White, when are you going to stop this act?"

"You purposely tore your wound to make a bloody mess. Do you think this cheap trick will make me feel sorry for you?"

How did I not realize earlier that he had stopped loving me a long time ago?

The scene in front of me made me flash back to a cold winter years ago.

Noah's enemies had cornered him.

In that life-or-death moment, I wore his jacket to draw the killers away and took a knife to the stomach for him.

Back then, Noah’s eyes were bloodshot as he ran through the snow, carrying me on his back.

That proud boy knelt and begged the doctors to save me, saying he would exchange his own life for mine.

Now, I was bleeding out on the floor, and his eyes held nothing but annoyance.

Just as I was about to speak, a sharp scream came from the phone:

"Ah! Noah! Blood! I'm so scared! I'm hallucinating again... help me..."

Noah immediately comforted her. "Chloe, don't be scared. Close your eyes. I'm coming right now."

When he looked back at me, his eyes were freezing cold.

"Stop faking it. If you have a problem, call a doctor yourself."

He threw my phone into the pool of blood, turned around, and walked out without looking back.

The moment the front door slammed shut, my phone buzzed with an anonymous text:

“Tonight is Noah Black’s 35th birthday party on his yacht. If you want to know the truth about what happened back then, meet me on the top deck.”