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.

I stood at the door, looking at their backs in silence, feeling only disappointment.

Nowadays, he cared less and less about me. I couldn't tell if he trusted me too much or didn't care at all.

The night before the divorce agreement was approved, the doorbell rang.

I was about to open the door when Conrad suddenly came out of the kitchen and stopped me. "Don't move, it's my guests."

I was taken aback. "His guests?"

He smiled faintly and said, "I forgot to tell you, I invited some friends over today to give Lilian's son a name."

I stood there, speechless for a long time.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just ... a name."

He said as a matter of course, "They are all professors who teach literature and philosophy at the university, so it won't be too big."

"Why did you do this at 'our' home without notifying me?"

He looked at me with a hint of impatience in his eyes and replied, "I didn't inform you because I was afraid you might feel uncomfortable."

"You knew I was uncomfortable, but you still did it?"

He sighed and lowered his voice. "Honey, please stop making trouble, okay? Just this once."

I sneered and when I was about to speak sarcastically, he suddenly held my hand and said, "This is the last time, I promise."

His eyes were sincere and his voice was deep.

"Once we choose the name for Lilian's son, I'll arrange for Lilian to go on a blind date. I have wanted to deal with her affairs for a long time, but I have never had the chance ... I'll also give you what you want to be public. On our tenth anniversary, I'll tell everyone that you are my legal wife."

I froze. I didn't expect him to say these words.

But I couldn't believe it anymore.

Every word he said sounded like sugar-coated bullets, with layers of sweetness wrapped in cold excuses.

"So, are you really going to send her away?"

"I promise."

Before I could pursue another questions, I heard the sound of Lilian opening the door from the living room.

"Welcome, welcome! Please come in! My little boy has just woken up. This is the best time!"

I unconsciously turned around and saw a few young men and women carrying gifts, smiling and greeting each other while changing their shoes.

When Lilian dealt with them, she glanced over at me with a hint of smug in her eyes.

It seemed to be telling me that she was the wife Conrad openly acknowledged and I was not.

I stood there with my fingertips cold.

Conrad still held my hand and whispered in my ear. "Please, just pretend for one night ... just one night."

I laughed, very lightly, but extremely bitter.

I didn't say anything more and stuffed the divorce agreement back into my pocket.

I no longer had the strength to make a fuss, nor did I want to argue with him.

Making a fuss meant I still hoped, but silence meant I had completely given up.

I sat in the corner of the sofa, watching the guests come in and out, complimenting, blessing and surrounding the child and Lilian, while Conrad always stood by her side.

"Have you thought of a name for the child?"

"We've thought of a few, bu we'll ask the professors to review them later."

"Lilian is so lucky to have married a good husband and have a lovely son."

I could only feel my eardrums buzzing as I listen to these words.

I once thought that I had supported the entire company for him and accompanied him through the most difficult years, including the years when his father was hospitalized, shareholders forced him to abdicate and the company's accounts were in chaos and that I could gain a legitimate identity in return.

But in the end, I was just a tool he used to maneuver around.

A temporary actor who even had to "pretend to be invited" to the naming party.

The lights in the room were warm and the atmosphere was filled with clinking of glasses.

The professors have already come up with several names for the child, such as "Roland Helderman", "Cedric Helderman" and "Lucien Helderman", each one more elegant and grand than the other.

"Lucien Helderman, I think it's good! It's catchy and has a scholarly atmosphere."

"Yes, you choose the good name, Mr. Helderman."

"Then this one?" Someone looked at Conrad with a smile.

Conrad nodded and his gaze gently fell on the child.

Lilian, on the other hand, smiled brightly and said in a warm voice, "Lucien, do you like this name? Come on, call me Mommy."

She held the child and leaned against Conrad's shoulder, her movements familiar and natural, as if they were already a family of three.