My husband Zachary Lewis’s first love, Wendy Stewart, snuck off to a dance hall, but she was drugged and brutally assaulted. After disappearing for a year, she returned with her son Oscar. Immediately after, Zachary dragged me to file for divorce. “They’re vulnerable and could easily be taken advantage of now. I can’t heartlessly watch Wendy suffer, so I’m going to accept her child.” Holding my son, I calmly signed the divorce papers. In my previous life, I refused to divorce him at all costs, and I even publicly exposed Wendy Stewart’s affair with my husband. As a result, Wendy endured contempt and abuse until she abandoned Oscar and left town in anger. Unfortunately, she died on the train she took when she left. When Zachary heard about her death, his face showed no emotion. However, a month later, he stood by coldly as I was drugged and raped. Then, he reported me for destroying a military marriage and falsely claimed my child was illegitimate. Only when he drove my child and me to our deaths did I realize how much he had grown to hate me. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day we signed our divorce agreement. ***** “Wendy isn’t like you. She’s been spoiled since childhood and needs a man to take care of her.” I had just regained my senses when Zachary’s deep voice reached my ears. In front of me lay the divorce agreement and a pen, while my son Robin Lewis slept peacefully in my arms. I instantly realized I had been reborn, returning to the day Zachary forced me to divorce him. Robin’s body was still warm, no longer as cold as when he died in my arms from a heart attack in my previous life. I choked up and signed my name on the divorce agreement without hesitation. “Don’t forget the fifty dollars monthly child support for Robin.” “You…” Perhaps Zachary hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it quickly turned into a relieved smile. After seven years of marriage, this was the first time I’d seen him with such an expression. He carefully tucked away the divorce agreement. “Lydia, I’ll thank you on Wendy’s behalf. “Once I get them settled, we’ll remarry. Remember not to tell anyone the real reason for our divorce.” Robin’s monthly support equaled half of Zachary’s salary, and he agreed so quickly because he made me admit to having a hereditary mental illness. Zachary used this absurd reason for our divorce simply to avoid any negative association with Wendy. I gave a self-mocking smile. “Fine.” The sky was growing dark, and huge hailstones pounded the ground. Zachary and I walked out together, but he rushed ahead and got into the car first. I was shivering from the cold. Just as I was about to open the car door, I heard him say, “Oscar wants to celebrate my divorce by going to the zoo to see tigers. You’re a mother too, so please understand.” With that, Zachary drove off in his Jeep, as if afraid I might chase after him. The hail pelted painfully against my body, and I was nearly suffocating from the cold. With no other option, I wrapped Robin tightly in my coat and carefully made my way back. As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I saw those gossipy neighbors huddled under the carport. When they spotted me, their eyes immediately filled with contempt and disdain. I held my breath and quickened my pace, hurrying with Robin back to our apartment, but just then, they suddenly smashed a rotten egg hard against my head. “She’s the one who cheated! The buttons on her clothes were even undone. She has no shame.” “No wonder her son’s heart grew deformed. Poor Mr. Lewis!” I froze on the spot, thinking, “Wasn’t our divorce because of my mental illness? Why are they saying I cheated?” In an instant, I was burning with rage. Just as I was about to argue back, they threw rotten cabbage leaves at us. Robin was frightened and began wailing, his face turning bright red. I had no choice but to swallow my anger and take him home first. As soon as I entered, I heard the landline ringing non-stop. With one arm holding Robin, I grabbed the receiver with my free hand. On the other end, Dr. Sam Raimi from the city hospital excitedly said, “Ms. Chapman, a specialist who can perform heart surgery on infants has arrived at the General Hospital. I told him about Robin’s condition, and I’ve scheduled an appointment for him. “Can you bring him here in seven days?” This good news immediately moved me to tears. In my previous life, after the divorce, I struggled to get by with Robin as my reputation was destroyed. Drunk men would knock on my windows every night, frightening Robin so badly that he didn’t even last three days before his condition worsened and he passed away. In this life, I would do whatever it took to keep my son alive. I wiped away my tears and responded, “Yes, I’ll definitely be there!” After hanging up, I immediately began packing, not daring to waste a single moment. Just as I stuffed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase, I heard the door open behind me. Zachary’s cold voice rang out. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I froze for a moment, and when I turned to look at him, I realized he had brought Wendy and Oscar back with him. The two stood side by side, with Wendy holding the sleeping Oscar in her arms. At first glance, they truly looked like a happy family. I suddenly felt heartbroken but forced myself to stand tall. “We’re already divorced. Is it really necessary for us to live together?” This time it was Zachary’s turn to be stunned. Wendy, standing beside him, reacted quickly and immediately put on a pitiful expression. “I knew Lydia wouldn’t want me here. Should I leave now?” She pretended to leave, but Zachary grabbed her arm. He shoved something into my arms, his face dark. “You know I’m not comfortable with you and Robin living elsewhere. Stop being difficult. The five of us can live together. This is a new hot water bottle I bought for Robin. Take it.” Zachary had always been careless and rarely bought things for the house, let alone specifically for us. Yet now, I watched as he attentively invited Wendy to sit down, with the floor piled high with bags of baby products, all expensive, high-end items. Wendy was still muttering softly, “Zachary, I heard imported formula is more nutritious. Oscar will grow stronger…” Zachary agreed without hesitation, “Of course. Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you.” I looked down at the hot water bottle in my hands, the gift sticker still attached to the upper left corner. In the past dozen Christmases, Zachary had never cared about Robin, but now he was meticulously caring for someone else’s child. This so-called new hot water bottle in my hand was just something he picked up casually, only to appease us. Zachary continued, “Wendy and Oscar are sensitive to cold. You should let them have the master bedroom with the heater. You can make do in the second bedroom for tonight.” He tugged at my wrist. “If you behave well, I’ll consider remarrying you sooner.” Hearing this, I still felt nothing but disappointment. I reluctantly agreed, fighting back tears as I carried Robin to the second bedroom. Laughter and cheerful voices occasionally drifted from the master bedroom, sounding like a happy family. In contrast, the second bedroom had no heating and was bitterly cold. I had to change the hot water in the bottle every few hours. Afraid Robin would get too cold, I stayed up until dawn when the temperature finally rose, only then daring to close my eyes for a brief rest. However, I had barely fallen asleep when I heard the door being pushed open. When I groggily opened my eyes, I saw Wendy walking in with a plate. Why was she coming in so early? I struggled to get up, but I had caught a chill last night and my head was pounding. “You…” Before I could finish, I suddenly smelled the aroma of eggs. I immediately became alert and saw Wendy holding Robin, with a spoon ready to feed him an omelet. “What are you doing?” I shoved her away. Wendy fell to the floor, the plate shattering. I quickly grabbed Robin, seeing his face already swollen and red, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Half an omelet lay scattered on the floor. She didn’t know Robin was allergic to eggs. As I frantically searched for the medicine box, I noticed that Robin’s regular medication and emergency shots had all been replaced with Oscar’s fish oil supplements. Trembling with anger, I ignored Wendy who was sitting on the floor pretending to be pitiful, and rushed out with Robin in my arms. I had barely taken a step when I collided with Zachary’s solid chest. “What are you making a fuss about so early in the morning?” Zachary asked impatiently. Before I could explain, Wendy had already burst into tears. “Zachary, today is Oscar’s first birthday. I thought Robin could share in the joy, so I fed him a bite of omelet. I didn’t expect Lydia to think I was dirty—she smashed the plate and told me to get out.” I was so angry I could barely stand. Just as I was about to defend myself, Zachary suddenly slapped me hard across the face. I instantly felt my right cheek burning with pain, my ears ringing. Zachary gritted his teeth and shouted, “Lydia, why have you become so vicious?”
I was knocked to the ground by Zachary while holding Robin. My palm pressed against broken ceramic pieces, sending a piercing pain through me. Zachary quickly helped Wendy up, saying worriedly, “Your wrist is swollen. Let me take you to the hospital!” With that, he scooped Wendy up in his arms and turned to leave. Robin’s face was flushed red in my arms. I grabbed Zachary’s pant leg, pleading, “Please take Robin and me to the hospital first! He needs medicine. If we wait any longer, he could die!” The blood from my palm stained Zachary’s pants, but he didn’t even glance at me. He just impatiently kicked my hand away and said coldly, “Just give Robin some antihistamine. I’m taking family photos with Wendy and Oscar this afternoon. You should reflect on your actions!” Then he walked away quickly with Wendy without looking back. Robin’s breathing became increasingly labored. I couldn’t worry about anything else. I struggled to my feet, picked him up, and ran to the clinic. At the clinic, the doctor angrily scolded me as soon as he saw Robin, “As his mother, you’re being incredibly irresponsible. If you had come any later, your child would have died!” I kept nodding and apologizing, my face still stinging. Seeing my disheveled state, the doctor sighed and said nothing more. I wiped away my tears and stayed by Robin’s side, watching as he received his IV. At this point, I couldn’t count on Zachary anymore. The bus ticket to Boston plus accommodation would cost about four hundred dollars. Fortunately, I had been supplementing our income by making handicrafts. With my Christmas savings, I barely had enough. Looking at Robin, his arms full of needle marks after just half a day, I finally resolved that in this life, I would save my son no matter what. That afternoon, after Robin finished his IV, I carried him to the market. Just as I placed my hand-knitted gloves on the counter, Wendy’s reflection suddenly appeared in the glass case. The minor scratch on her hand had been carefully disinfected with iodine, and she stood in front of the photo studio wearing an expensive wool coat. Strangely, neither Zachary nor Oscar was with her. As soon as she saw the gloves on the counter, her eyes turned vicious. She rushed forward, grabbed my gloves, and accused me harshly, “This yarn is special supply. Lydia, how dare you steal from the factory to sell? You’ve embezzled so much money!” I was stunned. “What are you talking about?” Wendy smirked and triumphantly pulled out a plastic bag from her purse. “This is the evidence!” I immediately recognized it as the bag I used for Robin’s medical expenses. “Why did you take my money? Wendy, give it back!” I cried, lunging forward to grab what she was holding. I tugged hard at Wendy’s hair, desperately trying to get the money back, but she insisted it was money I had embezzled. A crowd began to gather. Just then, Zachary appeared carrying Oscar. “Lydia, what are you trying to do?” he roared. The next second, someone roughly pulled Wendy and me apart. I lost my balance and the back of my head slammed hard against the counter. With a sharp crack, the glass case shattered, and countless shards cut across my face. My heart felt like it had been slashed open too, the pain unbearably real. As I fell, I was just grateful that I had placed Robin in the old bassinet nearby. Zachary helped Wendy up, glaring at me coldly and scolding in a low voice, “Have you really gone crazy now?” I gave a bitter smile, but tears rolled down uncontrollably. No matter what I said, Zachary wouldn’t believe a word now. If that was the case, why bother arguing with him? Even without money, I could at least sell my jewelry. I couldn’t let Robin suffer any more. I wiped away my tears forcefully and looked directly at Zachary. “Go check the accounts and see how much money I’ve cost you in all these years of marriage.” Over the years, worried about his financial burden, I always gave the best to him and Robin. As for myself, I wouldn’t even spend five dollars on myself in a year. Zachary clearly hesitated after hearing my words, looking a bit embarrassed. He took two steps forward but ultimately didn’t follow me. For the next two days, I focused entirely on making handicrafts to earn money, with no time to care whether Zachary came home or not. Until that night, when I suddenly felt something under my pillow before going to sleep. In the moonlight, I saw two envelopes Zachary had placed there. One contained $400 in crumpled bills, and the other had $400 in crisp new notes. I didn’t return them to Zachary. Every cent now was hope for Robin’s survival. But just as I was about to sleep, the door to the second bedroom was suddenly kicked open. When I looked up, Zachary stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with anger. “Lydia, didn’t you agree to divorce me? Are you trying to drive Wendy to her death?” I didn’t immediately understand what Zachary was saying until Wendy stumbled over, half her body soaked in red paint, looking completely disheveled. She said tearfully, “Zachary, I believe Lydia didn’t intentionally slander me as your mistress. Don’t blame her…” Zachary instantly became even more furious. He grabbed my wrist and forcefully dragged me in front of Wendy, saying through gritted teeth, “Apologize to Wendy right now! Then go clarify that you’re the one who cheated, not her!” My wrist ached from his grip, but I found the whole situation utterly absurd. Zachary had always been calm and shrewd, but whenever it came to Wendy, he seemed bewitched. I immediately pulled my hand away and coldly asked, “Why?” Was Wendy’s reputation important while mine was worthless? My defiance completely enraged Zachary. It was the first time he’d ever been this angry with me. I thought he would at most force me to admit my mistake, but I never expected him to grab my wrist and roughly drag me into the isolation room. “Since you refuse to repent, you’ll stay locked up until you come to your senses!” With that, he left without looking back. In the isolation room, I held Robin, curled up in the corner, looking up at the clock on the wall. Not long after, the iron door suddenly opened. Wendy walked in carrying a thermos. “Zachary is soft-hearted. He asked me to bring you some soup. Once you feel warm, you can write your apology.” White foam floated on the soup, instantly reminding me of being drugged in my previous life, so I became immediately suspicious. Seeing that I wouldn’t drink, Wendy tried to force it into my mouth. I struggled desperately, but she deliberately tilted the thermos, nearly spilling the scalding soup onto Robin’s swaddling clothes. I panicked, and she took advantage, forcing my mouth open and making me swallow several gulps. Then, she pulled out a bottle of pills from behind her back, crushed two, and stuffed them directly into Robin’s mouth. I glared at her furiously and demanded, “Wendy, what did you give us?” Robin’s previously cooing voice suddenly became hoarse and weak, gradually fading. Wendy sneered, “Of course it’s medicine from Zachary, to teach you a lesson. As for your son, if he doesn’t wake up within two hours, he’ll be dead for good.” In this life, I had already agreed to divorce Zachary. Since Wendy wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be this cruel. I desperately tried to make myself vomit, trying to get the drug out. “Wendy, whatever you want to do, come at me.” But the drug worked extremely fast, and my limbs gradually became limp. Just then, Wendy pushed several drunken vagrants through the door. “Lydia, tomorrow everyone in town will know you cheated, and Zachary will finally be able to marry me legitimately.” She yanked open the toggle buttons on my cotton jacket, exposing my undergarments. “Even after divorce, Zachary can’t forget you. You and this bastard child should both die!” The drunks lunged at me with lustful eyes, making the iron bed clang loudly. I bit my tongue, using the taste of blood to stay conscious. But when I turned my head, I saw Wendy trying to push Robin’s hand into the gap of the iron bed. Robin was crying so hard he could barely breathe, and I instantly lost all reason. I used all my strength to push away the drunk men and lunged at Wendy, tightly gripping her throat. “Give me the antidote.” As we struggled, the door to the isolation room was suddenly kicked open. Zachary rushed in and immediately kicked me away. Wendy threw herself into his arms, tearfully saying, “Zachary, Lydia was sleeping with other men in the isolation room, and she tried to strangle me to silence me!” Zachary’s eyes were cold as ice as he glared at me with disgust. “Lydia, you make me sick!” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling utterly desperate. He clearly knew Wendy’s tricks were full of holes and understood everything that had happened, but just like in my previous life, he remained a cold observer. Looking at Robin foaming at the mouth, my remaining sanity completely collapsed. I sat on the floor, tears streaming down my face, begging, “Zachary! Save our child, please.” Zachary expressionlessly pulled out a confession letter and crouched down to hand it to me. “Put your fingerprint on this and apologize publicly. The microphone in the broadcast room is already on.” A moment later, the distorted broadcast echoed throughout the small town. “I am Lydia Chapman. I admit that out of jealousy, I fabricated rumors and falsely accused Wendy of being a mistress…” After reading the confession, Zachary nodded slightly and reached out to Wendy. “Are you done? The antidote.” I trembled as I took the antidote and quickly gave it to Robin. Just as I was about to leave with him, I heard Zachary say, “Our home will be used as a changing room. You should take Robin to the clinic for a couple of days. Your luggage has already been packed. “I’ll arrange the best doctor for Robin.” I didn’t answer. I brushed past his shoulder, picked up Robin, grabbed our luggage, and left. The last tear slid down my cheek. I thought, “Zachary, I never want to see you again.” With the long blast of the train whistle, I boarded the train to Boston, holding Robin in my arms.
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