My daughter was critically ill and in urgent need of a large sum of medical expenses. However, my husband, Noah Wilson, at that time directly gave up our daughter’s treatment and went on a date with his mistress, Ashley Morgan. In my moment of despair, my first love, Victor Hastings, gave me five million dollars and took good care of my daughter with me. But in the end, my daughter still passed away. Six years later, Victor and I had our own child. When I went for a prenatal check-up at the hospital alone, I accidentally overheard the conversation between Victor and the doctor. The doctor said, “Mr. Hastings, you and Ms. Moore will have your own child now. What if she finds out about what had happened that year?” Victor said, “Ashley was critically ill back then. It was a last resort for me to use some means to transplant the girl’s heart to Ashley. What’s more, now that Zoey is pregnant again, she should let go of it.” I realized that my daughter had been deliberately misdiagnosed. Her heart had been secretly transplanted to Ashley by Victor. I wept silently. It turned out that the baby in my belly now was just a way for Victor to make amends to me. During these six years of our marriage, Victor had been lying to me, all for the one and only love in his heart, Ashley. I stroked my slightly protruding belly and gave a bitter smile. Six years ago, I couldn’t save my daughter, and now I didn’t want to continue the marriage. In the hospital office, the doctor let out a slight sigh and said regretfully, “All right, Mr. Hastings. But it was not worth it. Ashley is already married, and you should move on. After all, Ms. Moore loves you so much. She is a good woman.” Victor paused and then replied firmly, “It was worth it. I don’t care about the title. I just want to protect Ashley. It doesn’t matter who she loves. I want her to be healthy and happy. “Zoey is indeed a good wife and will also be a good mother. It’s a pity that I don’t love her. Love can’t be forced.” Hearing Victor’s words, the doctor shook his head and didn’t ask any more questions. The doctor said, “Ms. Moore’s fetal condition is unstable. She has already lost one child. Please pay more attention to her.” After a long silence, Victor softly responded. I bit my lip hard and didn’t make a sound. I didn’t dare to cry out loud until Victor and the doctor left. It turned out that my daughter, who had just been born for a few days, didn’t die of illness, but was deliberately misdiagnosed by the doctor whom Victor had bribed, all to replace Ashley with a fresh heart. Back then, my daughter was diagnosed with a serious illness and was admitted to the intensive care unit. Noah didn’t want to bear the burden, left the hospital, and got together with Ashley. The appearance of Victor was our hope. Now I finally knew that Victor’s offer of help was to keep an eye on this heart that belonged to Ashley. After getting divorced from Noah, Victor married me, probably just out of guilt. I left the hospital. It started to rain heavily outside. I didn’t take a taxi, stumbled along the road, and kept crying. When I got home, the maid saw my disheveled appearance and quickly came up to ask, “Mrs. Hastings, it’s raining. Why didn’t you ask the driver to pick you up? You’re still pregnant and can’t catch a cold.” Victor, who heard the voice, came out of the study. Seeing my red eyes and messy hair, he showed a sympathetic expression, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and picked me up. Victor chided, “You’re almost going to be a mother. Why are you still being as willful as a child? “What if you hurt the baby in your belly by getting caught in the rain?” I glanced at him and murmured, “Victor, I’ve been a mother before. I don’t need you to teach me. “Even if the baby dies, it’s okay. I’ve already lost a child anyway.” Victor’s steps paused. He frowned and finally said nothing. The bathtub was already filled with warm water. Victor wanted to help me take off my clothes, but I refused. He looked at me in confusion, as if wondering about my unusual behavior. After a long while, he left the bathroom. I repeatedly washed myself, trying to wash away all the marks that Victor had left on me over the years.
When I returned to the bedroom, Victor was already sound asleep. Looking at the profile of Victor, who had been with me day in and day out, I felt a sense of strangeness. In my dream, Victor took hold of my hand. He said, “Don’t leave. Stay with me forever, Ashley.” Victor wore an expression of doting and dependence, an expression that he had never shown when facing me. Then, Victor’s phone lit up. It was a message from the contact labeled “Dear Ashley”. I tried the password several times but couldn’t unlock his phone. My birthday, Victor’s birthday, and even Ashley’s birthday were not the correct passwords. For the last chance, I tried the date when my daughter passed away. Unexpectedly, I succeeded this time. On the day my daughter died, Ashley got a new lease on life with my girl’s heart. It turned out that Victor had been loving Ashley silently and attentively in such a way. Ashley sent Victor several photos. In the photos, Ashley’s smile was dazzling. She leaned against Victor. He accompanied her in making intimate posing gestures, though his movements seemed a bit stiff. Ashley: [Victor, I’d be happier going to the amusement park with you. Noah is much more boring than you. You promised to accompany me to take portrait photos tomorrow. See you then. Love you.] Victor and Ashley were like lovers in the honeymoon phase, making me feel like a clown. But tomorrow was the day that Victor had promised to accompany me to the prenatal check-up. I didn’t know which was more important to him, his baby or the woman he loved. That night, I didn’t sleep a wink. I hoped that Victor would choose to accompany me to the prenatal check-up. If Victor chose to accompany me tomorrow, then for the sake of the baby, I would give him another chance. The next morning, Victor got washed, dressed early, and was ready to leave. He looked full of energy. Just as he was about to go out, I grabbed the hem of his clothes. I said, “Victor, where are you going? You promised to accompany me to the prenatal check-up.” He stopped smiling. After thinking for a long time, he gently patted my hand. He said, “Zoey, I’m sorry. I have a very important meeting today and can’t accompany you to the hospital. “You’re so understanding. You will support my work, right? “You said yesterday that you have experience in giving birth and can manage everything smoothly without me.” Seeing that I kept my head down and didn’t speak, Victor smiled and kissed my forehead. He said, “Honey, I’ll bring you a gift when I’m back.” Then, Victor left without looking back. Looking at Victor’s back as he quickly walked away, I gave up hope. I checked the nearest flight tickets to Harrowfell and called my good friend, Maria Davis. I booked a flight for the night after tomorrow. Once I arrived in Harrowfell, I would officially start a new life.
I applied light makeup to make myself look less haggard. I went to the best law firm in the city and consulted about the relevant procedures for divorce and the matter of my daughter’s death due to misdiagnosis. The lawyer quickly drew up the divorce papers for me. However, to hold Victor and Ashley accountable for the death of my daughter, more evidence was needed. That night, I cooked dinner and opened two bottles of the fine red wine that Victor had collected. When Victor got home and saw me sitting at the dining table, he was taken aback and then gave a knowing smile. He said, “Zoey, you can just leave these things to the servants. You don’t have to do that; just enjoy your life.” He smiled and pulled me into his arms. We were so close that I could even smell the rose perfume on him. I asked Victor when he had changed to this strong perfume. Victor sniffed his collar guiltily and quickly explained, “I met a female CEO at the meeting today, and I accidentally got her perfume smell on me. “Zoey, how could you doubt me? Are you still mad at me for not accompanying you to the prenatal check-up? I’ve already explained it. I thought you would understand me.” People with a guilty conscience were always aggressive. I just asked casually, but Victor kept blaming me. Seeing that I was silent, Victor changed the subject and took out an exquisite diamond necklace from his pocket and put it around my neck. He said, “Zoey, don’t be angry. This is a gift I specially brought for you. There’s only one in the whole world, and it’s unique. Do you like it?” The diamond necklace glistened under the light of the candle, and it was beautiful. I gently touched the necklace. We had been married for six years, and every time we had a quarrel, Victor would give me jewelry. But no amount of jewelry could change the fact that he had cheated, nor could it change the fact that my daughter had been killed. When he finally saw me smile, Victor began to eat the food I had cooked. He praised my cooking skills, but in the end, he only ate a little. He had already eaten outside and could not enjoy the delicious food at home. I made Victor drink several glasses of wine. He soon got drunk and fell onto the bed. While he was drunk, I secretly slipped into his study, trying to find some evidence that my daughter had been killed. In the end, I only found a document about organ transplantation from six years ago. In the document, Victor, as my spouse, signed the organ transplantation contract on my behalf. No wonder Victor was in such a hurry to marry me back then. It turned out that he just wanted Ashley to recover as soon as possible. After taking a photo of the document, I put it back in its original place. I packed the divorce agreement with the photo put them in the email, and set them to be sent at a scheduled time. When my plane took off, these documents would all be sent to Victor’s email.
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