The moment our wedding came to the stage of exchanging rings, a high-definition video of me being kidnapped and humiliated suddenly appeared on the big screen in the venue

The fiancé broke off our marriage on the spot and turned around to put the ring on my best friend's finger.

I, Annabelle Spencer, fell off the red carpet amidst everyone's insults and humiliation.

My best friend's gangster brother helped me and silenced everyone with the sound of gunshots. He also asked someone to carry ten boxes of gold as engagement gift and proposed to me in public.

I was moved to say yes to him.

Three years later, the IVF was successful, and when I was excited to tell him the good news, I heard him talking to his right-hand man.

"Boss, you do have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. You inserted and played the video of Annabelle being kidnapped and abused at her wedding day, so Ms. Hunt could marry into the Ryders as she wished."

Timothee Chastain turned the lighter and said, "A wealthy family like the Ryders would never marry a tarnished girl. Only if Annabelle's image is ruined can Tatiana be the legitimate young lady of the Ryders."

His right-hand man asked again in confusion, "But Ms. Hunt has already married into the Ryders, why did you marry a tarnished girl like her?"

"Tatiana is afraid of pain, so it just so happens to use Annabelle's belly to give birth to a child for her. When she gives birth to the heir of the Ryders, Tatiana's position in the Ryders will be more stable."

The waves of laughter in the private room, one louder than the other, made me feel like I was falling into an ice cellar.

The moments that I thought were happy turned out to be a scam set up by Timothee to squeeze out my last bit of value.

Just to make it easier for Tatiana Hunt to step on my bones and climb onto the high position.

After wiping my tears, I called his enemy gangsters' boss and said, "I have a big order worth one billion four hundred million dollars. Do you want to take it?"

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The mocking sound in the room did not stop.

"Timothee, you are such genius. You replaced her vitamins with abortion pills. Since she can't give birth, she has no choice but to do IVF. If she knew, you have replaced the embryo in the test tube, with Ms. Hunt and Conrad's child. She would be so angry to death."

"It has nothing to do with me whether she's angry or not. When she gives birth, she can just find an excuse to say the baby is dead. She will just think that it's her fault that she couldn't keep the baby. It's her blessing to pave the way for Tatiana's happiness."

Throwing the lighter on the table, he stood up and warned everyone present. "Don't let any of what I said today get out. I want her to give birth to this child safe and sound."

The right-hand man, Killian Dodgen, patted his chest and laughed, "Don't worry, Boss. That woman is stupid as hell. When we called her Ms. Chastain, she really thought of herself as your beloved wife. She brought us food and drinks every day. She doesn't even know that I was the one who selected those people who recorded the video."

Someone laughed heartily and said, "Killian, you are so mean. Why didn't you choose me? I also want to try it ...."

A fruit knife suddenly flew over and stuck into the floor between the man's legs.

The man who was joking was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Have I ever told you that Annabelle is my wife now? If anyone dares to bring up those things again, I'll end their life."

One of the younger gangsters said awkwardly, "Boss, I don't think you have no interest in her at all, but she cherishes you a lot. Aren't you afraid that one day she will find out the truth and leave you?"

Timothee sneered disapprovingly. "The big deal is that I can give her another test-tube child and raised them for the rest of her life. She's a hopeless romantic with dirty mind, and after a few words of coaxing, she will rush to lick me like a dog."

The private room burst into laughter again, and I stood at the door as if struck by lightning.

I could only cover my mouth tightly and tremble as I swallowed a series of sobs.

I heard footsteps coming towards the door, so I turned around and ran downstairs, poured myself a glass of strong liquor, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The sharp burning sensation rushed straight to the forehead, and I could not hold back my tears any longer.

I patted and grasped my chest, and the heart-wrenching words from the private room echoed over and over in my mind.

A week before my wedding day, I was suddenly kidnapped and experienced a day and night that was worse than death.

My fiancé, Conrad Ryder, held my hand affectionately and told me that he loved me and was still willing to marry me.

Unfortunately, when I was waiting for the wedding ceremony with a great joy, a high-definition video of me being humiliated appeared on the screen.

He broke off our wedding and left me with a lot of sneers and curses as a slut from many people.

It was Timothee who rushed in, blew up the big screen with a shot, then hugged me in his arms, and fiercely pushed back all the humiliation and abuse.

He asked someone to carry ten boxes of gold and give them to me, saying that he had fallen in love with me a long time ago, and if he could not marry me in this life, he would not be able to rest in peace.

It was his determined eyes that conquered me, but now he told me that everything he did was to pave the way for Tatiana.

No wonder on the wedding day, Tatiana looked at me with a strange smile in her eyes.

I was kidnapped because she said her car broke down and asked me to pick her up.

She knew early on that all of it was just a plot set up by Timothee for her.

She was mocking my foolishness, and even more proud of having such a backup guy who would do anything for her.

And the care and love he showed me over the past three years were just false pretenses that Timothee put on in order to squeeze out my last bit of value.

But I regarded being the executioner as salvation, which was ridiculous!

My fingertips dug into my flesh and I gritted my teeth tightly. Pain and hatred surged in my chest and I could not stop crying.

The familiar breath fell from above my head. Timothee kissed the corner of my eye with heartache. However, his brow furrowed and he cursed. "Which bastard made my wife cry? I'll kill him."

The venue was silent, and everyone was too frightened to even breathe.

He took out the gun from his waist and placed it in my hand. He held me in his arms and held my hand. He looked at everyone present one by one and said, "Baby, just shoot anyone you don't like. Your husband will take care of you."

Those who met his gaze were trembling uncontrollably, but not a single one dared to hide.

In the territory of Celestia, Timothee was the leader of one of the two largest gangs, and no one could afford to mess with him.

I stopped when the muzzle was pointed at Killian's head.

Killian's eyes widened and his face turned pale with fright.

The words "I was the one who selected those people who shot the video one by one" kept ringing in my ears like a curse.

My chest was heaving violently, and when I was about to pull the trigger with teary eyes, the muzzle of the gun was pressed down.

"Wifey, the doctor said your IVF was successful, so you'd better not to see any blood. It's not good to scare the baby."

He gently comforted me, and there was no trace of falsehood in the care in his eyes.

I almost could not help but applaud his superb acting skills.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Timothee noticed the wine glass in front of me and pinched my palm, asking, "Wifey, how long have you been here? Why don't you come upstairs to find me?"

There was a cautious probbing hidden in the words.

I lowered my eyes and said calmly, "You guys are talking about things upstairs, it's so smoky and hot, I don't like it."

He patted my head with relief and asked the nanny to bring me a cup of sobering tea. As soon as the servant handed me the tea, he suddenly picked up the gun and shot the servant in the head.

I did not even have time to react before thick blood splattered all over my face. The servant's hand was outstretched when she fell down with her eyes wide open.

My lips trembled and my whole stomach spasmed uncontrollably.

Timothee, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He put down his gun, carefully wiped my face with his sleeve, and fed me the sobering tea mouthful by mouthful.

I forcefully swallowed, trembling all over my body.

In the corner of my eyes, Killian had the servant dragged out.

A winding blood trail was left on the floor.

"If she can't even stop my wife from drinking, even hurting my son, there's no point in living."

I looked at his sinister eyebrows and eyes, and my stomach churned.

Timothee touched my face with heartache and said, "It's all your husband's fault. You've suffered so much. We finally have a baby now, so you're not allowed to drink anymore."

"This child must be born healthy no matter what, get it?"

I took several deep breaths before forcing out a dry smile and responded, "Okay."

But my heart was trembling with coldness.

In the three years since I got married, I got pregnant six times, but each time I had miscarriages for no apparent reason.

Too many times, it had become habitual miscarriage.

Half a year ago, the doctor declared that I would never be able to have children again.

Timothee hugged me and said that it did not matter if he did not have children, as long as I was happy and healthy.

I had always been worried about not being able to give birth to a healthy child for him. After inquiring from multiple sources, I decided to go with the difficult in vitro fertilization option.

My stomach was riddled with needle pricks, and I was given handfuls of hormone pills.

All the sufferings I had endured ended up being for Tatiana's benefit.

Just because she said she was afraid of pain, I would lose the qualification to be a mother forever and become a reproductive machine.

"What's wrong? Your face looks so ugly? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll get a doctor over right away."

"I'm fine, I just have some morning sickness."

The man's eyes were red with distress, and he stroked my face gently. "You've worked so hard. I only regret that I can't help you bear it. We got married in a hurry, and I ordered your favorite wedding dress to be air-shipped. I'll take you to try it tomorrow before your belly gets bigger."

I stared at him. His eyes were full of affection. He treated me like a fool and deceived me again and again.

If he knew that I had no intention of giving birth to this child, my fate would be the same as that of the servant just now.

I pulled the corner of my mouth and said, "I'm going back to my room to rest, you guys have a chit-chat."

As soon as I got back to the room, I could not help but rush to the bathroom and vomited until my stomach twisted into a ball.

Tears streamed down my face. The physical pain was not even one-tenth of the pain I felt in my heart.

After a long while, I got up and came out, just in time to see Timothee's mobile phone that he had forgotten on the coffee table.

I picked it up for some unknown reason and unlocked it after trying it only once using Tatiana's birthday.

The screen saver of the mobile phone was a photo of Tatiana leaning on his shoulder, smiling like a blooming flower.

I flipped through the photo album one by one.

There were more than five thousand photos, and every one of them had Tatiana's figure.

He used four folders to save and record Tatiana in different periods. Each folder had a note with only one word, which together read "Only Love in this Life".

In their chat records, Timothee once risked his life to steal the crown of Queen of Arendale overnight.

I suddenly remembered the day when he was hit by two bullets and almost could not come back. It was me who brought my mother's only relic, a priceless ancient rare diamond necklace amulet passed down from my ancestors, to buy him back from the royal family.

The reason was simply that Tatiana said that she wanted to enjoy the feeling of being a queen at her 25th birthday party.

Tears fell on the screen and my heart was broken.

It was not that I felt heartbroken for being deceived for so many years, but that I lost the only thought my mother left me for such a devil who destroyed me.

Amidst blurred tears, my gaze fell on the crescent birthmark on Tatiana's right shoulder, and my eyes widened in surprise.

I had the exact same birthmark on the same spot on my right shoulder.

I remembered when I met her, she did not have the birthmark on her body.