When I was nine months pregnant, my water suddenly broke in my husband Lawrence’s office. His secretary Elizabeth Bennett pushed me away with a look of disgust. “How disgusting! A grown woman wetting herself like that—how embarrassing!” Lawrence appeared just in time and angrily slapped Elizabeth across the face. “This is my company. Even if my wife actually peed on your head, you’d just have to deal with it! You’re fired—get out now!” I passed out and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, the nurse told me the baby didn’t survive. In my despair, I wanted to see my child one last time, but instead I saw Lawrence and Elizabeth secretly making out in the hallway outside my room. Lawrence gently kissed the red mark on her face. “Sorry, baby. I had to hit you or that crazy woman Olivia would never let you off the hook. Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of that kid. Are you feeling better now? Once everything settles down, I’ll bring our daughter back and have her take care of it, so she can be a nanny for life.” My hands trembling, I turned on my phone’s recording function as tears streamed down my face. So ten years of love and five years of marriage had all been nothing but my own delusion. ***** Elizabeth pouted unhappily. “What if Jeanette doesn’t warm up to me when she grows up, and Olivia uses that against me? I don’t want that!” Lawrence affectionately tapped her forehead. “You’re being silly. With Olivia being such a strict mother, she’ll definitely micromanage everything about Jeanette. Once you say a few sweet words and take her out to play, how could she not like you? Besides, Jeanette is your daughter—how could she not be close to you?” “But Jeanette is our child after all. What if Olivia wants a paternity test in the future?” Lawrence pulled Elizabeth into his arms, his voice gentle. “Don’t worry. Olivia has been completely obedient to me all these years. I’ve never even touched her, and she’s never suspected anything. That night I just found some random guy to sleep with her. If she makes a big fuss, I’ll release that video!” Elizabeth laughed admiringly and continued acting coy. “You can’t just avoid touching her—I also want you to damage her uterus so she can never be a mother. That’s the only way I’ll feel satisfied.” “Of course, baby,” Lawrence said, kissing her hand while comforting her. He used to do the same thing with me, but now it just made me sick. They continued whispering, but toward the end Elizabeth seemed a bit scared. “Maybe we should just drug her instead. Doing surgery out of nowhere might make people suspicious.” Lawrence smiled and ruffled her hair. “Didn’t you say drugging her wouldn’t be satisfying enough? Alright, just watch my performance when the time comes. She should be waking up soon—let me hold you a bit longer before I go upstairs.” Amid Elizabeth’s exaggerated laughter, I quietly slipped away. The wound in my abdomen felt like it was about to tear open, causing excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Lawrence, what exactly did he think I was? His enemy? I curled up in bed with my eyes closed, recalling all the memories from the past, unable to tell what was real and what was fake. “Honey, I’m here.” I opened my eyes to see Lawrence smiling tenderly. He was carrying a thermos, and his other hand was tightly holding mine where it lay on the bed. “I’ve been watching over you for hours. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Come on, eat up, little foodie. I made your favorite pan-seared bass and asparagus myself.” Lawrence speared a piece of asparagus with his fork, blew on it, and fed it to me. To outsiders, he seemed like the most dependable man, and for ten years I had believed the same thing. I pushed away the fork Lawrence offered me, my voice shaking. “Where’s my baby?” Lawrence put on a sorrowful expression. “Honey, you were carrying a stillborn baby—it wasn’t breathing when it was born. Not only that, but your uterus got infected too. I’ve already had them dispose of the baby. I won’t let anything that hurts you stick around!” These sweet words only made me feel cold all over. Tears streaming down my face, I grabbed Lawrence’s shoulder. “Please, let me see him one last time. After all, I carried him for nine months.” Lawrence calmly brushed my hand away, his tone becoming impatient. “I told you it’s been disposed of. Don’t you understand? Your uterus is infected too and needs immediate surgery. I’ve already adopted a child, so we’ll be a happy family of three.” Hearing him say “happy,” I laughed bitterly. I was about to argue back when I met Lawrence’s disgusted expression. He stood up and looked down at me. “Olivia, you just lost a child, so I don’t want to fight with you. But for your own good, you need to have your uterus removed immediately.” I tried to grab his sleeve, wanting to beg him to let me see the baby one last time. But Lawrence shook me off disdainfully and shouted toward the door: “Nurse, why aren’t you coming in? The patient is emotionally unstable—give her a sedative right away!” I could only watch helplessly as the nurses rushed in, my struggles useless. Finally, I was wheeled into the operating room for that so-called “treatment” surgery. Lawrence was truly heartless. Aside from that initial sedative injection, the doctors didn’t give me anything else. I remained conscious throughout almost the entire surgery. As the scalpel cut through my skin, waves of excruciating pain washed over me, but I gritted my teeth and didn’t make a sound. By the time I came out, sweat had completely soaked through my hospital gown. Lawrence had transformed back into that caring husband, looking at me tenderly as if nothing had happened. “You’ve been through so much, Olivia. Don’t be afraid—I’ll treat you even better from now on.” He seemed like he wanted to kiss my forehead, but I turned away and gave him only my cold, indifferent back. Lawrence, there was no future left between us.
I dragged my weakened body home with great effort. The study wasn’t locked because Lawrence wasn’t worried about me going in at all. He thought I would always respect him like before, so I easily found that safe. The box was stuffed with photos of him and Elizabeth. The top one was a family portrait of them with their child, with a line written on the back: Thank God for blessing me with this treasure. Below that, every single photo was a monthly pregnancy shot Lawrence had taken of Elizabeth. Each photo was marked with dates in black marker, along with his wishes for this child. If it was a boy, he hoped he’d be responsible and successful in life and career. If it was a girl, he wished her to be wise and kind. Boy or girl, this child should be healthy and safe, happy for life. I thought again of that child who never had the chance to open his eyes, and the hatred in my heart nearly consumed me. Maybe getting pregnant was a mistake from the start. I gently caressed my abdomen, where my child once lived. But he was taken away forever before he could even see this world. I wiped away my tears, otherwise I couldn’t see the photos clearly. Until I found Elizabeth’s prenatal checkup report, on the back of which was an apology letter Lawrence had written to me. I know I’m sorry to Olivia, but isn’t she at fault too? She can’t give birth to another man’s child. Removing her uterus is just right, I think she’s dirty anyway. To be honest, I’ve been very good to Olivia. I won’t let her know about Elizabeth either, I’ve been consistent with her. There was also a newly added line, the ink still wet, smudging at the slightest touch. Lawrence’s final words: Olivia and I are even now. Is this how he deceived me? His so-called kindness was just an excuse for his betrayal in the end. I wondered, Lawrence, when exactly did you change? I remember when I first took over Hawthorne Group, I was young and hot-headed, offending quite a few people. Everyone was waiting to see me fail, but Lawrence came to me voluntarily, saying he wanted to marry me and become part of my family. Lawrence was the only son of the Winters family, whose business empire was no smaller than ours. So I slapped everyone in the face hard. His eyes back then were as bright as stars in the night sky, gripping my hand tightly as he said he loved me. As long as he could be with me, he didn’t mind anything. Over the years, he even cured my insomnia, stomach problems, and headaches. Lawrence and I – it wasn’t congratulations during success, but a helping hand during hardship. I was once willing to give everything for him, but now he made me understand that everything comes with a price. Young me never thought about the bill behind all this. I tremblingly photographed these pictures one by one and sent them all to my lawyer Andy Jones. I wanted him to be utterly ruined and left with nothing, all within a week.
I only slept for a few hours before groggily getting out of bed. Today was the monthly visit to Winters Villa. To avoid suspicion, I forced myself to suppress my nausea and got in the car. Andy reminded me that I had to collect evidence at all costs. Only then could I bring Lawrence down completely when he was at his most vulnerable. But I never expected Lawrence to be so brazen—he sat openly with Elizabeth right in front of all the relatives. Lawrence kept brushing strands of hair from Elizabeth’s temples behind her ears. The moment I arrived, Lawrence’s sister Anne sneered and rolled her eyes. “Here comes the hen that laid a rotten egg. Late as usual, and with that sour face—absolutely disgusting.” Anne’s eyes were full of hostility. “I heard you even wet yourself in my brother’s office? Don’t you dare call yourself family anymore—it’s too embarrassing.” Anne had always hated me. Lawrence being a live-in son-in-law was something the entire family found shameful. After marriage, I’d tried hard to repair my relationship with her, but it was useless. I still remembered when Lawrence was away on business, Anne suddenly came to me with a dirty bracelet. She said it was a Winters family heirloom, only given to the true Mrs. Winters, and told me to wear it every day, no matter the occasion. I found it strange but did as she asked. Until the day Lawrence returned from his trip, saw the bracelet on my wrist, and frowned, saying, “Isn’t that the collar my sister puts on her dog?” Back then, Lawrence must have loved me. He was genuinely angry, and it was the first time I’d seen that arrogant girl Anne cry while apologizing to me. From then on, Anne gave me respect in front of others. But this time, Lawrence looked at me with nothing but annoyance, as if I embarrassed him. His tone was cold and impatient. “You shouldn’t have come today at all. If people find out I have a wife who’s incontinent, what will they think of me?” I stood there stunned. I knew he’d changed, but I never imagined he could be this shameless. He knew perfectly well that it was my water breaking, not the humiliating thing others claimed. Tears silently streamed down my face. The room fell quiet for half a minute. Everyone seemed unable to believe that the man who once cherished his wife beyond measure would now publicly humiliate me like this. Anne broke the silence, linking arms with Elizabeth and smiling. “Since my brother put it that way, Elizabeth will be your new wife from now on. Lawrence, you can’t refuse.” Under my gaze filled with pain, grievance, and a trace of hope, Lawrence nodded. Anne seized the moment to stir things up: “Lawrence, you have to kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” The relatives joined in the chanting, and Lawrence casually kissed Elizabeth’s cheek. He glanced back at me as if explaining he was forced into it, but I only felt disgusted. “Since you’ve called her wife and kissed her, Lawrence, shouldn’t you show something? You can’t just marry such a beautiful wife for nothing!” Lawrence smiled with feigned helplessness, but his movements were quick as he pulled an exquisite bracelet from his pocket and solemnly placed it on Elizabeth’s wrist. Anne gasped: “Lawrence, isn’t that our family’s ancestral bracelet?” Lawrence nodded, pulling Elizabeth closer. “You just told me to show something, and now you’re reluctant? Don’t you think this bracelet suits Elizabeth perfectly?” It really did suit her. Elizabeth held the child in her arms while Lawrence held her tightly. No matter how you looked at it, they were a warm family of three. My eyes stung red, tears falling drop by drop. Anne mocked loudly again: “How can someone be so clueless about the occasion, making such a scene here? What a troublemaker.” Seeing me cry, Lawrence smugly pulled Elizabeth even closer. “My sister’s just joking around. Why are you being so petty? You’re ruining the whole atmosphere—can’t you stop being such a killjoy?” “Olivia, don’t be angry. It’s my fault.” The moment Elizabeth touched me, she suddenly pretended to be startled and cried out, falling to the side. Lawrence immediately caught her. Before I could react, Anne pretended to be concerned and shoved me to the ground. My body was already weak, held up only by sheer willpower. I felt warmth flowing beneath me, and looking down, I saw blood had already stained the floor. But the physical pain couldn’t compare to the ache in my heart. Lawrence held Elizabeth with concern written all over his face. But when he looked at me, he immediately switched to a cold expression. “Olivia, why do you always ruin the mood? You sat down on the ground yourself—how could you be bleeding? Stop making a scene, will you? If you’re going to act, at least make it believable. Can’t you have some common sense?” My nails dug deep into my palms, sending sharp pain through me. Only this way could I block out his cruel words. Maybe because I remained silent, or Lawrence got tired of talking, or perhaps Elizabeth really needed his comfort—Lawrence picked Elizabeth up in his arms in front of everyone. He said, “Elizabeth, does it hurt? Let me take you upstairs to rest.” The last thing I saw was Elizabeth’s triumphant and contemptuous smile as she looked back at me. After getting the bleeding treated at the hospital, I returned home. I stumbled into the villa’s courtyard, where dirty clothes were scattered all over the flower beds, and not a single servant was in sight. Elizabeth was leaning against the fountain, speaking smugly: “Babe, have you ever gotten oral from that old hag Olivia?” I froze. Elizabeth’s moans grew louder and louder—that was Lawrence’s best answer. Thinking about our pathetically few intimate encounters made the irony even more bitter. Once, on a whim, I had a makeup artist come to the house to do my makeup. I timed it perfectly for Lawrence’s return, deliberately posing in the most seductive position. Under the sultry purple lighting, the lace on my body revealed tantalizing glimpses of my figure. But the moment Lawrence walked in, he flicked on the lights. His face showed no expression, yet his lips suddenly curved into a cold sneer. “Olivia, stop wasting your energy. I know you want a child, and I’ll give you one.” So that’s how it was! That’s actually how it was! My nails dug deep into my palms, blood dripping through my fingers. No wonder I got pregnant shortly after that night. Lawrence didn’t want to touch me, so he found someone else to take his place, while I foolishly dreamed of sharing a life with him! I stood there numbly, finally realizing all the clues had been right in front of me—I just hadn’t seen them. I don’t know how much time passed before a baby’s crying brought me back to reality. Elizabeth stood in front of me with her phone, looking triumphant. She tilted her neck back, showing off the large hickeys on her throat. “They say mothers and children are connected at heart, and it’s so true. Look, just a phone recording and you’re reacting this strongly. If you saw the actual child, would you cry yourself to death?” I thought: “The child? My child is still alive?” I lunged forward and grabbed Elizabeth, my strength so intense she struggled desperately. I didn’t care about anything else—I just knew my child wasn’t dead! “Tell me! Where are you hiding him? Tell me! Say it!” I shook Elizabeth with all my might, the fury in my eyes almost burning through her. “Cough, cough, let go of me. I can’t, cough, cough, cough, breathe.” Elizabeth finally managed to gasp out a few words. I released my grip, and she didn’t even bother coughing anymore. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she slowly approached me, leaning close to my ear and speaking word by word: “Your child was beaten to death by Lawrence.” “Such a pity.” Elizabeth pretended to be shocked, covering her mouth. “He didn’t die after the first blow—he was still writhing like a worm. If Lawrence hadn’t been so strong and beaten him three times, that bastard might have survived.” “You crazy b*tch, I’m going to kill you!” Rage made me completely lose control. My eyes turned red as I raised my hand to strike Elizabeth. The next second, someone shoved me hard to the ground. My leg hit the stone pavement with a crisp sound of bone cracking. But Lawrence, who had pushed me, immediately shielded Elizabeth, his face full of disgust. “Olivia, what’s gotten into you? You used to act so fragile, falling over with the slightest push. Now you can actually hit people—it’s a miracle!” He backed away with Elizabeth in his arms, as if I were something filthy. “I really don’t understand what you’re trying to accomplish! Elizabeth gave us a child. Instead of being grateful for her sacrifice, you treat her like this? She can never be a mother again, and you have the heart to hit her? Olivia, how did you become like this?” I said nothing, and Lawrence didn’t want to argue with me anymore. “Fine, I’m taking Elizabeth away. She won’t appear in front of you again—are you satisfied now? Get up, there’s been no one home these past few days, so stop pretending!” With that, Lawrence left with Elizabeth in his arms. My phone had already shattered in half when I fell, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for me to move even slightly. I could only collapse on the ground. From day to night, then to the next morning, I felt like my whole body was burning with fever. It wasn’t until Lawrence came home to get a coat for Elizabeth that he discovered me lying on the ground. “Olivia, is this really necessary?” Lawrence’s tone grew increasingly impatient as he looked down at me from above. “Still playing the victim? I barely pushed you, and you’re bleeding and haven’t gotten up all night. No wonder I don’t want to deal with you—you’re exhausting.” He rubbed his forehead, looking troubled. “Olivia, stop making a scene. I’m really tired.” I nodded, my attitude calm. Lawrence seemed to have forgotten that I was never the type of woman who liked to cause drama. “Good,” he sighed, as if granting me some great favor: “I know you love me too much and feel insecure. Our wedding anniversary is coming up, and I’ll make it spectacular for you.” He reached out to embrace me, but I dodged away. Lawrence was truly shameless. At my insistence, Lawrence reluctantly called an ambulance for me. The paramedics arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher to take me to the hospital. On the way, I received an OK emoji from Andy. Domestic violence, adultery, asset transfer, abandonment and harm to a newborn. All the evidence had finally been collected. I no longer had to pretend to be Lawrence’s wife.
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