We're celebrating my son, Baby Selwyn, turning a month old. I'm walking past the pool with him in my arms when someone shoves me from behind.

Colin Selwyn jumps into the pool like a madman. He saves us and immediately rushes us to the hospital. Baby Selwyn makes it out alive because of the timely rescue.

When I open my eyes again, Baby Selwyn and Colin aren't by my side. I sit up while coughing and remove the needle inserted into my hand. I leave the hospital room and head for the pediatric department, wanting to see Baby Selwyn.

However, as I walk past the emergency room, I hear Colin talking to a doctor.

"We managed to save the child from drowning, Mr. Selwyn. Why has he now died of asphyxiation?"

"I smothered him. Per the plan, he was never supposed to make it out alive!"

"But why? He's your son!"

"I promised Sandy that I would make our child the Selwyn family's sole heir. Lucille should never have given birth to Baby Selwyn."

Colin's tone is gentle and calm, yet his words are cold and cruel. I've always thought I had a loving marriage, but it's just a joke!

I've already lost my beloved son, and my heartless husband is the one behind his death. I don't want him anymore!

We threw a party to celebrate my son, Baby Selwyn, turning a month old. I was walking past the pool with him in my arms when someone shoved me from behind.

Colin Selwyn jumped into the pool like a madman. He saved us and immediately rushed us to the hospital. Baby Selwyn made it out alive because of the timely rescue.

When I opened my eyes again, Baby Selwyn and Colin weren't by my side. I sat up while coughing and removed the needle inserted into my hand. I left the hospital room and headed for the pediatric department, wanting to see Baby Selwyn.

However, as I walked past the emergency room, I heard Colin talking to a doctor.

"We managed to save the child from drowning, Mr. Selwyn. Why has he now died of asphyxiation?"

"I smothered him. Per the plan, he was never supposed to make it out alive!"

"But why? He's your son!"

"I promised Sandy that I would make our child the Selwyn family's sole heir. Lucille should never have given birth to Baby Selwyn."

The doctor's eyes widened in surprise.

He asked hesitantly, "You're going to swap Sandy's baby in as a stand-in? The two babies may have been born on the same day, but they look nothing alike. Won't Mrs. Selwyn notice?"

"Relax. Both babies have blue eyes, high noses, and dimples. They take after me. I'll bring over the new baby in a few days. Lucille won't suspect a thing. Just make sure you handle Baby Selwyn's body for me. And don't forget the sterilization meds I asked for. I'm giving them to Lucille."

The doctor sounded unsure. "Mr. Selwyn, this drug could hurt her uterus. She fell into the pool not long after giving birth, and that already put a strain on her womb. If she takes this, she may never be able to have kids again."

"That's not a concern. I promised Sandy I wouldn't have any more kids. No child could ever compete for love with ours."

"Mr. Selwyn, please think this through. If Mrs. Selwyn takes this, she may never be able to have kids again. It's too much!"

The doctor kept trying to talk Colin out of it, unwilling to hand over the medication.

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to treat her badly. Mrs. Selwyn's title is hers to keep. I'm taking care of her for the rest of her life. She already has a son. So what if she can't have kids anymore?

"Sandy's married now. All she left me was this kid. From now on, I'm going to live a good life with Lucille."

I stood barefoot on the cold floor, the chill creeping into my heart. So, Colin was offering me nothing but the empty title of Mrs. Selwyn. Was this really the kind of marriage I wanted?

Out of nowhere, Colin's phone rang. He put it on speaker, and a man's frantic voice filled the room.

"Mr. Selwyn, I already erased the surveillance footage from the villa. No one's going to find out I shoved Mrs. Selwyn into the pool, right?"

"Calm down. I made sure everyone was out of the way. No one saw anything. I've wired a million dollars to your account. Get out today and make sure Lucille never sees you again!"

Their voices and footsteps grew louder, so I stumbled back to my hospital room. Tears streamed down my face, soaking the crisp white sheets.

I never imagined Colin could do something so cruel just to make Sandy's child the only heir to the Selwyns!

When Colin and I got married, I knew he still had feelings for someone else—Sandy Wentworth, his childhood sweetheart. They never ended up together. She married someone else, and he married me.

I loved Colin enough to accept that Sandy would always have a special place in his heart. I gave him everything I had for three years, and I thought our relationship was getting stronger.

One day, he said, "Lue, let's have a baby!"

I broke down in tears, feeling like my love finally paid off. I honestly thought he started to love me back. But what I heard today completely crushed that fantasy.

Poor Baby Selwyn. He was so small and delicate when he was born; he only recently became all plump and rosy.

He used to smile at everyone. He just figured out how to roll over. He would stretch out his tiny arms, flashing that sweet, innocent grin.

Baby Selwyn loved being in my arms, and he also loved reaching for Colin. But that same person who would scoop him up and lift him high was the one who took his life. How could Colin ever live with that?

"Lucille, why are you crying? Baby Selwyn's fine," Colin said as he came into my hospital room, holding a thermos. "He just needs a few more days in the nursery. Don't worry about it!"

He saw my tears and rushed over, fumbling to wipe them off.

I pulled away from him, my stomach turning. I turned to the side and gagged, using the moment to break free from his arms. His touch made me feel sick.

Colin pulled back his arms, looking uncomfortable. Then, he picked up the thermos.

"Drink some water, Lucille. I got these pills from the nurse. Take them and get some sleep. You'll feel better after a rest."

I stared at the pills in his hand, his words to the doctor still ringing in my ears. Just when I thought my heart was completely numb, a fresh wave of pain hit me.

"What are these?" I asked, staring him down.

Colin avoided my gaze, looking uneasy.

"It's just some cold medicine. You fell in the pool and were really shaken up. You should take something so you don't get sick," he explained.

"I'm not taking them. I need to breastfeed Baby Selwyn. I can't just take any medication."

Colin paused for a second, his voice softening as he said, "I get that Baby Selwyn's important, but your health comes first. I'll make sure he gets fed. You just focus on getting your strength back. I know someone…"

He glanced at me, then quickly turned his gaze away.

"Yeah, you know, Sandy. Her baby was born too early and didn't make it, but she's still producing milk. It'd be a shame for it to go to waste, so I asked her to help feed Baby Selwyn."

Colin's words hit me like a punch to the gut. I never imagined he would be bold enough to go this far.

I was so stunned that I didn't resist when he shoved the pills into my mouth. The bitter taste coated my tongue, sinking like a weight in my chest.

A second later, a sharp pain sliced through my abdomen. It was so intense, I thought I might black out. A warm rush of fluid ran down my legs, and in no time, bright red blood soaked through the clean sheets underneath me.

In my foggy state, I heard Colin's frantic voice. "Doctor! Get over here! She's bleeding out!"

They rushed me back into the operating room. I could hear frantic footsteps and nurses shouting in tense, urgent voices.

"Get to the blood bank. She's losing too much blood!"

"This is bad. We're running low…"

Then, everything went dark.

…

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Colin, his face drained of color.

"Lucille, you're awake! You lost a lot of blood. The blood bank was low, so I gave mine to help save you. How are you feeling?" he asked.

He glanced at me, shifting awkwardly as he continued, "The doctor said falling into that freezing pool in the dead of winter messed up your uterus. That's why you hemorrhaged. You won't be able to… have kids anymore."

"Don't be upset. At least we've got Oliver. One kid's enough. I wouldn't want you going through the pain of childbirth again," Colin said.

Oliver? Was that what he named Sandy's baby? It was such a beautiful name, one that brought a sense of peace.

Our child was only ever called Baby Selwyn up until now. It wasn't because Colin was proud. It was because he couldn't even be bothered to name our baby.

Fighting back my tears, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Everything that happened today left me completely broken. I wasn't ready to deal with it yet.

"Try to get some sleep. I'll stay with you tonight," Colin murmured, pulling the blanket around me. "I know it's tough. Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere. Once Oliver's ready to leave the nursery, I'll bring him over to see you."

I pulled the covers up over my head. His voice grated on me even more in the dark.

"From now on, the three of us are going to be a happy family!" he said.

I couldn't help but smile, but it was a bitter one.

If I hadn't heard the truth for myself, I probably would have stayed clueless, helping the man who killed Baby Selwyn raise Oliver just for Sandy's sake. I would have probably ended up spending my whole life stuck in the false happiness he'd set up for me.

Right then, Colin's phone rang. He quickly stepped outside to answer it, only to rush back in a minute later.

"Lucille, I'm sorry, but there's a work emergency I need to take care of. I'll be back soon, alright? Wait for me!"

He was gone before I could say anything. The room fell completely silent. I had no idea how long I lay there before finally grabbing my phone and opening social media.

I stared at the red notification, my fingers shaking as I tapped on it. It was a selfie of Sandy holding a baby.

The caption read, "Baby's daddy made me a healthy meal after I gave birth and even prepped baby food. He's really getting the hang of it. We both love it!"

In the photo, Sandy and Oliver were smiling sweetly at the camera. Behind them, a man was busy in the kitchen.

His figure was hard to make out, but I spotted that royal blue down vest. It was the limited-edition one I had a friend get for Colin from overseas, knowing how much he loved that color.

So, that was his "emergency"—cooking for the woman he loved and their child. I didn't even know he could cook. He never set foot in the kitchen in the three years we were married.

Even when I had a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit and was bedridden for two days, all he did was order me a burger by tapping a few buttons on his phone.

It couldn't be more obvious just how much he was willing to do for someone he truly loved.