On my wedding day, my fiancé and my younger sister Nancy were caught doing the dirty in the private lounge. I immediately became a laughing stock, until my childhood friend Frank Kelvin publicly proposed to me, defending my honor. After we got married, he was the perfect husband… except for his performance in the bedroom. It was like his heart was never in it. I only managed to get pregnant after going for IVF this year. After that, he became even more protective of me. I once believed he was my sanctuary… until I overheard his conversation with his friend. “You’re ruthless, Frank. Setlla’s so good to you. How could you swap out her egg with Nancy’s just because Nancy is too afraid of the pain to give birth? “The baby’s due in two months. What do you plan to do then?” Frank was silent for a bit, then he sighed. “I’ll give Nancy the baby once it’s born. It’s one of her greatest wishes, after all. “As for Setlla, I’ll tell her the baby died. “I’ll make it up to her by staying with her for the rest of her life.” So that was how it was. He only protected me so gently for her sake. I turned around and immediately made a surgery appointment. I was throwing away this filthy baby… and this false marriage. ****** “Aren’t you worried Setlla will discover the truth?” Frank Kelvin was quiet for a moment before saying, “She won’t find out.” “Are you sure?” “She trusts me.” His tone was certain. “She won’t suspect a thing if I’m the one telling her.” After another short silence, his friend said, “As long as you don’t regret it.” Frank chuckled lightly. “I won’t.” So that was how it was. I stood outside the door, my nails digging into my flesh. It hurt so much, but I was going numb. I had only come here to bring him some clothes. It was getting cold, and I was worried he was not wearing enough layers. Now, however, I felt like my heart was being sliced open. A cold wind blew through my chest. I stumbled home, too exhausted to even turn on the lights. My knees buckled and I collapsed onto the couch, curled up and shivering. I felt nauseous and dizzy. Tears spilled from my eyes soundlessly, but I did not have the energy to wipe them away. The door knob clicked. He was back. I heard the sound of his leather shoes approaching. He walked up to the couch and bent down slightly, his voice gentle and worried. “Why didn’t you turn on the lights? The maid said you haven’t eaten. Are you feeling sick again?” He reached out to push the hair out of my face, his eyes filled with concern. “Setlla, what’s the matter?” He then crouched down, putting his hand over mine. His tone was gentle. “If you don’t eat, it’s bad for the baby.” I looked straight into his tender gaze. So love could be entirely an act. Four years ago, my fiancé and my younger sister were caught having an affair at my wedding. My parents forced me to hand over my fiancé, saying family protected each other. They could not afford to lose face in public, so they declared that Nancy Huxley was the bride that day. Back then, Frank had publicly proposed to me. At the time, I thought he was my savior. After we got married, I stood behind him and silently supported him the whole time. I used my market acumen to help him invest and expand his business. Within a few short years, his company went from a nameless startup to one of the rising stars in the investment industry. When we went for IVF to conceive this year, everything seemed to be perfect. He hugged me and said this baby was the gift he had been looking forward to for years. His smile was so tender I could almost drown in it.
Turned out it was just another trick. He was not the only one who could act. I blinked and curved my lips into a smile. “I’m fine. I’m just a little tired.” My voice was soft and slightly tired, as though nothing was amiss. He heaved a sigh of relief and comforted me gently. “Okay. Sleep early tonight.” Why not? I could play this game before the surgery. After that, the curtains would fall on this charade. The next morning, Frank took me to a prenatal checkup. He asked questions about every little detail. Even the doctor laughed and praised him. “You have a great husband. Not many men are this responsible these days.” Frank held my hand, his gaze gentle. “I’ve been looking forward to this baby forever. Of course I’ll take good care of them.” When we walked out of the consultation room, we bumped into my sister Nancy. She wore a loose-fitting dress, and a smug look flashed across her eyes when she saw us. I smirked inwardly when I saw her round belly. No wonder she said she had coincidentally fallen pregnant at the same time as me. She had been waiting for me the entire time. She approached me with a grin and a lighthearted tone. “When are you due, Setlla?” She even held out her hand to touch my stomach. My gaze cold, I smacked her hand aside. “What was that for?” Anger flashed across Nancy’s face. Before she could continue, however, I lowered my head and held my stomach, saying weakly, “My stomach… kinda hurts…” Her words caught in her throat, and her expression instantly stiffened. Frank immediately held my arm, his tone nervous. “Was it because the checkup took too long? Do you want to go back and rest?” His tone was filled with concern, but I could see that his gaze stayed on Nancy, wordlessly consoling her. I lowered my lashes, saying softly, “I’ll head to the washroom.” He frowned and tried to follow me, but I waved him aside. “No need. Wait for me here.” He hesitated but eventually nodded. “Alright, be careful.” I went into the washroom, but the moment I closed the door, I saw him hurry off. As I thought, he had gone to comfort Nancy. I followed him sneakily, standing a short distance away as I watched him soothe her patiently. Nancy frowned and pouted. “Did you fall for her or something? She was so rude to me, but you didn’t even defend me! Tell me honestly, did you feel bad for her?” Frank sighed helplessly. “I did it for the baby. After all, she’s…” Without finishing that sentence, he took a beautiful jewelry box from his pocket and pulled out a brand new bracelet from inside. His tone was gentle as he put it on her wrist. “This is the bracelet you wanted last time. I got it for you.” Nancy’s expression softened. She smirked and said smugly, “I earned a ton on the stock you recommended last time. Do you have any other recommendations?” I stood rooted to the spot, scoffing at the scene unfolding before me. Frank was using everything I gave him to win her heart. I turned around and left, then took out my phone and made a call. “Hello? I want to confirm my appointment tomorrow. Alright, I’ll be there on time.” The familiar footsteps behind me came to a sudden stop. “Tomorrow?” Frank sounded confused. “Where are you going tomorrow?” I turned around and met his gaze with a smile. “I made an appointment for a pregnancy photoshoot. Let’s take some family photos as keepsakes.”
His expression stiffened, and he hesitated. I purposely raised a brow, my tone light. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to go with me?” He could not quite meet my gaze. “No, I’m just… worried you’ll be too tired. Besides, I have a meeting tomorrow at work. How about another day?” I looked at him and chuckled, my tone soft and considerate. “It’s fine. Your work comes first. I can go alone.” He seemed to heave a sigh of relief. He rubbed my head with a smile, his tone indulgent. “What would I do without such a wonderful wife like you?” On the day of the surgery, Frank suddenly pulled out a small bracelet and put it on my wrist before leaving for work. “This is for you.” His tone was gentle as usual. I looked down at it. It was the free gift that came with the bracelet he bought for Nancy. My fingers curled into fists slightly, but I looked up at him with a smile. “Thanks. I love it.” His lips curved as he rubbed my hair, saying softly, “You’re always so sweet, Setlla.” Before going for the surgery, I decided to drop by my maiden home to visit my parents. Just as I was about to head inside, however, I heard the voices inside clearly. Nancy was complaining with a pout, “Why is Setlla always so arrogant? She even hit my hand yesterday!” My mother comforted her softly. “Just tolerate that for now, alright? We eventually gave you her fiancé when you wanted him, didn’t we? This time as well, you just need to be patient.” My father sighed helplessly. “Don’t make a fuss, okay? You finally married the guy you wanted. If your in-Kelvins find out how you’re getting this baby, they’ll get mad again, and Frank will be in trouble.” Frank hastily comforted her, his tone gentle but determined. “Don’t worry, Nancy. I brought the prenatal checkup from yesterday. Everything’s fine. We just need to wait until the baby is born.” He paused and continued, “Mom and Dad, you don’t have to worry about me either. I’ll do anything for Nancy.” My fingertips were cold. All the blood in my body froze over. So they all knew. So this was all part of their plan. So I was nothing more than their pawn from the very start. Not long later, the butler brought over some tea. Frank opened the door to take the cups, but his eyes locked onto something on the floor. There were pearls scattered across the doorway, and a bracelet lay broken. It was the one he had put on my wrist. He immediately went pale, forgetting to breathe. He rushed to the door and looked around, his gaze panicked. After that, he blew up my phone. The moment the call went through, he said anxiously, “Setlla, where are you? I can explain—” I did not reply. His voice grew even more panicked. “Setlla, what happened? Where are you?!” Just then, he heard a nurse saying on the other side— “Setlla Huxley? Please sign this agreement before the surgery.” Frank felt like he was being choked. His breath caught, and he instantly lost it. “A surgery? Where are you? What surgery?!” He practically roared into the phone, his voice unprecedentedly panicked. I looked at the screen calmly, drawing my finger across it lightly. I hung up… then turned off my phone. I sat on the hospital bed, my hands rubbing the sheets subconsciously. My best friend Anna was making some arrangements over the phone. A few seconds later, she ended the call and looked at me. “Everything’s in place.” Her tone was steady as ever. “It’s all according to plan.” I nodded calmly. “Good.” The doctor came into my room, holding my chart. His expression was solemn. “Miss Huxley, let me check again before the surgery—” He flipped through my chart and looked at me solemnly. “The baby is quite far along, so we’ll have to induce labor. This could affect your future… Are you sure?” I did not hesitate for even a second. “I’m sure.” He paused before asking, “Do you have any family with you?” Family? I scoffed. The family who claimed to love me and care for me were all lying to me, planning to give away the baby once it was born. I looked up slowly and told the doctor in a frighteningly calm voice, “I don’t have any family. They’re all dead.” The doctor glanced at me. He wanted to say something, but then he sighed and nodded at the nurse. “Prepare the operation theater.” The door closed slowly, and the world went silent. The only sound left was the beep of the ECG. This was the first decision I made for myself. It was fine. My life would become even better without them. After the surgery, back in my room, I heard Anna’s voice in my ear before I was even fully awake. “Frank kept calling me. I gave him a different address, but he’ll find out soon.” The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Anna’s worried gaze. Her tone was careful. “How do you feel?” I paused and instinctively touched my stomach. It was flat. My fingers paused on the empty belly, as though confirming something… or searching for something. Anna hesitated when she saw my movements and asked cautiously, “Do you… regret it?” I did not reply, my fingers slowly digging into my palms until it began to hurt. Regret? Never. All I felt was… hatred. I hated them for tricking me, and hated myself for taking this long to notice. Fortunately, it was not too late. I did not let them get their way. I looked up with a cold smile. “I don’t regret it at all.” I then reached for the documents I had prepared on my bedside table. My voice was hoarse but clear. “I already signed them.” Anna took the papers and read through them, her gaze serious. “Divorce papers?” I nodded slightly. “Send them out right away.” She did not ask any more questions. “Alright.” She then paused before continuing, “The stocks you invested in with my account have made it big. I’ll transfer the money back to you right now.” I lowered my gaze, my tone calm. “Alright.” After a second, I chuckled, my gaze ice cold. “Don’t let them know. I’ll make them pay, slowly, once I recover.” The next day, I heard panicked footsteps at the door. I closed my eyes and let out a breath, my fingers digging into the sheets. They found me, after all. The door flew open, Frank taking the lead. When he saw me in the hospital bed, all the blood drained from his face. There was no hiding the panic in his eyes. “Setlla! How could you be so rash? You misunderstood, I can explain—” He ran toward me, his tone rushed.
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