The night before my wedding, my mother died on a cliff.

My fiancé, Daniel Chalamet, held me in his arms, devastated and promised to help me find the real killer.

Three years later, when I got my pregnancy test results, the doctor mentioned something about my father's heart.

Excited, I rushed to the hospital, only to find him wrapped up in the arms of his first love, Jennifer Portman.

"Don't worry. I heard the hospital has a matching heart. I'll talk to the doctor and make sure it goes to Rihanna first."

"But hasn't that heart already been promised to Natalie Gadot’s father? She'll be upset if she finds out."

Daniel’s voice was cold. "So what? Three years ago, we used her child's heart and kidney to save your father. This time, we’re just taking another heart. It’s no big deal."

"And don’t worry about her mother’s death. I’ve destroyed the evidence for you. She won’t trace it back to you."

It turned out that they were responsible for the deaths of my mother and child three years ago.

And now, Daniel was trying to steal my father’s heart to save their child.

I pulled out my phone and called Daniel’s sworn enemy.

"I want to ruin my reputation with Daniel and Jennifer. Can you help me?"

"You’ve finally figured it out. I told you from the start that Daniel wasn’t a good person. You’d regret it one day. So, are you thinking of divorcing him and marrying me?"

I looked at the man in front of me, being so gentle with Jennifer Portman, then lowered my head and gave a bitter smile.

"I'll marry you, but only if you help me find a new heart source. If you find one today, I'll fly over and marry you tomorrow."

"Give me a week. Just don’t forget to come see me then."

Before hanging up, I added softly, "But I just found out... I’m one month pregnant. I plan to leave him and keep the child."

The other end didn’t hesitate. "It’s just one child. I can afford it."

I had already taken the pregnancy test three days ago.

Before heading to the hospital, I had wanted to go with Daniel to share the surprise. But he rushed off, saying he had work to do.

Now it seemed clear—he must have gone to be with Jennifer and their child.

Daniel’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was the doctor calling.

He leaned in, gently kissing Jennifer. “Wait here. I’m going to speak with the doctor about my heart.”

As Daniel’s figure slowly disappeared, Jennifer put away her pitiful expression and turned toward the stairwell where I was.

“How pathetic. Three years of marriage and all you can do is hide in the shadows, watching someone else’s happiness.”

I snorted coldly and replied calmly, “Isn’t the real pity you? You gave him a child, yet he didn't give you any status. As long as I stay, the position of Mrs. Chalamet will always be mine."

My words hit Jennifer hard. Her face twisted in anger.

"Daniel has always loved me. You’re the one who shamelessly stole the position of Mrs. Chalamet."

“Daniel and I were each other’s first love. We swore we’d grow old together. Natalie, you’re the one who came between us.”

A sharp pain tore through my chest.

Instinctively, I raised a hand to clutch my heart, the prenatal checkup report slipping from my fingers.

Jennifer bent down to pick it up. The moment she saw I was a month pregnant, her expression twisted even further.

“Natalie, I can’t believe you’re pregnant again. You heard what Daniel just said. Your first child died to donate organs to my father.”

“But that’s not the only reason. Want to know the rest?”

Seeing my serious expression, Jennifer finally laughed.

She spoke with a strange pride. "Daniel promised me that even if he married you, his child would still be mine. So, what do you think would happen if he found out you're pregnant again?"

I knew she was trying to drive a wedge between me and Daniel. But right then, I didn’t care. I raised my hand and slapped her.

The blow wasn’t strong, but in the next second, Jennifer clutched her face and crashed to the ground.

At the same time, her pitiful voice echoed through the stairwell.

"Natalie, I don’t know what I said to upset you. Can you tell me why you hit me and pushed me?"

Tears rolled down her face right on cue. I let out a cold snort when I saw her expression. I was just about to mock her when I heard Daniel’s cold voice.

He frowned and asked, "Why are you here? Why can’t you just say something decent? Why hit someone? Natalie, what happened to you?"

I couldn’t understand why Daniel was always so blindly biased. I opened my mouth to speak, but Jennifer quickly grabbed his arm.

As if trying to hold back her sadness, she said, "Daniel, Natalie must have her reasons. I shouldn’t have taken up your time. As long as she calms down, she can hit me however she wants."

As expected, the next second, Daniel looked at her with concern.

"No matter what, she shouldn’t have hit anyone. This is Natalie’s fault. I’ll make things right for you."

As he spoke, Daniel reached out and firmly grabbed my shoulder. "Jennifer, fight back."

I stared at him in disbelief, then replied coldly, "I’m pregnant. Are you sure you want her to hit me?"

I picked up the report from the floor and threw it at Daniel.

But he didn’t even glance at it. Instead, he reached out and ripped it apart. "What’s your plan here? If you do something wrong, you have to face the consequences..."

Before he could finish, Jennifer whispered, "Daniel, why don’t you just let it go this time? Maybe Natalie’s just in a bad mood. I really can’t bring myself to do it."

Daniel said gently, "You're too nice and that's why people take advantage of you. If you don't stand up for yourself now, it'll happen again."

With that, Daniel grabbed Jennifer's hand and slapped me across the face.

"Since you can't do it, let me help you."

The slap was so hard that I was knocked backward.

My stomach slammed against the stairs beside me. But Daniel acted like he hadn’t seen anything, walking away with Jennifer without a second glance.

I crouched on the ground, clutching my aching stomach. Blood began to pour out, creating a bright red stain on the floor.

"My child..."

My vision blurred and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a hospital bed.

Recalling the events before I lost consciousness, I suddenly sat up.

Just then, a doctor entered the room, saw my anxious face and smiled. "Don’t worry, the baby’s fine. But next time, be more careful with your stomach."

Hearing this, I let out a sigh of relief and gently stroked my belly.

Because of Daniel, I had lost my first child.

This time, I had to protect this one.

After leaving the hospital, I took a taxi straight to City Hall. Since I had decided to leave, I needed to get the divorce done quickly.

I handed my papers to the staff. She typed for a moment, then looked up at me. "Ma'am, you already filed for divorce a month ago."

I froze. That couldn’t be right. "That's impossible! I wasn’t even here a month ago. How could I have filed for divorce?"

The staff checked again and his expression turned odd. "The system shows your divorce was filed a month ago. A man named Daniel Chalamet handled it for you..."

He hesitated. "His current spouse is already listed as another woman, Jennifer. Do you know her?"

My mind went blank. The room spun and a sharp ringing filled my ears.

A month ago, it was my birthday.

Daniel gave me five hundred twenty thousand dollars to spend however I wanted and said he’d celebrate with me after work.

But just as I was about to head home from shopping, a group of drunk men appeared and dragged me into an alley.

I kept trying to call Daniel, but every time I dialed, he ended the call.

If a passerby hadn’t seen me and stepped in, who knows what would’ve happened.

Afterwards, Daniel tried to calm me down, saying he was in a meeting and his phone had been on silent.

I believed him.

But now I knew: he had divorced me on my birthday and given Jennifer his name.

That was exactly what I wanted. After leaving City Hall, I decided to walk to clear my head.

But heavy rain poured down and I couldn’t escape it. I was soaked through.

The wind and rain were so strong that no taxi was in sight.

My umbrella broke and I walked alone through the storm, tears mixing with the rain as they fell to the ground.

By the time I reached the villa, I was a mess.

I pushed open the door. Warm air from the living room wrapped around me and I heard Daniel's gentle voice.

"It's pouring outside. Drink some ginger soup, or you might catch a cold."

My heart stirred for a moment, but then I saw Jennifer and Rihanna. Daniel wasn't talking to me. His words were for them.

When he noticed me standing silently at the door, a flash of panic crossed his face. "Rihanna has heart problems. If anything happens, I can help right away. Jennifer is staying here to take care of her."

I sneered. "Rescue? You think you’re more qualified than a doctor? Living here with heart problems instead of going to a hospital, are you out of your mind?"

Daniel’s expression darkened in an instant. "How dare you speak like that? This is my house. If you disagree, I have plenty of ways to take your name off the deed."

When we got married, he said he wanted me to feel secure, so he added my name to the deed.

But now, for Jennifer, he had forgotten it all.

Since that was how things stood, I would throw away everything between me and him, too.

After he finished speaking, Daniel took Jennifer and Rihanna upstairs without even looking at me.

My head felt heavy from the rain, so after a shower, I went straight to bed.

I wasn’t sure how long I had slept, but my throat felt like it had been cut with a knife.

"Daniel..." I called out several times, but all I could hear was the sound of someone telling a story from the next room.

"Daniel, Rihanna is so much like you," Jennifer said with a happy smile. "Even when she's upset, she copies you and tries to comfort me."

"Of course," Daniel replied proudly. "I raised her. It’s good that she’s thoughtful, so she can look after you even when I’m not there."

Even through the wall, I could imagine the smile on Jennifer’s face

Daniel gently patted Rihanna’s back. "Alright, get some sleep. I'll tell you and your daughter a bedtime story."

After some rustling, Daniel’s soft voice came through. “In a distant land, there lived a king and queen…”

Staring at the plain white ceiling, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Daniel and I had been married for three years, but he and Jennifer felt like the real couple, sharing sweet dreams with their three-year-old.

I tried to sit up in bed to reach my water glass, but knocked over a photo frame on the table.

The glass shattered and the photo of Daniel and me got scratched.

I got out of bed to pick it up, but the room was too dark and I stepped on the broken glass.

Fighting through the pain, I limped to the light switch, cleaned up the mess and poured myself a glass of water.

The whole time, I could still hear Daniel’s gentle storytelling from the next room.

After bandaging myself and getting back into bed, a memory suddenly came to me: how long ago, I had only been caught in a light rain, yet Daniel had canceled all his meetings to stay with me for a week, afraid I might catch a fever.

Back then, he had said, “Natalie, don’t worry, I’m here with you because you’re sick, I feel even worse than you do.”

But now, after I walked through the heavy rain to come home, he gave the bowl of ginger soup to Jennifer.

As soon as I closed my eyes, tears slid silently down my cheeks.

The next morning, loud laughter from downstairs woke me up.

I opened the bedroom door and saw Jennifer chatting cheerfully with Daniel’s mother.

Before I could say a word, Jennifer noticed me. She gave me a smug look, then said sweetly to my mother-in-law, "Auntie, don’t overthink it. Daniel is only letting us stay here for a few days because of Rihanna’s heart. Once her surgery is done, we’ll leave. Otherwise, Natalie might get upset."

My mother-in-law held Rihanna in her arms and said coldly, "Why should she be upset? They've been married for three years and still have no children. Our little Rihanna is the best. Call me Grandma."

Rihanna looked up at her and said sweetly, "Grandma."

"Ah!" My mother-in-law's face lit up with joy. She patted Jennifer’s hand. "Jennifer, one daughter isn’t enough. Once you have a son, I’ll make Daniel marry you!"

Jennifer's face turned red right away.

For a moment, I felt incredibly sick.

Just as I turned to open the bedroom door, I heard my mother-in-law snap, "Stop right there!"

The next second, two servants suddenly appeared and grabbed my wrists, not letting me move.

"It's been a while and you’ve gotten ruder! You don’t even come down to serve me tea? You two, bring her down here."

Right after she spoke, they grabbed my arms and dragged me down from the second floor.

I fought back, but they were too strong.

Seeing me being humiliated, my mother-in-law said proudly, "Go make me a cup of tea with 99-degree water."

I stood still, pretending not to hear.

Seeing this, Jennifer spoke up gently, “Auntie, let me handle it. I’m used to doing this kind of heavy work.”

My mother-in-law took Jennifer’s hand and said, "You're the future daughter-in-law of the Chalamet Family. How could you do such chores? Let her do it."

I watched them act out their little scenes. Jennifer tried to walk away, but my stare made her freeze. She looked annoyed.

"What do we need her for? She can’t have kids and now she won’t even serve tea. You two, lock her up. I don’t want to see her around!"

The two men gripped my shoulders, ready to take me away.

Just then, Daniel came out of the study, frowning. "Mom, that’s enough!"