Childfree by choice for five years, Eve Watson’s husband suddenly adopted a pair of twins. He told her to raise the twins as if they were her own. Not only that, but he even planned to leave them his trillion-dollar fortune as heirs.

Eve thought her husband had simply changed his mind about staying childfree. Hence, believing he now wanted a family of their own, she went to the hospital, preparing to have her IUD removed so she could get pregnant. However, the doctor’s words shattered her world.

As it turns out, she had no uterus. It had been surgically removed five years ago.

“Some women are born without a uterus,” the doctor said calmly. “But that’s not your case, Ms. Watson. Your uterus was surgically removed.”

Eve Watson’s mind went blank. Five years ago, she had only undergone one surgery. That was the procedure to insert an IUD—and her husband, Sean Baker, had accompanied her the entire time.

An IUD insertion did not require general anesthesia. However, Sean had been worried she might feel pain, so he used his status and influence to pressure the hospital into giving her the most expensive full anesthesia available. Could her uterus have been removed during that surgery?

That was impossible. Sean had been waiting outside the operating room the whole time. The hospital would never do such a thing.

Eve was still reeling when a sharp, angry voice suddenly rang out not far away. It was her sister-in-law, Cindy Baker.

“Sean, you’ve gone too far. Bringing those two illegitimate children home was bad enough. Now you want to bring Mandy Smith back as well? Are you planning to carry on the affair right under Eve’s nose?”

“Watch your words, Cindy,” Sean replied coldly, his face dark. “Affair? Mandy and I aren’t like that. She saved my life. I’m just repaying her kindness.”

“Oh, please,” Cindy sneered. “Repaying her kindness by having her give birth to a set of twins? Sean, don’t be such a jerk. Where are your principles?”

“I didn’t want them either,” Sean snapped. “But her father was gravely ill back then. Before he died, his only wish was to see Mandy married and with children. I owed her my life. Giving her a child was the least I could do to repay that debt. I had no choice.”

“No choice?” Cindy’s voice rose. “So that’s why you secretly married Mandy behind Eve’s back? And after the wedding, you tricked Eve into getting an IUD, then took the opportunity to have her uterus removed?”

The words struck Eve like a bolt of lightning. Her vision went dark, and she stumbled, almost collapsing.

So the person who ordered her uterus to be removed… was her own husband?

“Eve has a low pain tolerance,” Sean continued. “Childbirth is too cruel, and I couldn’t bear to put her through that. Besides, when we went for the checkup, the doctor said she had uterine fibroids. If they weren’t removed, her life could’ve been in danger. Isn’t everything perfect now? Mandy gave birth to twins, and now the Baker family has heirs. Eve doesn’t have to suffer through childbirth, and her life is no longer at risk.

“As for Mandy… she’s terminally ill. She doesn’t have much time left. After all, she has given me a son and a daughter. I can’t bear for her to die alone. That is why I want to bring her home and accompany her through her final days.”

Sean even looked pleased with himself.

“What I did may seem outrageous,” he said, “but in the end, it benefits everyone. Just don’t let it slip, Cindy. She only has one week left. After that, everything will be over.”

Eve did not know how she made it home. She felt so cold. The house that had once been warm now felt like an ice cellar. Everywhere she looked were memories of her and Sean. She had always believed he was the man who loved her most in this world.

They had kissed beneath the northern lights; they had held hands and skydived from ten thousand feet in the air; they had embraced in the deep sea, watching the stars of the ocean floor together.

Sean was the heir to an influential and wealthy family. His status should never have allowed him to do such extreme things, but she liked them, and so he did them all with her.

“For you, even dying in an accident would be worth it,” he had once whispered as he held her tightly. “As long as you’re by my side, I’d die without regret. You’re the only woman I will ever love in this lifetime.”

Those vows, once so sincere, now felt rotten—molded beyond recognition.

Eve broke down. She could no longer bring herself to stay in a house filled with lies and false memories. She lit the fireplace, then one by one, threw every reminder of their past into the flames.

As the fire burned, the front door suddenly opened. Sean came back, and with him was Mandy, pale and fragile, dressed in a hospital gown.

“Eve, this is Mandy,” Sean said smoothly, not even glancing at what she was burning. His smile was gentle, his lies effortless. “You know her. She’s my mentor’s daughter, but my mentor and his wife have both passed away, leaving Mandy all alone now. And she has late-stage lymphoma… She doesn’t have much time left, and I couldn’t bear to leave her by herself in the hospital, so I brought her home to recover.

“Don’t worry,” he added quickly. “I’ve hired a caregiver to look after her. You won’t have to do anything. You can even pretend she doesn’t exist.”

Every word made it clear that he had made the decision. He never intended to discuss it with Eve.

“Okay,” Eve said softly.

She tossed the last photograph into the fire. It curled, blackened, and turned to ash, just like her marriage to Sean.

Just like that, Mandy moved in. At last, the family of four was reunited. When the two children saw Mandy, their faces immediately filled with shock and joy.

The younger one could not hold back her excitement and blurted out, “Mom!”

Fortunately, Sean reacted quickly. He pulled Eve into his arms and kissed her on the cheek, then laughed casually.

“Our daughter is calling you.”

However, in reality, the adopted twins—one boy and one girl—had been living in the Baker residence for a full three months. During that entire time, they had never once addressed Eve as Mom, and that was even though, before learning the truth, Eve had loved and cared for them as if they were her own flesh and blood.

Now, in order not to give anything away, the so-called daughter, Annie Baker, shot Eve a vicious glare. Then, with obvious reluctance, she said, “Mom, I want some pistachios. De-shell them for me.”

The pistachio shells were hard, and de-shelling them always made her fingers ache. Hence, she thought she would make Eve suffer for having the nerve to compete for her dad’s affection with her mom.

Before this, Annie had often asked Eve to de-shell pistachios for her. Eve had simply assumed the child liked them and never thought too deeply about it, so she opened them every time without complaint. Yet now, seeing the undisguised malice in the child’s eyes, Eve’s heart instantly went cold.

“If you want them, get the nanny to de-shell them for you.”

Sean stepped forward protectively, blocking Eve. He gently took her hand and said with a smile, “My wife’s hands are so soft. I don't even have the heart for her to de-shell them for me.”

Mandy’s expression darkened instantly. Hatred flashed across her face as she silently glared at Eve.

Then, out of nowhere, she suddenly asked, “Sean, where’s your rosary?”

Sean had always worn a rosary on his wrist. It was something Eve had personally prayed for him to receive. She had traveled far, kneeling step by step in sincere devotion and climbing at high altitude just to ask for them on his behalf. The rosary had been blessed by a senior priest. Sean had been so deeply moved that he had worn them on his left wrist ever since, never once taking them off.

Now, his wrist was empty.

“Where is my rosary?” Sean froze in shock. “I was wearing it this morning…”

Just as anxiety rose in his chest and he was about to look for them, he looked up and met Mandy’s gaze, filled with unmistakable desire. Her face was flushed red. She licked her lips slowly, then, under Sean’s stare, discreetly slid her hand between her thighs. As she did, she deliberately swayed her body slightly and let out a soft, breathy moan.

“Ah… Sean… My stomach hurts. Can you help me upstairs to lie down for a while?”

The hint could not have been clearer.

Sean’s breathing instantly grew heavier. His voice dropped as he said, “Eve, I’ll help Mandy upstairs to rest first. Take care of the kids.”

Without waiting for a response, he eagerly supported Mandy and headed upstairs with her.

Eve’s heart turned cold. She instructed the nanny to take the two children away before she silently went upstairs.

The bedroom door was left slightly open. Sean was in such a hurry that he had even forgotten to lock it.

“Are you crazy? You actually put my rosary in a place like that!”

Sean was scolding her, but there was no real anger in his voice—only a faint trace of excitement.

“Ah… Sean…It’s too deep. I can’t get it out. Help me, please…”

Mandy grabbed his hand and guided it downward. Soon after, Eve heard the sound of beads hitting the floor. One rosary bead, smeared with an unknown liquid, slowly rolled to her feet before coming to a stop.

Eve closed her eyes in despair. The rosary she had once knelt step by step to pray for—beads that carried her devotion and faith—had now become tools for their affair.

Right in front of her, without even bothering to hide it, they trampled on her love and desecrated her faith. She did not want a marriage or a man like that anymore.

Eve was done with it all. That very night, she contacted a lawyer and got him to draft the divorce papers for her. At the same time, she paid a professional team to erase every trace of her existence.

“I want to disappear completely,” Eve said over the phone. “How long will it take to erase every trace that I was ever here?”

“At the earliest, one week,” the other party replied.

Eve froze for a moment.

Sean had once said that Mandy only had one week left. After one week, everything would be over. He would return to the family, come back to her side, and love her wholeheartedly again.

The thought made Eve laugh softly.

How could such a good deal exist in this world, thinking that he could play around until he was satisfied and then come back to his family? Did he really think she would stay where she was, waiting for her forever?

No. She would not wait, and he would not be able to come back to her either, because by the time he decided to come back, he would realize that he no longer had a family.

“Fine. One week,” Eve said without hesitation. “I’ve transferred the money. Make sure I disappear completely.”

The next morning, the desecrated rosary appeared on Sean’s wrist once again. The sight made Eve feel sick. She could not even bring herself to eat breakfast.

Sean, however, looked proud of himself. “Eve, I found the rosary you gave me. They’re a symbol of our love. I’ll wear them for the rest of my life and never lose them again.”

The moment he said those words, Mandy, who was sitting across from them, suddenly twisted in pain. She spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the floor, her body convulsing violently.

“Mandy! What’s wrong?” Sean rushed over and scooped her into his arms.

At the same time, the two children burst into loud sobs.

Annie pointed at Eve and shouted, “Dad, it was Mom! Mom secretly put mango in Mandy’s food! Mandy is allergic to mango! She wanted to kill Mandy!”

Sean frowned instinctively and immediately denied it. “Annie, don’t talk nonsense. Eve isn’t that kind of person.”

However, in the next second, the older twin, Zack Baker, suddenly rushed over and covered his sister’s mouth. His voice trembled with fear as he said, “Annie, stop talking, or Mom will beat us to death!”

As he spoke, he deliberately pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in deep, bloody welts layered one over another, as if they had been struck repeatedly by a barbed whip.

Sean’s eyes widened. He slowly raised his head and stared at Eve in disbelief.

“Did you do this to them?”

Eve’s expression remained calm. “If I say I didn’t, would you believe me?”

When they got married, he had promised her that he would believe her unconditionally. However, seeing Mandy coughing up blood and the two children covered in injuries now, all that remained in Sean’s heart was anger.

“They’re only five years old. Do you think they’d lie? And in this house, besides you, who would dare lay a hand on them? Eve, they’re just five-year-old children. How could you be so cruel?”

Mandy was still convulsing, and Sean no longer wanted to argue. He picked her up, ready to take her to the hospital.

At that moment, Eve suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Her throat felt swollen, as if something was choking her. Red rashes quickly spread across her skin—clear signs of a severe allergic reaction.

“Soy...” she clutched her neck and struggled to speak. “I’m allergic to soy...”

That morning, she had only drunk a cup of latte with oat milk. Everyone in the house knew she was allergic to soy, so the servants would never put soy into her drink.

Annie shot Eve a smug glance. She was the one who had added the soybeans.

“S-Sean…” Eve’s breathing grew more labored.

She tried to call out to him, hoping he would take her to the hospital as well. However, all Sean did was shoot her a cold look.

“Eve, quit the act. Everyone in this house knows you’re allergic to soy. Who would dare put it into your drink? You did something wrong, refused to admit it, and now you’re faking an allergy for attention. I’m deeply disappointed in you.”

With that, he turned around, carrying Mandy, and walked out. He left Eve alone on the floor, abandoned and unheard.