Eleanor Sutton was in love with Harrison Luther since she was 20 years old. She married him when she turned 22.

Five years into their marriage, they had yet to have a child together. Harrison kept protecting Eleanor from his family while enduring the pressure they kept inflicting on him. At that time, everyone claimed that Eleanor was Harrison's weak spot.

But everything changed once news of Harrison having an illegitimate child was leaked. He kneeled in the downpour for the whole day afterward as a form of punishment. Then, he explained to Eleanor that it was just an accident, and that he vowed to love her and her only. So, Eleanor accepted the outcome of the illegitimate child being kept in the family, while the mistress was exiled far, far away.

But despite Harrison's promise, his mistress, Winona Birch, still ended up moving into Eleanor's home, where she'd be cared for during her pregnancy. Harrison began skipping meetings for her sake, and he'd also ditch Eleanor just so he could go on strolls with Winona. In fact, he'd even abandon Eleanor halfway during their dates in order to be with Winona.

The first time Eleanor brought up divorce, Harrison slit his wrists in the bathroom. He left a suicide note, claiming that he'd rather die than not being able to grow old with Eleanor.

When divorce was brought up the second time, Harrison hurriedly pleaded to Eleanor to not leave him. But after multiple conflicts, his attitude toward her became wishy-washy.

After their 100th argument, Eleanor ran away from their home. Harrison no longer went after her, thinking that she'd eventually return to his side. But she died in that rainy night.

When Eleanor opens her eyes again, she finds out that she has returned to the day Harrison's illegitimate child is exposed.

This time, she dials a number. "I shall accept the offer of becoming a war correspondent."

Her editor reminds her that she won't be able to get in touch with the outside world once she embarks on this journey, and that she needs Harrison's permission in order to accept the offer.

Eleanor merely replies, "I'll divorce Harrison soon. I'll depart on time in a week."

She wants to make sure that Harrison will never be able to find her anymore.

Everyone believed that Harrison Luther loved Eleanor Sutton beyond reason.

If not for what came later, Eleanor herself would've believed it, too. She would've believed in his sincerity for the rest of her life.

But reality was always far crueler than imagination.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing outside the mansion, her hand resting on the door she was about to push open.

"E-Eleanor?"

Kieran Zeigler shot to his feet from the couch, clearly flustered. "What are you doing here?"

Eleanor didn't answer him. Her gaze slipped past him and landed in the garden.

There, Harrison was feeding a spoonful of mushroom soup to her best friend, Winona Birch, his movements slow and careful, his expression gentle.

Kieran followed after her, panic creeping into his voice. "Eleanor, please don't misunderstand. It's not what you think. Harry's doing this for you."

For her?

Eleanor laughed coldly to herself.

What a ridiculous excuse, and yet it was identical to the one she'd heard in her previous life.

Back then, when Winona had shown up pregnant, Harrison had said the same thing, and she'd believed him.

What followed was watching him smile tenderly as he stood beside Winona and her child while growing colder toward Eleanor by the day, until Eleanor died in a rainy night.

Kieran started again. "Eleanor—"

"Shut up."

She looked at the couple standing together so naturally, slipped the wedding ring off her finger, tossed it onto the ground, and turned away.

She had barely stepped back into the house, and the entryway light hadn't even been turned on yet, when the door behind her was pushed open.

Just like before, he spoke first. "Eleanor, listen to me. I can explain."

"Explain?" Eleanor finally said, her voice hoarse. "Fine. You can explain to me why Winona is carrying your child."

Harrison paused before answering, "My mother wants a grandchild. As long as we give her what she wants, we'll be able to stay together in the long run."

He reached for her hand, but Eleanor pulled back sharply.

Harrison took a box out of his pocket. "Eleanor, I promise you that even if there's a child, you'll always be my only one."

Inside was a diamond necklace known as "One and Only", which he'd bought at an astronomical price.

Eleanor sneered inwardly.

In her previous life, that necklace had belonged to Winona. Now, he was handing something meant for his mistress to her instead.

His idea of being someone's one and only was laughably cheap.

Still, she let him fasten the necklace around her neck. The diamond pressed coldly against her skin, and it made her feel sick.

"Once the baby's born, the nanny will take care of everything," Harrison continued, already envisioning a happy family of three."It won't interfere with our life together. You'll always be my one and only wife."

The phone on the coffee table vibrated.

A message from Winona popped up. "Harry, I'm wearing the pajamas you bought me. When are you coming back?"

Attached was a photo of Winona in sheer black sleepwear, her pregnant belly unmistakable.

Harrison turned off the phone almost immediately, hesitation flickering across his face as he looked at Eleanor. "Eleanor, something urgent came up at the company. I have to go take care of it."

He stood up. "Go to bed early. You don't have to wait for me."

The door closed behind him.

Eleanor watched the closed door, reached up, pulled the necklace off, and tossed it into the trash as casually as if she were throwing away an ordinary piece of rubbish.

"What a shame, Harrison. If you'd said all this in my last life, I might've been moved. But now, I don't want your 'one and only' anymore."

Eleanor was woken the next morning by a harsh scraping sound.

In the living room, several workers were tearing down the wedding photos of her and Harrison from the wall. The glass frames dragged across the floor, leaving long, jagged lines behind.

"What are you doing?" Eleanor asked.

Her voice was still raspy from sleep, but it carried a chill.

The man in charge replied casually, "Mr. Luther's orders. The new Mrs. Luther is moving in and doesn't like seeing other people's photos on the wall."

The new Mrs. Luther?

A memory occurred to her then.

In her previous life, when she woke up to find her wedding photos being taken down, she'd cried and begged the workers to stop.

Right after that, messages from Harrison and Winona arrived, informing her that they were moving in.

Winona had followed up by sending countless obscene photos, leaving Eleanor unable to process what was happening.

When Harrison finally brought Winona through the door, Eleanor had lost control entirely, screaming and making a scene so ugly that all she earned in the end was Harrison's disgust and Winona's triumphant smile.

Now, watching the wedding photo she'd once treasured get crumpled up and stuffed into a trash bag, Eleanor felt nothing at all.

If anything, it seemed laughable.

After experiencing that kind of heartbreak once, the pain really didn't feel as devastating the second time around.

Just then, her phone vibrated in her hand, and Winona's name appeared on the screen.

Dozens of photos followed in quick succession of Harrison gently stroking Winona's pregnant belly, his eyes soft, Harrison standing in the kitchen cooking for her, patient and attentive, and the two of them cuddling together on the couch, Winona's cheeks flushed.

Every photo carried a timestamp that perfectly matched the days he'd claimed to be on business trips or stuck in meetings.

At the end of the spam was a taunting message. "Eleanor, Harry said my belly's getting big, and living elsewhere isn't convenient. He's bringing me back to 'our home' today."

Another message popped up immediately after.

This one was from Harrison, and it was identical to the one she'd received in her previous life. "Eleanor, I'm bringing Winona home today. Clean up the master bedroom and let her stay there. She's pregnant, so be considerate."

Eleanor sneered. It was just as she'd expected.

She deleted the messages and sat quietly on the couch.

The door opened, and Harrison walked in with Winona, instinctively positioning himself in front of her as though shielding her.

Eleanor let out a quiet scoff.

"Eleanor?" Harrison frowned. "Didn't I tell you to clean the room? Is the master bedroom ready?"

Her gaze dropped to Winona's swollen belly. She remembered that this child never made it to term in her previous life.

"Eleanor, please don't be angry," Winona said the moment she saw her, her eyes reddening instantly. "I'm only joining you and Harry temporarily. Once I give birth, I'll leave. Please, just take pity on me and let me stay for a while."

Eleanor smiled so gently that it was almost unsettling.

Harrison froze. The words he'd prepared stuck in his throat. He'd expected tears, shouting, or hysterics. He hadn't expected this.

"Of course," Eleanor said softly, nodding. "Pregnancy isn't easy. I'll go clean up the master bedroom right now."

Winona's smugness barely had time to surface before her expression faltered in confusion. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

Harrison looked at Eleanor, confusion written all over his face. "Eleanor, are you really okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Eleanor tilted her head as she looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Didn't you say she'd be leaving soon? I can wait."

As she turned toward the guest room, the smile on her lips deepened.

Behind her, Harrison and Winona spoke in hushed voices, clearly trying to figure out what her reaction meant.

…

That night, Eleanor had just finished showering when the door to the guest room was pushed open.

Harrison paused when he saw she was awake, then walked closer, deliberately lightening his steps. "Eleanor, about what happened earlier… do you really not mind?"

He reached out tentatively to pull her into his arms. Eleanor didn't move away and even leaned closer.

"Mind what? You said you'd handle it. I believe you."

Eleanor let him hold her, though her heart was already numb.

The arrangements for her war correspondent assignment were already in motion. Before long, she and Harrison would never cross paths again.

Early the next morning, Harrison woke up in the guest room. Hearing movement in the bathroom, he pushed the door open and saw Eleanor bent over the sink, retching.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he hurried over. "Are you feeling sick?"

Her face was pale, and she didn't look at him. "It's nothing. I'm just a little nauseous."

Harrison rubbed her back gently. After she steadied herself, he spoke with hesitation. "Eleanor, Mom found out yesterday that you already knew about Winona. She said there's no point hiding it anymore."

Eleanor lifted her head and met his gaze in the mirror.

"She wants us to go back to Luther Manor today," he continued. "She also wants me to bring Winona so we can all have dinner together as a family."

A family?

Eleanor laughed silently.

In his eyes, Winona was already family.

She remembered the family dinner at Luther Manor in her previous life.

On the way back, they were in a car accident, and Winona lost the baby. After that, Harrison treated Winona with excessive care under the excuse of guilt.

Now, she knew how ridiculous that had been. It hadn't been guilt at all. It had been love.

"If you're not feeling well, rest for a bit," Harrison said. "I'll have the driver come pick you up later."

He left the bathroom after saying that.

In the end, Eleanor still went to Luther Manor.

As soon as she stepped inside, she heard her mother-in-law, Miranda Coleman, laughing as she coaxed Winona.

It wasn't until their housekeeper, Lauren Smith, noticed Eleanor at the door that she spoke up quietly. "Mrs. Luther is here."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Miranda glanced at Eleanor, her smile vanishing. "Since you're here, sit down. Dinner's almost ready," she said flatly.

Eleanor chose the seat farthest away.

The smell of steak made her gag, and she covered her mouth.

"What's wrong?" Miranda said sharply. "Does the food not suit your taste? You're so delicate. You're nothing like Winona. She eats everything with an appetite. You can tell she's built for bearing children."

As she spoke, she piled food onto Winona's plate. "Winona, you're truly a gift to our family. Once the baby's born, I'll raise it myself."

Winona lowered her head shyly and glanced at Harrison. "Thank you, Miranda."

Harrison suddenly slammed his fork down, his expression dark. "Mom, I've said it before. I'll only have one wife for the rest of my life, and that's Eleanor!"

Winona's face went pale.

Meanwhile, Eleanor lowered her eyes and smiled coldly.

He'd said the same thing at their wedding, yet he already had someone else in his arms.

…

No one enjoyed the meal.

When they left, Harrison caught up to Eleanor and spoke softly. "Eleanor, my mom's always been like that. Don't take it to heart."

She didn't respond.

When they reached the car, Eleanor reached for the back door out of habit, but it opened from the inside. Winona was already sitting there, smiling innocently. "Eleanor, I get carsick. Harry said I should sit back here."

Harrison looked a tad awkward. "She's pregnant. It's safer for her back there."

Eleanor paused for a moment, then withdrew her hand calmly and got into the passenger seat instead.

The car fell silent.

All of a sudden, Winona leaned forward and met Eleanor's gaze in the rearview mirror. "Harry, it feels stuffy in here."

As she spoke, she deliberately tugged at her collar, exposing a glaring red mark on her neck.

Eleanor remained expressionless until her gaze fell on the platinum iris necklace around Winona's neck.

Her pupils shrank.

In her previous life, Winona hadn't been wearing it on their way back from Luther Manor, so why was she wearing it now?

That necklace had been placed around Eleanor's neck by her father, Michael Sutton, on her 18th birthday.

Her mother, Annabelle Fox, had smiled and said, "Our little princess is all grown up. This is your coming-of-age gift from us. We hope you'll be blessed with a lifetime of happiness."

It was the only thing they'd left her and the only thing she could remember them by.

Eleanor turned sharply, her voice shaking. "Why do you have my necklace? Give it back."

Startled by her reaction, Winona instinctively clutched the necklace, looking at Harrison with a wronged expression. "I don't know what you're talking about. Harry gave it to me."

Harrison gave it to her?

Eleanor looked at him and felt as though she were staring at a stranger.

He knew exactly how precious that necklace was to her.

Even in her previous life, no matter how bad things had gotten between them, he'd never touched it. And now, he'd taken it from her jewelry box and handed it to Winona himself.

Eleanor snapped. She unbuckled her seatbelt and lunged toward the back seat, reaching for the necklace. "That's mine!"

"Ah!" Winona screamed.

The car screeched to a stop by the roadside.

"That's enough, Eleanor!" Harrison snapped coldly. "It's just a necklace. I already gave you One and Only. That old necklace was something you wore for years. I gave it to Winona because she liked it. She didn't even mind that it was secondhand, so why are you causing a scene?"

"M-My stomach hurts…" Winona sobbed in his arms, barely able to breathe. "Harry, my stomach…"

Harrison's expression changed instantly. He turned to Eleanor, his voice icy. "Get out and take a cab home."

Another wave of nausea surged through Eleanor, followed by sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Her face went pale as she clutched her stomach. "Harrison, I don't feel well either..."

"Stop it, Eleanor!" he snapped impatiently.

The door was opened, and he pulled Eleanor out of the car.

Then, Harrison ordered his driver, "William, go to the hospital."

"Yes, Mr. Luther," William Jones replied as he turned the car around.

The black car sped away, leaving Eleanor standing on the crowded street as pain surged through her body and darkness crept into her vision.

She tried to wave down a cab, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm.

Her body finally went limp as she fainted.

…

When she woke up again, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled her nose.

The doctor chided her, "You're awake. You fainted due to anemia and emotional distress. Where's your husband? You're six weeks pregnant. How could he be so irresponsible and leave you alone like this?"

Six weeks pregnant?