To make me miscarry, my six-year-old son Aaron Bennet deliberately tricked me into eating almond cake that he knew I was allergic to. At my hospital bedside, he hid behind my husband Marcus Bennet, his face stern and refusing to apologize. He said, “Grandma told me that if you have the baby sister, you won’t divorce Dad. I don’t want you to be my mom anymore. I like Sienna Welch better!” Marcus added coldly, “We can have other children. As for Sienna, she’s indeed better suited to raise Aaron than you are.” I was completely heartbroken. The day after my discharge, I went home and packed up all my belongings, leaving only a divorce agreement and a document severing our mother-son relationship. ***** On my third day in the hospital, I stared silently at the gray-white ceiling. My once-rounded belly had become flat again. The daughter I had anticipated for six months would never be born. It turns out that when your heart breaks beyond its limit, it feels like suffocation. Warm tears slid from the corners of my eyes, dampening my hair. I turned to look at the pregnant woman in the bed next to mine. She was so happy—from her admission to her baby’s birth, her family had been there caring for her. Yet during my three-day stay, my husband and child had visited only once, leaving in a hurry. Because they had to rush off to see Sienna’s theater debut. My phone buzzed with a message from Sienna, including a video. The video was shot at a restaurant near a theater. Sienna still wore her elaborate stage makeup, and sitting beside her, looking down as he cut her steak, was my handsome husband Marcus. In our six years of marriage, he had never been so attentive to me. On my birthday, I had gotten nail extensions and wanted him to help me peel shrimp. Instead, he called in the nail technician who had already gone home and had my extensions removed on the spot. Marcus said, “Aubrey, given my status, do you think it’s appropriate for me to peel shrimp for you? You’re a mother now—why are you still being so dramatic?” So as my husband, he wouldn’t even do such a small thing for me. Yet now, he was happy to cut steak for Sienna. All his excuses were simply because he looked down on me. My heart had long since grown numb, but the video continued playing. Sienna smiled sweetly at the camera as she ate the steak Marcus fed her, then lifted her perfectly manicured finger to fork a piece of broccoli and offer it to Aaron. She said, “Aaron, you need to eat your vegetables to grow tall.” Broccoli was Aaron’s most hated vegetable. In the past, if I accidentally mixed even a small piece of broccoli into his plate, he would throw a tantrum and cry heartbrokenly. Finally, I had to promise never to make him broccoli again before he would speak to me. But now, Aaron was smiling as he eagerly ate the broccoli Sienna offered him. One piece after another, he cleaned the entire plate. His bright eyes were full of dependence and joy. Looking at the camera, he said, “I love Ms. Welch the most!” Sienna asked smugly, “Don’t you like your mommy then?” Upon hearing this, Aaron’s face immediately showed disgust. He said viciously, “I hate her! All she does is force me to learn piano and painting, and make me study!” The son I had given birth to with such difficulty was now freely badmouthing me in front of strangers. And his father—my husband—sat there listening quietly, unmoved, his attention focused entirely on Sienna. I finally understood. I had foolishly hoped to receive love from such a father and son. From now on, I wanted nothing more to do with such cold-hearted family members!
On the day I was discharged, the sky suddenly erupted in a torrential downpour. By the time I returned to Bennet Villa, I was completely soaked. The moment Aaron saw me, he immediately covered his nose in disgust: “You stink!” The scent of rainwater mixed with earth wasn’t actually unpleasant. He was only doing this to amuse Sienna, who was wearing my pajamas. Sure enough, his exaggerated performance made Sienna cover her mouth and giggle. She looked at me with eyes full of smugness and provocation. I chose to ignore it and turned to head upstairs. Marcus, however, hurried out of the kitchen, frowning at me with disgust in his voice: “Sienna specifically took time off work today to spend time with Aaron. Instead of being grateful, you’re here throwing a tantrum?” Standing on the steps, I responded coldly: “Well, so I’m giving him to you. Let’s get divorced.” Though spoken softly, every word was crystal clear. A flash of disdain crossed Marcus’s eyes: “Aubrey, where did you learn this act? Think you can threaten me with divorce? You think that’ll work on me?” Sienna also stood up, her tone seemingly gentle as she mediated, but actually provocative: “Aubrey, don’t misunderstand. Even though Marcus and I grew up together, he’s a good husband who’s responsible to his family. You should treasure that. How can you threaten him with divorce?” Her words made Marcus even more disgusted with me. I nodded indifferently: “You’re right, so I’m giving him to you. Treasure him well.” With that, I headed upstairs without looking back, ignoring Sienna’s secret delight and Marcus’s darkened expression behind me. In the bedroom, I packed all my belongings into a suitcase. I placed the signed divorce papers and the document severing mother-son ties on the vanity. Finally, I removed the wedding ring from my finger. Marcus didn’t follow me upstairs. He seemed to think I was just throwing a tantrum, so he returned to the kitchen to continue cooking. Though he wasn’t skilled at cooking, he was willing to learn for Sienna. In our six years of marriage, he’d only ever made me oatmeal, and even that was store-bought. On Instagram, Sienna posted photos of a table full of delicious food, along with Marcus’s figure bustling around for her, captioned: [There’s always someone in the world who will forever remember what you love to eat most.] Within a minute of posting, Marcus’s mother Ember Bennet and sister Gianna Bennet eagerly liked it. Ember commented: [Sienna is still so likable, unlike certain people who schemed their way into marriage six years ago and are still so annoying.] Gianna chimed in: [I’ll just say it straight, Sienna, you should marry my brother already. His current wife is so inadequate!] I casually liked the post. When I refreshed, the post had disappeared. I couldn’t be bothered to care and headed downstairs with my suitcase. Seeing me with the luggage, Marcus coldly scolded: “Sienna’s post was just a joke. Do you really need to take it so seriously?” Sienna also had tears in her eyes, offering a fake apology: “Aubrey, I didn’t know you’d actually get jealous. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come over today to upset you.” I looked at Marcus calmly, my tone indifferent: “The divorce papers are on the vanity. See you at the courthouse tomorrow morning.” With that, the taxi arrived. I turned to leave. Marcus was about to speak when Aaron stopped him: “Let her go!” The six-year-old’s face was written with disgust for me. He spat at me, then tore off the necklace around his neck and threw it at me viciously: “Get lost! Ms. Welch is going to be my new mom from now on.” I said: “Fine.” I casually tossed the necklace into the trash can by the door, opened the taxi door, and got in. I told the driver: “Let’s go.” The car slowly pulled away, gradually leaving Bennet Villa behind.
The Bennet family had always looked down on me because of my humble background. To complete my college education, I worked part-time while studying and served as a nanny in their household, specifically caring for Marcus’s grandfather, Daniel Bennet, who was seriously ill. Daniel was an antique collector and a renowned archaeologist. Because our fields were related, we always had engaging conversations. He once proposed adopting me as his goddaughter and was even willing to cover all my tuition fees at Christmas University. At that time, Marcus had just broken up with Sienna and was completely lost, spending his days racing cars and drinking heavily. Marcus and I had no connection since he rarely came home. Although we were college classmates, he had never noticed me. He only returned to Bennet Manor to visit Daniel during holidays. Until the day Sienna got engaged abroad, Marcus got drunk again. Because of his drunken state, I accidentally became pregnant and gave birth to Aaron. After that incident, Marcus was nearly beaten to death by Daniel. My marriage to Marcus was also arranged by Daniel before his death. No matter how much Ember opposed it, nothing could change it. Honestly, when I learned I was going to marry Marcus, I was secretly delighted. I had harbored a crush on him since freshman year. But after marriage, we slept in separate rooms, and our married life was as cold as a routine obligation. Only after incidents involving Sienna would Marcus stumble drunkenly into my room, possessing me with an almost frenzied desperation. I became pregnant with my second child on the day Sienna got married. But I never expected Sienna to run away from her wedding. At the ceremony, she cried, saying her selfishness had cost her the person she loved most, and now that she had finally come to her senses, she had to return home to win him back. So she came back. Upon hearing the news, Marcus didn’t even care about me lying in bed, covered in bruises from his roughness, and rushed straight to the airport to pick up Sienna. From then on, Sienna gradually invaded my marriage and family. Eventually, both my husband and son became her most steadfast supporters. The car pulled up steadily in front of the museum staff dormitory building. I carried my luggage upstairs and opened the single apartment that my supervisor Russell Gordon had been keeping for me. Before I could even finish unpacking, Russell’s call came through. He said, “Aubrey, we just received an urgent assignment. They’ve discovered a large ancient tomb in the Mojave Desert and desperately need artifact restoration experts. I’ve already booked your flight for tomorrow, so pack up and get ready to go! Don’t worry, this assignment is urgent, but when you get back, I’ll apologize to your husband with you.” “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Gordon. I’m planning to get divorced and focus entirely on artifact restoration work from now on,” I replied quietly. Marcus had never liked how I devoted all my energy to artifact restoration. He looked down on my profession and said it would leave me no time to take care of Aaron. Since I used to care about him and felt sorry for Aaron, I always tried to decline whenever Russell assigned me business trips. Now I finally understood that the only things that would never betray me were those seemingly cold artifacts in the museum. When Russell heard my words, though his tone carried a hint of regret, he was clearly relieved: “Aubrey, I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. You’re excellent, and honestly, we all think Marcus doesn’t deserve you!” A warm feeling surged from the bottom of my heart. All these years, Russell had treated me like his own daughter. I smiled with relief: “Yeah, I think so too.” That night was the most peaceful sleep I’d had in years. I didn’t have to prepare late-night snacks for Marcus when he got off work, nor did I have to comfort Aaron through his nightmares. I slept straight through until morning. After a quick wash, I dragged my luggage directly to the courthouse entrance. But after waiting three hours, Marcus never showed up. I called him over a dozen times, but he didn’t answer once. With my flight departure time approaching, I had no choice but to leave. I completed my check-in procedures, and just before turning off my phone, I suddenly saw a news headline: 【Bennet Group CEO to Personally Invest in Film Based on Award-Winning Screenwriter Sienna】 【Friendship Truly Conquers All】 So Marcus was going to personally promote Sienna’s career. I couldn’t help but sneer, closed the news page, and turned off my phone. Looking at the city landscape gradually shrinking outside the window, I felt unusually calm. Whatever their future held, it no longer concerned me. I put on my eye mask and fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, violent turbulence jolted me awake. Passengers around me were in panic. Before I could react, the plane suddenly went into free fall, and my head slammed hard against the overhead compartment. ***** In the CEO’s office at Bennet Group, Marcus had just finished a film planning meeting organized for Sienna when he noticed his phone, which had been on silent, showing over a dozen missed calls, all from Aubrey. His business partner joked, “Mrs. Bennet is still as clingy as ever. I really envy you.” Marcus sneered, “She’s begging for my forgiveness. I’m deliberately not answering to make her realize her mistakes.” Suddenly, an unknown number called: “Hello, is this Aubrey’s husband? At eleven o’clock this morning, the flight your wife was on crashed due to mechanical failure.”
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