Ten years after marriage, I, once diagnosed as infertile, became pregnant. The day after I found out about my pregnancy, Alexander Wilson brazenly brought home his female secretary. When my father learned of this, he flew into a rage and sent her to Poland, urging Alexander to come to his senses. Alexander said nothing. Instead, he turned around and bankrupted my family’s company, forcing my father to commit suicide by jumping off a building. My mother, unable to bear the shock, was admitted to the ICU. Then he forced me to take abortion pills and coldly said: “Olivia Johnson, I must have been too good to you before, making you take me for granted.” “Consider this child a lesson for driving Isabelle away.” I lay in a pool of blood, looking up at the man beside me. After ten years of marriage, for the first time, I saw clearly what kind of demon was in front of me. Alexander leaned down and gripped my chin, questioning me again: “I’ll ask you one last time, where did you hide Isabelle?” “Your mother is still in the ICU. Think carefully before you answer.” The tearing pain in my lower body had already made me delirious. Hearing the word “mother”, I finally came to my senses. “You have to promise to spare my mom.” He laughed coldly: “Do you think you’re in any position to negotiate?” “If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop paying for the ICU.” After saying this, he stood up straight, disgustedly wiping the hand that had gripped my chin with a handkerchief. Tears blurred my vision, just as they had all these years looking at Alexander. Before this, I could never have imagined. That Alexander could be so cruel to me. Forcing my father to death. Killing our child. Using my mother to threaten me into revealing his mistress’s whereabouts. All the past seemed like a dream. Now that I’ve woken up, I finally face the cruel reality. He coldly watched as I bled profusely, as I cried uncontrollably. No longer daring to gamble with my mother’s life, I still gave him the answer. “She’s in Poland.” After getting my answer, Alexander immediately strode out of the bedroom without looking at me again. At the moment he left, I saw Alexander’s upturned lips. His wife was dying, yet he was delighted to know his mistress’s whereabouts. I laughed miserably, gradually losing consciousness. When I woke up, I saw a pure white ceiling above me. Did someone send me to the hospital? I thought hazily. Just now, the doctor informed me of the news of my miscarriage. He said my body was too damaged, and I would never be able to have children again. I gently stroked my belly, which was still flat, with no sign that there had once been a life inside. The child I had longed for for so long was now gone, taken away by its own father. It wasn’t until Mrs. Wang, the housekeeper, came to see me that I learned it was she who found me unconscious and sent me to the hospital. Mrs. Wang said I had been in a coma for three whole days. She wiped her tears: “The master has been away and hasn’t come to see you.” I laughed coldly inside. Where else could Alexander be? Of course, he must have rushed off to pick up his dear Isabelle. After Mrs. Wang left, I ran out to find my mother’s ICU, ignoring the pain in my body. In the intensive care unit, my mother lay pale and weak, with tubes all over her body. After my father’s suicide, my mother’s hair had turned white overnight. Looking at my mother before me, I collapsed to the ground, crying. It was my poor judgment that caused them to end up like this. When my mother gets better, I want to divorce Alexander. The Wilson family and my family were originally upper-class families that would never have crossed paths. But when I met Alexander, I had no idea of his identity. Later, when my parents found out, they worried that the gap between our families was too great, and I might be bullied if I married him. If things really went wrong, they wouldn’t even be able to stand up for me. At that time, I was absolutely certain of Alexander’s love for me. I said Alexander loved me like his life, and would never let me suffer even the slightest grievance. He would remember every anniversary, spending two months making handmade gifts for me. He introduced me to all his close family and friends, telling them that meeting me was the greatest blessing of his life. Every date hadn’t even ended before he started saying he missed me. He would tell me he loved me every morning, noon, and night, never tiring of it after so many years of marriage. Whenever we were out, if someone looked at me for too long, he would be jealous for half the day. Back then he said: “Olivia, I must have done a lot of good deeds in my past life to deserve your love in this life.” Even though I was by his side every day, he would still ask me to say I loved him over and over again. I once thought I had married the right person and would grow old with my beloved. But Isabelle’s arrival shattered this illusory bubble.
Isabelle Taylor, a graduate from a prestigious university, showed exceptional work ability as soon as she joined Alexander’s company, despite being new to the workplace. So when Alexander first mentioned her, I was happy for him that he had found such a talent. I never imagined that in just three months, she would become Alexander’s personal secretary. Alexander took her to the Sky Garden, took her on his private yacht. He took her hiking on Wugong Mountain, took her to see Zhangjiajie. All the places he had and hadn’t been with me, he took Isabelle to every single one. When Isabelle was forced to drink by a business partner, Alexander lost his temper for the first time and cut off all business ties between the two companies. I finally realized something was wrong and hired a private investigator to look into it. By then, they were no longer hiding it, kissing in public. With the photos and videos sent by the detective, I slapped Alexander for the first time. But Alexander just looked at me coldly and said I was ungrateful. “Olivia Johnson, what are you fighting for against a 20-year-old girl?” “You’ve been married into the Wilson family for so many years, when will you grow up a little?” I never thought there would be a day when I would hear such words from Alexander’s mouth. No wonder Isabelle looked so much like me. It turns out all his love, all his devotion, was only for a 20-year-old girl. And my twenties had passed ten years ago. Just as I had made up my mind to divorce, I found out I was pregnant. Over the years, I had made many efforts to have a child but to no avail. This sudden child gave me new hope. I thought, even if he didn’t love me anymore, Alexander would surely love his own child. I should try again for the sake of the child, to save my family. But before I could do anything, Alexander brought Isabelle home. When my father found out, he sent people to drive her to Poland. He said he would give Alexander one last chance, otherwise we would divorce. No one could have imagined that Alexander would go so crazy for Isabelle. My more than ten years of feelings with Alexander couldn’t compare to one of Isabelle’s fingers. He didn’t even care about his own child. After my body recovered for two days, I went to a law firm. But as soon as they heard Alexander Wilson’s name, no one dared to take on this commission. “Mrs. Johnson, it’s not that we want to refuse the commission.” “It’s just that Mr. Wilson’s company has a top-notch legal team, we have no chance of winning.” I hadn’t thought of this aspect. But there was no use troubling the lawyers, I could only leave helplessly. After marriage, Alexander said he couldn’t bear to see me work hard, that I only needed to be the pampered Mrs. Wilson. I believed his lies and was a housewife for ten years. And all my social circles came from him, I couldn’t find anyone to help. Alexander now loves Isabelle, and after bringing her back, he should be eager to give her status. Perhaps I just need to wait for him to speak first. Back at the villa, I started packing the things I wanted to take away. After packing for half a day, I found that the things that only related to me were pitifully few. The gifts Alexander gave me almost filled my room. In the end, I only put clothes and documents in my suitcase. My body was already weak, and before the sun had set, I had collapsed on the sofa.
I don’t know when I fell asleep. When I was awakened by the sound of the door opening, my head was still groggy. But the next second I woke up. Alexander had come back, holding hands tightly with Isabelle. Compared to the last time I saw her, the woman looked even more beautiful, as if she had been well-nourished. The clothes she wore were of the same quality as mine, obviously from the same master’s hand. And on her neck, she wore the auction piece from a while ago – the diamond necklace called “Heart of the Deep Sea”, said to be the only one in the world. It seems Alexander has been treating her well these past few days. I just didn’t expect them to come back so soon. I suddenly felt my throat go dry. Facing Alexander again, what rose in my heart was actually hatred. Before I could react, Alexander had already brought Isabelle in front of me. He naturally brushed away the stray hairs on Isabelle’s forehead, his eyes full of tenderness. When he turned his face, his expression had already cooled: “Olivia Johnson, apologize to Isabelle.” He cut off my escape route, forced my father to death, forcibly aborted my child, and caused my mother to be admitted to the ICU. Now, he wanted me to apologize to his mistress. I couldn’t understand, really couldn’t understand. Why could Alexander be so cruel to me, to this wife who had loved him for thirteen years? Seeing no reaction from me, Alexander yanked me up from the sofa, forcing my head to face Isabelle. “I said, apologize to Isabelle.” “Don’t make me say it a third time.” Alexander’s tone became impatient. He was a successful businessman with many tactics for dealing with opponents. I just never thought these tactics would one day be used on me. Isabelle bit her lower lip, lowering her eyes. Seeing that I still wouldn’t speak after a long time, she timidly glanced at me and spoke with a grieved tone: “Alexander, don’t be like this.” “It’s right for Sister Olivia to despise me, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” She said this, but I clearly saw the challenge in her eyes. Alexander became even more pitying towards her, lightly patting her hand to comfort her. When he looked at me again, his eyes had already become dangerous. Thinking of my mother still in the ICU, I still lowered my head. Bending my body to a 90-degree angle, I sincerely apologized to Isabelle: “I’m sorry, Miss Taylor, my family shouldn’t have treated you like that.” “Please forgive me.” Isabelle pretended to be surprised, covering her mouth and waving her hands saying it was okay. After saying this, she turned to Alexander and pouted: “Alexander, I want to rest for a bit, can I?”
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