Vivian's frown gradually eased as she glanced at me standing outside the door. I could see her hesitation.

I had wired her living expenses every month without fail over the past five years. It was obvious to everyone that Cora couldn't possibly compare to me in terms of financial stability.

My heart felt like it had sunk into icy waters. As my husband, Abel not only failed to inform me about this situation beforehand but also chose to humiliate me in public.

Did he truly think I had no temper and no self-respect?

As the room fell silent, Cora's eyes reddened, and she began to sob. "The child I'm carrying is innocent, and I will give birth to him, no matter the circumstances.

"You can say whatever you want about me, but I hope my child won't be dragged into this."

Large teardrops rolled down her cheeks, painting a picture of vulnerability and pity.

Abel's face was full of anguish as he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. His voice carried a note of blame as he spoke, "Mom, please say something. You know a pregnant woman needs to stay emotionally stable."

After Abel and I got married, his parents had immediately started pressuring us to have children. Even so, I hadn't been able to conceive for five years, and I was well aware of the hurtful comments they made behind my back.

Abel's father, Tatum Brooks, was busy considering the importance of having an heir. He, who had been silent until now, finally chose to speak up, saying, "Cora is carrying the Brooks family's bloodline, after all. Everyone should try to control their tempers for the next few months."

As soon as the words left his mouth, all eyes turned to me. They stood together as a unified front, and I felt like an outsider for a moment.

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "Does anyone even care about my opinion?"

When he noticed my displeasure, Abel angrily positioned himself in front of Cora and snapped, "Aspen Larkin, are you deaf?

"We've already explained everything to your face. What more do you want to know?"

I let out another cold laugh. My dear husband had been away on business for half a year, and he had returned home with such a shocking surprise.

Now, not only did he refuse to offer a proper explanation, but he also treated me with such an overbearing attitude.

Seeing me remain silent, Cora began crying again. She clung to Abel's wrist and sobbed. "Abel, if Aspen is truly upset, maybe I should just leave."

Vivian quickly interjected upon hearing this, "You're carrying our grandchild. How could we possibly let you leave?"

Abel glared at me and demanded, "Say something! Look at how scared Cora is. The child in her womb is mine, after all. If you have any objections, you can vent them to me in private, but I will not allow you to harm her."

Cora gripped Abel's wrist tightly and spoke anxiously, "No, Abel. I don't want you to bear any resentment, either. It would break my heart."

That single sentence from Cora brought tears to Abel's eyes.

His parents exchanged smiles and nodded in approval. They seemed clearly satisfied with Cora.

I couldn't bear to hear another word, so I turned and walked away. I locked myself in the master bedroom for the rest of the afternoon, refusing to come out.

The laughter echoing from the living room felt unbearably grating.

…

Later in the day, Eve knocked on the door and came in to tell me something. Cora had initially intended to move into the master bedroom, but Vivian had stopped her.

"She said that they're still getting supported by the Larkins and that the family still relies on you to handle important matters. They can't afford to provoke you completely. She also mentioned…"

Eve had watched me grow up and knew my temperament well. She paused to gauge my reaction, and when I didn't interrupt her, she continued, "She also said that all pregnancy expenses should be covered by you.

"After all, since you can't have children, you might as well get involved and experience it for yourself."

My face darkened when I heard this. I straightened my sleeves and asked, "Anything else?"

Eve added, "She also mentioned that since you don't have children, all your assets will eventually belong to this child."

I couldn't help but laugh. What a masterful plan this family had concocted! I kept my composure, despite the anger that bubbled within me. I knew this wasn't the time to act.

When Eve asked how I planned to respond, I simply smiled and told her to carry on as usual.

She then brought me lunch, and I sat by the bedroom window after eating, gazing at the scene below. At the moment, Abel was escorting Cora out of the house.

Memories rushed back to me. It was also an afternoon like this when I returned to my parents in tears five years ago. I had adamantly declared that I would marry no one but Abel.

At the time, my parents already had someone else in mind for me—Andre Schmidt, the only son of the Schmidt family.

Schmidt Corp was one of the top companies in Jonesburg, and Andre and I had been neighbors since childhood. My parents adored him and frequently invited him over for meals.

However, I never saw Andre in that light. My entire heart was set on Abel after meeting him, and I had no interest in marrying into the Schmidt family.

I argued with my parents, saying that our generation should have the freedom to choose our own spouses. Besides, I was sure Andre didn't have feelings for me, either.

But my parents insisted that if Andre didn't like me, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to pick me up and drop me home so many times after my outings. It was just that I didn't care whether Andre liked me or not at the time.

The day I met Abel was during the student council recruitment event on the first day of university. We both reached for the same application form at the exact moment.

He was incredibly polite. He apologized and offered the form to me. I still remembered that he wore a gray tracksuit that day. His eyes were clear as day, and his smile was warm and radiant.

In addition, he was tall, and his hands were strikingly attractive—a detail that captivated me as someone who admired hands.

Later, I got his phone number, and he casually replied as soon as I introduced myself, "Ah, Ms. Larkin, I've heard so much about you."

From that moment on, I found myself hoping to bump into him on campus. I even went out of my way to join the student council just to spend more time with him.

It was love at first sight, and I willingly followed in his shadow ever since.

After we got married, Abel suggested managing my company so I could live a leisurely life as a stay-at-home wife.

I didn't refuse. I believed that as a couple, we should be of one mind. Plus, Abel's family wasn't well-off, and I thought it was only right to support his ambitions.

Both my parents and my close friends had advised me to think it through.

Even before the wedding, my parents had warned me that Abel wasn't marrying me solely out of love but was also drawn to the financial security our family provided. I dismissed their concerns and said it didn't matter as long as Abel truly loved me.

After our marriage, Abel's parents began enjoying a much more comfortable life. They quit their factory jobs and lived contentedly on the monthly allowance Abel sent them.

Abel's parents would often boast to everyone that he was now a successful CEO, attracting countless relatives from the Brooks family seeking his help.

Some even went as far as asking Abel to arrange marriages for their children, insisting he match them with prominent figures in Jonesburg.

Despite their demands, I wasn't bothered. I thought that since my family had wealth, helping them a little wouldn't hurt.

What Abel didn't know was that Andre came to see me on the night before my engagement. He brought me a share transfer agreement.

Andre said he hoped I would sign it so that I would have the financial security to walk away from Abel if my marriage ever turned unhappy.

Clenching his fists tightly, he looked at me seriously and said, "It's not just the Larkins backing you—you also have me. If he ever hurts you, I won't let him get away with it!"

I laughed and told him he was overthinking. I trusted my judgment ever since I was a child, and I firmly believed Abel would never betray me.

Looking back now, everyone's warnings were true, but I ignored them all since I was too blinded by love.

After marriage, Abel would always find faults with me, even though I tried my best to please him. He'd criticized my lack of housekeeping skills, claimed I had a temper, and compared me unfavorably to his friends' wives, saying they were more virtuous.

At the time, I was devoted to Abel and even changed my habits for him.

He liked to see me at home when he returned, so I made an effort to always be there. I even experimented with different recipes to make him delicious meals.

My best friend, Rachel Jackman, remarked that marriage had turned me into someone unrecognizable. The once lively socialite who loved shopping and photography was now changing herself for a man.

Abel's parents, on the other hand, were very pleased with me. During every family gathering, his relatives would praise me for being beautiful and kind-hearted.

It seemed the only person in the entire family who could find fault with me was Abel himself.

For years, I thought I wasn't doing enough. But now, I realized Abel never saw me as anything more than a stepping stone. How could he ever see my worth if he had never truly loved me?

And so, that was how these people settled Cora into my home without even consulting me.

Cora personally knocked on my door to invite me to dinner that evening. After I declined three times, she started crying outside my door in a soft, pitiful voice.

Her cries grew louder, eventually drawing Abel's attention. She took the opportunity to say, "Aspen seems to have a big problem with me. I called her to dinner, and she scolded me instead."

Annoyed, I opened the door and stared at Cora, who was sobbing with a delicate, pitiful expression.

Abel rushed over, his face full of concern as he grabbed her arm to comfort her. "Stop crying. Let me handle this."

Cora then pulled a hairpin from her pocket and held it out to me. "Aspen, I made this myself. Please accept it. Let's get along from now on, okay?"

Before she could finish, I interrupted, "Stop dreaming. Who are you putting on this act for?"

Cora buried herself in Abel's arms upon hearing that, seemingly heartbroken.

Abel stormed over in fury and slapped me across the face. "Aspen, I warned you! Cora is pregnant and needs to remain calm. You vile woman! Are you trying to harm her and the baby?"

His expression was one of pure contempt, as if I were some unforgivable criminal. Nonetheless, I knew that that slap had shattered any remaining trace of connection between us.

I furiously glared at the pair of despicable people before me. Then, I stepped forward and delivered two sharp slaps to Abel's face without hesitation.