I was recuperating at a maternity center, while my husband was upstairs enjoying VIP special services.

　　The baby was crying heart-wrenchingly.

　　Unable to bear the sound, I pushed open the door and saw the caregiver, her shoulder half-exposed, sitting on my husband’s lap, begging for a hug. Beside them, the baby’s face was already red from crying.

　　“This is Miss Daisy here. You might not know, but childbirth is hardest on men; they’re the ones who truly need care,” the caregiver said with a teasing smile.

　　My husband sneered, “After giving birth, you look like a haggard wife. Can’t I find someone else to relax with? Besides, I’m the one paying for this maternity center.”

　　I picked up the baby, intending to rush to the hospital. At that moment, the baby was already struggling to breathe from crying too long.

　　But my husband grabbed my wrist, lifting my shirt and sneering, “Look at her stomach—it’s like orange peel, so disgusting.”

　　“The baby’s crying is just aerobic exercise; it’s better for his health. You don’t understand anything, so just get out of here.”

　　It wasn’t until the baby turned cold in my arms that I realized, with sorrow, that there was no going back with him.

　　I faintly heard the baby crying again. Unable to ignore it, I got out of bed to check, despite the deep cesarean scar on my stomach throbbing with pain.

　　Following the cries, I discovered they were coming from upstairs. I paused, as I had no idea the maternity center had a third floor—only the second floor was open to the public.

　　Stopping at a door, I clearly heard faint cries from inside, along with the caregiver’s breathy voice:

　　“Gently… Please, sir, the baby is listening.”

　　“He can’t hear us. He was crying just now, but he’s quiet now, probably asleep,” came the reply.

　　I froze, feeling a wave of shame. I never expected that in this maternity center, a place meant to care for new mothers, such vile transactions were happening.

　　But the voices sounded eerily familiar.

　　“Mr. David… You’ve held back for so long. Don’t worry… As long as your wife stays here, I’ll keep taking care of you…”

　　“You little temptress, your words make me itch with desire. I wish I could give that woman another cut… to make her leave later.”

　　My heart felt like it was bleeding as I recognized the voice—it was my husband, G. David!

　　I never thought, just a wall away, he was doing such things with another woman!

　　He had promised… He had promised…

　　Tears welled up, and I felt too weak to even knock on the door, only managing to cry out weakly,

　　“Open the door… Let me in!”

　　Inside, there were muffled curses and the sound of clothes being hastily put on. The door opened, revealing my caregiver, Gwen Gwe, her shoulder half-exposed and her face flushed.

　　My baby was lying on the floor, silent and motionless.

“Miss Daisy! How dare you hit someone in front of me?!” G. David shouted, holding Gwen Gwe protectively in his arms.

　　Looking at this man, I felt nothing but strangeness.

　　“G. David… Do you have any shame left? I went through hell to give birth, and you’re up here doing this? Aren’t you afraid of karma?!”

　　I screamed, my head spinning from the pain in my stomach, where the cesarean wound throbbed like a knife was stabbing me.

　　“Miss Daisy, you’re wrong. Childbirth is hardest on men. They’ve been holding back for so long—how could they not deserve some care?” Gwen Gwe said, climbing onto G. David’s neck with a seductive grin.

　　G. David agreed, “Look at you—after giving birth, you’ve become a haggard mess. I can’t even stand to look at you. Is it wrong for me to find some relief? Besides, I’m the one paying for this maternity center. What’s wrong with spending my money on services?”

　　His words brought back memories of when he held me and said he wanted a child to make our family complete.

　　“Lily… Have a baby for me. I’ll take care of you and the child. You just need to give birth,” he had said.

　　I never imagined this was how he would “take care” of us.

　　“I don’t have time for your nonsense… G. David, call 911 now! Benny Daisy can’t breathe! If we don’t act, he’ll die!”

　　Tears streamed down my face as I felt the baby’s breath growing weaker. His face was red, as if he’d been crying for too long.

　　How long had that caregiver been with G. David? That’s how long Benny Daisy had been crying, helpless and alone.

　　I saw a flicker of panic cross G. David’s face as he tried to step forward but was pulled back by Gwen Gwe.

　　“Mr. David, the baby was just doing some aerobic exercise. It’s good for his health. He’s just asleep now,” she lied with a smirk.

　　G. David’s expression relaxed.

　　“You’re lying! Benny Daisy is suffocating! If we don’t get help, he’ll die!”

　　Kneeling on the floor, I clutched the baby, my eyes bloodshot.

　　“G. David… I beg you, call 911. Benny Daisy is my everything…”

　　Pain radiated from my heart, making it hard to breathe. I tried to clear the baby’s airway, but I couldn’t manage it.

　　“SLAP!”

　　G. David struck me across the face. The sting was unbearable.

　　“Lily! How dare you curse your own child? Are you the caregiver? What do you know? This is good for the baby. If you say another word, I’ll throw you out.”

　　“Why don’t we play a little game, Mr. David?” Gwen Gwe suggested with a malicious grin. “If Miss Daisy kneels and apologizes, barks like a dog, then we’ll let her take the baby to the hospital.”

　　To my horror, G. David agreed.

　　“She’s right! Miss Daisy, if you want to take the baby to the hospital, kneel down and apologize to me. How about that?”

　　My head spun with anger. I never thought G. David could be so unreasonable. He was arrogant, but today…

　　“Hurry up! Do you want to leave or not?”

　　G. David kicked me impatiently.

　　“Fine… I’ll kneel.”

　　Heartbroken and desperate, I knelt, holding the baby whose face had turned blue.

　　“I beg you… Please take us to the hospital.”

　　I thought my pleading might soften them, but they only laughed.

　　“That’s more like it. Now, bow your head and kowtow.”

　　“G. David! This is too much!”

　　As I stood up, pain from my cesarean wound intensified, and blood dripped from my stomach.

“Good heavens, Mr. David! Look at that!”

　　Gwen Gwe’s face was etched with terror and fear, and she shrunk into G. David’s embrace.

　　“It’s so strange… her stomach is bleeding. I’ve heard that if a woman who has just given birth does that kind of thing, her wounds will reopen and bleed… Could it be that Miss Daisy…”

　　Gwen Gwe’s implications were clear.

　　“Gwen Gwe! You’re talking nonsense! I’ve been at the postpartum care center the whole time, where could I have gone? Take me to the hospital now!”

　　I was too weak to argue with them. All I wanted was to save my baby, who was now barely breathing.

　　“Stop right there!”

　　G. David grabbed my wrist tightly, his eyes red with anger as he interrogated me.

　　“How could you betray me? Tell me, who is that man? Lily, you have no shame, yet you pretend to be modest with me! You let another man touch you but won’t let me! Have you no shame!”

　　G. David’s face was twisted in a monstrous rage, like a the terrifying demon.

　　“G. David! Don’t you know who I am? You’d rather believe her than me!”

　　My heart felt like it was being torn apart, piece by piece, suffocating me.

　　“You still dare to argue with me when the evidence is clear? Let me check you!”

　　G. David lifted my clothes, but he froze when he saw my stomach.

　　Because my stomach did have a reopened wound, with blood dripping down drop by drop.

　　“How disgusting, it’s like orange peel, all wrinkled.”

　　Gwen Gwe wrinkled her nose in disgust.

　　“Indeed, a woman who has given birth is no good, a complete yellow-faced hag. Mr. David, come to me more often, I’ll give you a half-price discount.”

　　Gwen Gwe threw a flirty glance at G. David, draping herself over his shoulder.

　　I thought G. David would feel pain, would regret.

　　But I was wrong.

　　He showed the same expression and gaze as Gwen Gwe, pushing me away harshly as if I were something filthy.

　　“That orange-peel stomach of hers is truly disgusting. Any man who would touch her must be desperate. I really regret marrying her, how could her body become like this.”

　　His unexpected words were like a heavy blow to my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

　　“G. David… what did you just say?”

　　“I said you’re disgusting. If I had known you would become like this after giving birth, I never would have married you. You’re ugly and stingy.”

　　G. David clicked his tongue, hugging Gwen Gwe tightly, planting a kiss on her face.

　　I felt nauseous, as if something was rising from my stomach.

　　“Okay… I’m disgusting.”

　　My heart was dead, the blood from my stomach still dripping, but all I wanted was to save my child. Before I could step out, G. David yanked me back.

　　“Lily! Didn’t you kneel before leaving!”

　　G. David snatched the child from me and pushed me hard, causing me to scream in pain as my wound was torn.

　　Blood spilled everywhere.

　　But G. David still looked disgusted.

　　“G. David! I really misjudged you…”

　　My heart ached so much I could barely breathe, but looking at the child in his arms, I knelt down and kowtowed, over and over, until my head was bleeding.

　　“I beg you… take me to the hospital, please take me to the hospital.”

　　I cried out, blood streaming down my forehead.

　　“You’re really disgusting to look at.”

　　I heard G. David say coldly.