Conrad immediately took her into his arms and comforted her softly.

"Alright, Lilian, stop crying. Your sister-in-law is not the kind of person who cares about trivial matters."

He turned to look at me, with a slightly warning look in his eyes, hoping that I would stop pestering them.

"I didn't tell you about today's newborn baby party because I was afraid you would be too busy and delaying your work. You know, in the company, only one of us can leave."

His attitude had already explained everything.

My heart skipped a beat and I replied softly, "Hmm, I got it."

Seeing my indifferent attitude, he felt inexplicably uneasy, but he didn't feel at ease.

Since he was already used to my patience, he didn't think I would be angry with him.

He continued to blame me.

"You did something wrong when you pinched the baby today. Even if you don't like children, you can't do it. He's still a baby."

"Anyway, we won't have any children in the future and you've said before that you don't like children. Lilian's child, we can be his foster parents, so it won't hurt to be nice to him."

I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head and the coldness spread to every part of my body.

Yeah.

I used to dislike children.

But he didn't know that I started trying to like children for him.

I just found out about my pregnancy and my first reaction was not fear but joy.

But before I could tell him the good news, he was already holding someone else's child and asking someone else's child to call him "Dad".

I chuckled quietly, feeling chilled to the bone.

I pushed his hand away and went back to the room.

I looked at the wedding ring on my hand that had been with me for seven years and slowly took it off. There was already an obvious mark on my finger.

I threw the ring out of the balcony without hesitation.

The next morning, I came to the company as usual and arranged for a new secretary to be transferred to Conrad's side, hoping to hand over the affairs.

When he first entered the office and saw the new secretary, he teased me with a contemptuous smile. "What? Are you finally desperate and seeking help?"

"I'm too tired alone," I replied.

My voice was not loud, but it carried an indescribable weariness.

He didn't take it to heart and nodded. "Okay."

I waited for a while, but he didn't show any concern.

If it were an ordinary superior or subordinate, he would still say "thank you for your hard work", but because I had a wife status, everything I did seemed to be taken for granted.

Since the year I graduated from college, I had been accompanying him in starting a business.

In order to train him to do business, his family didn't give him a penny.

He was kicked out of the conference room by the investors and I stood with him in the rain for a whole night, just to block the door of a project manager the next day.

He offended someone when he was at his low point and was surrounded. I rushed in with my high heels and pulled him to escape. I got my knee scratched by glass and I got eleven stitches.

The first funding for the company was obtained by me boldly asking my uncle, who didn't like him, to accompany me for three days and three nights.

For every contract and every battle for equity, I was always behind him, providing advice and strategies and leading the way.

I thought one day he would see my efforts.

But the fact was, he was willing to stand up for Lilian, whom he had just known for less than a year and say that he was her husband, but he never acknowledged my identity as Ms. Helderman in front of others.

Even, he never introduced me as his wife.

Even a moth flying into a flame would get tired.

During my lunch break, I had just asked for leave from the HR department to go to the hospital when I heard a small commotion at the front desk.

"Wow, what a handsome and cute little baby."

"Is he Mr. Helderman's son?"

"Ms. Helderman is so gentle!"

I froze and when I looked up, I saw Lilian walking in wearing high heels and holding her child.

She walked with two nannies and one bodyguard behind, like a hostess.

She smiled and asked, "Is Conrad in his office? I bring him food."

"Is she the CEO's wife?"

"Of course, besides her, who else could walk in so blatantly?"

The onlookers nodded one after another and no one denied it.

I stood at the door, watching the scene with my fingers clenched tightly.

But what I couldn't accept the most was that Conrad appeared at the door of the office and he didn't say a word when he heard them recognize her as his wife.

Neither admitted nor denied it.

Lilian smiled and responded, "Everyone please stop calling me that, it's too strange, just call me Lilian."

She handed the thermos box to the front desk and smiled as she distributed several bento boxes to everyone. "This is the carrot and beef soup I made myself and the egg yolk and beef floss rice balls, everyone try them."

Everyone took them while praising her for her virtuousness.

I had no expression on my face and wanted to leave.

Anyway, Conrad and I were getting divorced, so Lilian could be Ms. Helderman.

At this moment, Lilian seemed to have just seen me and walked over with a smile.

"Ms. Craivanger, I also brought you soup. I know you need to nourish your body the most, so I made it myself."

She walked towards me with the child in her arms and my alarm went off.

I declined. "Thanks for your kindness, but I don't eat carrots."

"Then you can try the soup base, Ms. Craivanger. Are you still mad at me?"

I raised my hand to push away the soup bowl in her hand, but between pushing and pulling, her hand trembled——

A whole spoonful of hot soup spilled all over the child.

"Oh my!"

The child immediately burst into tears, shrill and piercing.

I was stunned and before I could react, Lilian was already pale with fear, holding the child and stepped back a few steps, crying and screaming.

"Ms. Craivanger, it's okay if you don't like me, but why do you always target my son! Last time, at the newborn baby party, you pinched him and now you're throwing hot soup on him. Are you a human being!"

Conrad rushed over hearing the noise.

As soon as he saw Lilian's pale face and the child in her arms crying loudly, his face instantly turned gloomy.

He rushed over and raised his hand to slap me!

"Are you crazy, Serena!"

I caught off guard and got slapped in the face, causing me to fall heavily to my knees.

He lowered his head to comfort Lilian and coaxed the child gently. "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, Daddy is here."

He didn't even glance at me.

"I never thought you were this kind of person."

He said, his tone as cold as ice, "How can you be so vicious when you can't even tolerate a child?"

I looked up at him, my lips were so pale, almost bloodless.

The pain on my face was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

"So you think I did it?"

"Who else could it be if not you? Could it be Lilian own child?!"

He didn't even bother to listen to my explanation and sentenced me directly.

The people in the company started whispering, gathering around Lilian and her son, as if I was a crazy woman causing trouble.

And as I fell to the ground, I suddenly felt a heat between my legs.

A warm liquid slowly flowed down.

"Ms. Craivanger ... what's wrong with you?"

It was the assistant who noticed something was wrong and ran over to help me up in a panic. "You're bleeding, Ms. Craivanger, don't scare me!"

I finally couldn't hold on any longer, my sight went black and I lost consciousness.

The last thing I saw before I passed out was Conrad holding Lilian and walking into the office without looking back.

The incandescent lights of the hospital were blinding. I slowly opened my eyes, no one around me, only a pungent smell of disinfectant and a heavy pain in my chest.

"Are you awake?"

It was a familiar voice. I turned around and saw my friend, Nicola Pearce, a lawyer sitting by the bed with worry in her eyes.

"Why are you here ...." My throat was dry and sore.

She handed me some water and replied in a low tone, "Your assistant answered my call and said you were in trouble, so I rushed over to see you. The doctor said you lost a lot of blood, but luckily you're fine."

I nodded lightly, but couldn't help but put my hand on my lower abdomen.

It was already flat that it looked as if life had never come there.

I closed my eyes.

This child ... I had originally planned not to have it.

But, in the end, he did not leave me based on my rational decision. Instead, he was taken away from me alive when I was off guard, in a misunderstanding and humiliation.

Nicola looked at me and remained silent for a moment before saying, "The divorce agreement has been sent to you. We can approve it in three or four more days."

"It's not too late for you to regret now," she stared at me and said word by word, "As long as you say you don't want to divorce, I can help you delay--"

"Impossible." I interrupted her.

"I've never regretted getting a divorce. I only regret why I didn't come to my senses sooner, three days, I thought it was too slow."

With these words, I lifted the blanket and stood up, my fingers cold and my steps slightly unsteady.

"Let's go!" I gritted my teeth and stood up on the edge of the bed. "Let's get the divorce done! I don't want to leave any room for it."

Nicola and I left the ward and just turned out of the corridor when we ran into a familiar tall figure.

Conrad was holding the child in his arms, with Lilian beside him.

He didn't seem to expect to meet me either. He frowned and asked coldly, "What are you doing in the hospital?"

I didn't answer.

Lilian stood behind him, shrinking like a frightened deer and whispered, "Serena, I really dare not ... I, I will stay away from Conrad in the future, please don't bully my son, okay ...."

My eyelids twitched and my heart felt empty and painful.

"I'm not here to apologize," I said hoarsely.

"I just—"

"Aren't you here to apologize?" Conrad sneered and interrupted me.

"Then what are you doing here? To see if the baby is dead or not? We have been married for seven years, how come I didn't realize you are so vicious and terrible?"

I froze, my eyes staring at him in bewildered.

"Did you know that he cried for a long time after his skin was burned? The doctor said to be careful of infection?" he said in a sharp tone.

"If he is left with any skin disease ... you can expect a divorce!"

"Conrad, you--" Nicola frowned and wanted to say something, but I reached out to stop her.

Everything in front of my eyes was blurry and I could only hear the word "divorce" echoing in my ears.

It was so ironic that I came here to deal with divorce, but he threatened me with "divorce".

Just for the sake of someone else's child.

No, wait, was this child really someone else's?

I was no longer sure.

I laughed so hard that tears almost fell from my eyes.

"Yeah, well, it's only for two days anyway," I said.

Conrad paused for a moment and asked, "What did you say?"

I shook my head gently, my voice like a gust of wind. "Nothing."

"I'm going home."

I left and Nicola quickly caught up with me and helped me.

Conrad never caught up with me. He was holding his child, with his "legitimate wife" standing beside him. I was just an unnecessary "secretary" and an ignorant obstacle.

I saw Lilian’s social media update in the car.

The picture was a photo of her, Conrad and their son in front of the entrance of the dermatology department of the hospital.

Conrad lowered his head to play and joke with the child, who was laughing. Lilian leaned on his shoulder with a gentle smile on her face.

The caption was [Conrad is such a good father~]

The comments and likes below were in rows.

[It’s so blissful!]

[Lilian is so lucky.]

I looked at those names. Some were his former partners, some were middle-level managers of the company and some were the so-called "friends" whom I had invited to my home for dinner.

Suddenly, I felt quite bored.

As soon as I got home and stepped into the door, I was stunned.

I didn't pay attention when I was packing up a few days ago, but now when I was looking at the house from the entrance, I found that the house felt unfamiliar to me.

The familiar beige sofa had gone and replaced with a children's combination cushion printed with cartoon patterns.

The glass coffee table had been removed and replaced with a crawling mat with guardrails and a pile of plastic toys.

I took a few steps slowly inside, the living room, kitchen, bedroom, every place no longer belonged to me.

Bottles, sterilizers and baby strollers were piled all over the floor.

In the bedroom, my wardrobe was moved to the corner, with a small gap opened for placement and the rest of the space was filled with Lilian's nursing bra and pink plush pajamas.

There were also large packages of unopened baby diapers neatly stacked in the cabinet where I used to keep scented candles.

I stood there, almost unable to catch my breath.

In just hal a year, this "home" was already filled with traces of Lilian.

She silently became the mistress of this house, while I was like a stranger breaking into someone else's life.

After discussing the follow-up matters, Nicola told me, "I will send the divorce documents to the court tomorrow to go through the formalities, so don't be too sad."

When I sent her to the door, it was just getting dark.

She looked at me back, as if she wanted to say something else, but in the end, she just reached out and hugged me.

"You, don't be too stubborn and remember what I said, divorce is not the end, it's a new life."

I replied with a "hmm", my eyes falling on the stack of documents in her hand that she had not yet handed back to me.

Just as I was about to take it, the door was pushed open from the outside with a "click".

Conrad and Lilian were back.

She was holding her son in her arms and holding his arm with another hand, saying with a smile, "It's too cold outside and the baby's skin is turning red. The doctor said we should apply more oil ...."

Conrad raised his head and frowned slightly. "What are you guys doing?"

I paused and hid the documents in my hand behind me. "Nothing. I was just talking to Nicola about some company legal matters," I said.

"Legal matters?" His eyes seemed to accidentally sweep over the documents I hid behind my back and he paused, furrowing his brows even deeper.

My heart skipped a beat and my fingers tightened slightly, thinking he wanted to take a look.

But he didn't ask any more questions. He just lowered his head to look at the child and said in a gentler voice, "Go in. Don't let the baby get cold."

With just one sentence, he took Lilian into the house and walked decisively.