Perhaps he had forgotten why I had been so persistent in wanting a child.

Back when Logan was just starting his business and funds were tight, I endured sleeping in the basement with him and surviving on cold steamed bread for a month. Once, in his haste, he left some documents at home, and in my rush to deliver them, I stumbled and fell on the way.

That was when I lost our first child.

I had lost it before I even knew it was there.

My earliest memories were of the orphanage, where I was ostracized and targeted. Only the matron showed me genuine kindness, but she had too many children to care for. I didn't dare to compete or stand out. In many crucial moments in my life, I faced alone. That was why, as I grew older, I yearned more than anyone for a happy, complete family.

After that accident, the doctor said because of my miscarriage and malnutrition, my body was damaged. Getting pregnant became even more challenging. Over the years, I took countless medications and saw numerous doctors, all to finally have my own child.

Now, that child had become Logan's bargaining chip.

"Logan, I don't need it anymore."

Looking at me, Logan had a hint of mockery on his face upon hearing my words.

"Don't need it? Fay, stop pretending."

In Logan's eyes, I was good at pretending.

To support Logan, I had willingly given up coveted dance troupe invitations and plunged into endless commercial performances. From being a singer's backup dancer to performing at mall openings, I took on every opportunity, regardless of the conditions.

Sometimes, the stages were shabby, wet, and slippery, leaving me bruised all over after each show. Once, I even tore a ligament severely, but I never dared to mention a word of it to Logan, fearing he'd feel guilty.

Even if Logan accidentally discovered my injuries, I always played it off, telling him they were just makeup scars to give him a scare.

He always believed it, never truly caring whether I was actually hurt.

During those dark, hopeless times when there seemed no way out, he just needed a living being by his side.

Logan didn't care who the living being was. Whether it was a cat, a dog, or me, it made no difference to him.

He knew what I desired most and exactly how to manipulate me.

But I truly didn't need it anymore. I already had my child, and I would give my baby a warm, happy home.

As I was about to speak, Rebecca opened the door and walked out.

"Are you Fay Tautou? I'm Rebecca. I heard you're going to try the medicine for me. Thank you."

Rebecca reached out her hand for a handshake, but I averted my eyes, offering no response.

Logan, frowning, looked at me, his words laced with reprimand.

"Fay, do you have any manners?"

"I have OCD."

I mocked Logan with a sneer.

"Let it go, Logan. After all, the side effects of the drug are unknown. The doctor even said it might cause dizziness, vomiting, or even severe bleeding. If Fay doesn't want to try it, let it be. Don't pressure her."

Rebecca, feeling uneasy, tugged at Logan's shirt, clearly not wanting all the attention on me.

"Fay, can't you be reasonable? Rebecca is a patient. Can't you accommodate her?"

Logan's frown was a familiar expression, so I knew he was angry.

Normally, if he frowned, regardless of whose fault it was, I would be the first to apologize.

But now, I just wanted to leave before George arrived with his men.

Seeing me ready to leave, Logan immediately blocked my path.

"Fay, try the medicine for Rebecca, or else, don't ever think about getting anything!"

He was brimming with confidence, certain that I would agree.

Before I could respond, George had already arrived at the hospital with a few bodyguards.

"Mr. Brooks, the medicine is here."

George raised the bottle in his hand.

I cautiously took a step back, accidentally bumping into Rebecca beside me.

I didn't exert much force, yet Rebecca ended up sitting on the ground, her knee scraped.

"Fay, are you ever going to stop?"

Logan forcefully pushed me away as if I were a raging beast about to harm his precious Rebecca.

"Rebecca, are you okay?"

Logan looked at Rebecca with concern.

I lowered my gaze, perplexed, as I watched Logan.

I thought, "If he cherishes her so much, why did he separate from Rebecca in the first place, and why did he end up with me?

If he truly loved her back then, how could he allow me to replace the person he likes, keeping me by his side for five years?"

Logan helped Rebecca up, glaring at me.

"Fay, I've already promised you a child. What more do you want?"

"I said I don't need it. I won't try the medicine, and I won't marry you, Logan. Can't you understand?"

"Not try it? You don't have a choice!"

With just a glance from Logan, his bodyguards behind me immediately restrained me.

"George, make her take the medicine."

I struggled but couldn't break free. George approached with the medicine, and in my panic, I looked desperately at Logan.

"Logan, I'm pregnant! You can't make me try the medicine!"

Logan thought I was making excuses to avoid taking the medication and scoffed.

"Fay, we've been taking precautions all along. You can't possibly be pregnant."

The failure rate of those precautions was five percent. Logan refused even to verify.

Beside me, George unscrewed the bottle cap.

I trembled with fear all over my body.

"Logan, our child is just two months old. The prenatal report is in my pocket. Take it out and see if I'm lying!"

Upon hearing my words, George halted, turning to Logan for direction.

"Mr. Brooks, if what she says is true..."

Logan, supporting Rebecca and standing very close to me, gazed at me before speaking. "Then give up her child!"

I struggled desperately."Logan! I'm really carrying our child. Please, I beg you. It took so much effort for me to conceive. I can't take the medicine!"

No one wanted to listen to me anymore.

George held my chin and poured the medicine into my mouth.

The medicine wasn't bitter, but it brought pain.

The pain shook my entire being.

It felt like an eternity before the bodyguard finally released me. I collapsed on the floor, feeling like a stagnant pool by the roadside.

Logan approached, lifting me and placing me on an empty bed in the next room.

"Be a good girl. Rest assured, no matter what happens, you're the Mrs. Brooks and you will always be my only one. The wedding is in three months. Rest well."

After saying that, Logan lightly kissed my forehead before leaving with his entourage.

I numbly raised my hand, vigorously wiping the spot where he had kissed me.

Suddenly, my stomach began to ache severely. Deep red blood gushed out in large amounts. I quickly lost consciousness.

Logan hadn't gone far when chaos erupted in the corridor. He watched as a group of doctors burst into my room, then emerged, pushing me, who was drenched in blood.

As we passed each other, the prenatal report fell out of my pocket.

George immediately picked it up.

He took a look, his voice trembling. "Mr. Brooks, she is indeed pregnant!"