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?

"D-Doctor, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Eleanor's voice trembled despite her effort to steady it. She stared at the man in the white coat in front of her as darkness swam at the edges of her vision.

"How is that possible? I…"

In her previous life, this child didn't exist.

The doctor didn't seem surprised by her reaction. He simply slid the ultrasound report toward her and said evenly, "Ms. Sutton, you're six weeks pregnant. There's no mistake. It's written clearly in the report."

He paused, glanced at her pale face, and softened his tone slightly, though his words remained cruel.

"You're showing severe signs of threatened miscarriage. I've prescribed medication to stabilize the pregnancy, and you'll need strict bed rest. If you don't manage to keep this baby, given your physical condition, it may be very difficult for you to conceive again in the future."

Eleanor's gaze slowly dropped to her still-flat belly, and her hand moved there on its own.

A tiny life was growing inside her.

This sudden, unexpected variable sent waves crashing through the calm she'd maintained since her rebirth, stirring her heart into turmoil for the first time.

When she walked out of the hospital, the blazing summer sun stung her eyes.

She instinctively pulled out her phone and opened her chat with Harrison, only to find it empty.

During the days she'd been hospitalized, he'd been just as he'd been in her previous life. He hadn't given her a single call or message.

Should she tell him that they had a child?

The thought barely formed before she crushed it herself, her heart aching with that familiar, dull pain that felt like it had been ground down again and again.

What would telling him change? He already had a child now.

If anything, he might even think she was lying to compete for his attention.

She didn't dare gamble, and she didn't want to.

…

The moment Eleanor stepped through the front door, the broken moans of a woman and a man's heavy breathing drifted down from the second floor, obscene and piercing to the ears.

She paused mid-motion while changing her shoes, her expression calm and unsurprised.

Step by step, she walked upstairs. The sounds grew clearer until she stopped in front of the nursery door.

Through the narrow crack, Winona's dress was bunched around her legs as she sagged bonelessly in Harrison's arms. The flush on her face hadn't faded, and the corners of her eyes were still damp.

Beneath them was the little bed Eleanor had personally chosen for their future child.

Her stomach churned violently, and she nearly retched.

"Harry, I really love this room," Winona said in a hoarse, post-intimacy voice. "Let's use it for our baby later, okay? But the moon lamp is too sharp. Can we replace it?"

"Sure," Harrison replied, sounding mildly helpless but indulgent all the same. "Those were just thrown together before. If you don't like them, I'll have someone come replace everything tomorrow."

Thrown together?

Eleanor's mind instantly flashed back to the sight of Harrison carrying that moon lamp home, eyes bright with excitement like a child eager to show off a toy.

"Look, honey. Our baby will never have to be afraid of the dark," he had said.

While she was lost in that memory, Harrison's gaze fell on Winona's abdomen, his eyes filled with a tenderness Eleanor had never once seen directed at her.

"Winona, don't worry. I'll give our baby the very best this world has to offer."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Winona suddenly lifted her head. Her gaze slipped precisely past Harrison's shoulder and met Eleanor's cold eyes through the crack in the door.

A flicker of triumph crossed Winona's lips before she buried herself back in Harrison's arms, her voice turning tearful and vulnerable.

"Harry, you'll always treat me this well, right? I'm so scared. I heard Eleanor's health has always been poor, and the doctor said it'd be hard for her to have children. If… I mean, if someday she did get pregnant, would you stop loving our baby?"

Harrison patted her back gently, completely unaware of Eleanor standing outside the door, assuming Winona's reaction was just pregnancy-induced anxiety.

"You're overthinking it," he coaxed. "This is my first child. Everything I have in the future will belong to him."

His voice was impossibly gentle, yet every word cut into Eleanor like a blade.

"Even if Eleanor really did have my child, I'd love them just the same. Don't worry."

"Really?" Winona nuzzled closer, her voice filled with satisfaction and delight. "Harry, you're the best."

Outside the door, Eleanor let out a silent scoff.

Love them the same, huh? How generous.

She lowered her gaze to the ultrasound report in her hand, her fingers whitening from the force of her grip.

She would never allow her baby to be tainted by even a trace of this place, and she would never let her child grow up in an environment this pretentious and revolting.

Eleanor calmly pulled out her phone, opened the nursery's surveillance feed, recorded the obscenities, and saved it.

"Mr. Wilbur? It's me, Eleanor. I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me."

After ending the call with her attorney, Bryan Wilbur, Eleanor turned around and saw Harrison walking out of the nursery.

When he noticed her, it was as though he'd only just remembered her existence.

A flicker of discomfort crossed his face before he spoke casually, "Eleanor, I need your help in finding an expert interior designer."

She didn't move and simply looked at him in silence.

His gaze swept over her briefly before drifting away as he continued, "I realized a lot of things in the nursery aren't appropriate for a baby. It's better to have a professional redesign it."

Eleanor watched him with indifference and said nothing.

Was it really inappropriate, or did Winona just not like it?

It seemed Harrison wasn't even going to pretend anymore.

She returned to the guest room, took out the gifts he'd given her over the years, the ones she'd once cherished and displayed so carefully, and tossed them one by one into the fireplace.

Since she'd already decided to leave, there was no reason for any of these things to exist anymore. Furthermore, the thought of leaving them behind for Winona only made her feel sick.

The flames engulfed the music box she'd received on Valentine's Day, quickly devouring the delicate ballerina perched on top.

"No!"

Eleanor felt a shove from behind.

Winona rushed over in a thin nightgown, ignoring the flames as she reached into the fireplace. "Eleanor, why are you burning my things?"

Eleanor froze.

Her things?

"Eleanor, how could you be so cruel?" Winona cried, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at her.

"These are all I have left to remember him by. Why won't you even leave me this much? You already have Harry. In the future, you'll also be… the mother of my baby…"

Before she could finish, Harrison's tall figure appeared in the doorway.

He took in the mess on the floor, and the crying Winona, and his face darkened instantly. "Eleanor, what did you do?"

Eleanor stared at him without saying a word.

To Harrison, her silence was an admission of guilt.

The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by utter disappointment.

Eleanor suddenly laughed, the sound light and airy, yet sharp enough to sting.

She turned and went upstairs. Moments later, she returned and dumped an identical jewelry box, as well as all the unburned "gifts" in it, at Winona's feet.

"They're yours, huh? Do you like them? You can have them all then."

Harrison's heart lurched.

He stared at Eleanor's smiling eyes, which held no warmth at all, and a powerful sense of unease seized him. He instinctively reached out, wanting to grab her hand and say something.

"Harry…" Winona tugged weakly at his sleeve, looking at him pitifully. "It's fine. I'm content with just being able to live here. Even if Eleanor burns everything, it doesn't matter…"

"How could it not matter?" Harrison replied immediately. "Forget it. If they're burned, they're burned. I'll buy you new ones."

His thoughts derailed. Seeing Winona's pale face, he ultimately chose to support her instead.

After everything they'd been through, Eleanor wouldn't leave him.

The door closed, and silence returned.

Eleanor's phone chimed with a message from Harrison. "Eleanor, wait for me to return. We'll talk then. Just put up with it a little longer for my sake, okay?"

For several days after, Harrison didn't return.

That afternoon, Eleanor was in a video call with the head of the War Correspondents Alliance.

"Sue, we've received your request to delay your start date," the man said gently. "We completely understand and agree that you can return after giving birth. A child is a gift from God, after all."

"Thank you," Eleanor replied, a rare warmth touching her expression.

Just then, the bedroom door was kicked open.

Harrison stormed in with Winona and slammed a phone down onto the table in front of Eleanor.

"Eleanor!" His eyes were bloodshot, resembling those of a furious beast. "Why can't you just put up with her? Why did you get people to target her like this?"

Eleanor lowered her gaze and picked up the phone.

The screen was flooded with videos and photos.

Some depicted Winona in disheveled clothes after being "kidnapped", some were screenshots of hate comments calling her a shameless mistress, while others were photos of her lying in a hospital bed with thick bandages wrapped around her wrists after she attempted to take her own life.