Chapter 3

This morning, I wasn't feeling well.

I went to the hospital for a check-up and found out I was three months pregnant.

I placed the ultrasound report on the bedside table and prepared a candlelight dinner.

I wanted to surprise Ethan when he came home from work.

After dinner was ready, Scarlett called.

She said she had something important to tell me.

As soon as I arrived, I was hit by her car and sent flying.

Scarlett, wearing high heels, stepped out of the car.

She grabbed my hair and dragged my barely clinging body to the side of the road.

She cursed through gritted teeth.

"Lily, I know you were good to me."

"But only if you die can I become Mrs. Miller."

"Blame your bad luck for getting in the way of Ethan and me!"

Only in my dying moments did I realize.

My beloved husband had long been having an affair with my best friend.

While I was working tirelessly, putting in endless overtime for our future.

He was with Scarlett, having an affair in our bed.

While I was pulling strings and calling in favors to help Scarlett find a decent job.

She was lying in Ethan's arms, laughing at my stupidity.

I wanted to cry.

But the pain in my body overshadowed the agony in my heart.

The primal instinct to survive propelled me to crawl forward.

I wanted to find a glimmer of hope for myself, for my unborn child.

Even as my fingernails tore and bled, I dared not stop.

Like a cat toying with its prey, she savored my agony.

She drove her car, closing in on me.

Slowly, she tortured my very soul.

"Did you know, Ethan and I were already together in college?"

"We were together for six years; I gave him my virginity."

"He told me he only loved me, and that he was with you to gain your family's connections."

"Now that his career is stable and successful, he no longer needs you."

"So let me be the one to make this decision for him!"

The car ran over my legs.

I could distinctly hear the bones shattering.

Then, my body, my head...

After I was finally released from the pain.

All I saw was my gruesome corpse.

I desperately wanted to rush forward and take Scarlett down with me.

I wanted to ask Ethan why he betrayed me.

But I could do nothing.

A helpless, ethereal soul.

A pathetic woman betrayed by her husband.

Could only drift alone in the silent night, weeping.

I watched Ethan desecrate my body for Scarlett.

Watched my closest, most trusted people conspire to frame me.

Watched my poor child exposed to the air.

Perhaps it was the unspoken bond of blood.

I saw a flicker of hesitation in Ethan's eyes.

Scarlett's lies were full of glaring inconsistencies.

This blood-related child finally sparked a subtle doubt in him.