My childhood sweetheart has aplastic anemia and desperately needs a bone marrow transplant. His brother agrees to help, but there's a catch.

"I can save him, but you need to marry me."

My lover ultimately dies because of medical negligence. I'm heartbroken but still marry Martin Steinfeld per my promise.

During the wedding, he gets on one knee before me. His gaze is loving as he says, "I'll treat you well for life, Audrey Lynch. I'll be a thousand times better than Henry; I won't let you shed another tear."

I look at his face, which is so much like Henry Steinfeld's. I believe him.

Three years after our marriage, I'm five months along when I stumble upon Martin with his mistress. He wraps an arm around her and sighs. "She still can't forget about that dead guy despite us being married for so long. She's not like you, who only has eyes for me.

"If not for her insisting on marrying Henry and ruining my future, I wouldn't have had to take my own brother down so much earlier than planned."

My blood runs cold, and I tremble all over. Hatred consumes me, and I only have one thought—I have to destroy Martin!

I stood outside the door, feeling so distressed and angry that I could barely breathe. I gritted my teeth to keep myself from breaking down. The rustling sound of clothes rubbing together, accompanied by a woman's flirtatious laughter inside the office, further hurt my eardrums.

The baby in my belly seemed to sense something and kicked restlessly, but I ignored it. After waiting for a while, I kicked the door open with a bang.

The two people on the sofa were startled, and the woman screamed, covering her chest. I could never forget her face, not even in death.

I threw the lunchbox in my hand at Martin Steinfeld with all my might. The scalding hot food immediately splattered all over him, marring his skin until it turned red.

"You knew what she did to me before!" I shouted.

Irritated, Martin kicked the woman next to him hard and told her to leave at once.

Florence Barrack picked up her clothes and shot me a fierce glare as well as a bright smile. "Audrey Lynch, we'll meet again."

"Honey, why did you come early today? She seduced me. I've been holding back recently, and I couldn't control myself for a moment; that's why—

"We… We actually didn't do anything…" Martin stuttered.

In order to marry me, Martin had his legs brutally broken by his father and was then given the punishment of kneeling in the yard for an entire night.

Soon after, he was bombarded with harsh words and criticism. Many people called him crazy for intending to marry his brother's girlfriend. However, he made up his mind and declared loudly and firmly, "I will marry no one but Audrey in this life. Or else, you can just kill me."

However, just a few years later, he couldn't bear the loneliness and even sought excitement in the office. He even did it with the person I hated the most.

Florence was the one who initiated the bullying against me and even attempted to get some thugs to harass me. But now, Martin was making out with her.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to look at the disgusting and insincere expression on the face that resembled Henry Steinfeld's. If Henry were still alive…

My tears uncontrollably streamed down, and Martin instantly panicked, grabbing my hand tightly.

"Honey, it's all my fault. Please don't be angry; it's not worth hurting your health. I promise I won't do it again. You can hit me or scold me…"

I felt utterly helpless, and my mind was in a mess. I needed some time to think things through—not just about my relationship with Martin but also the true cause of Henry's death.

I withdrew my hand, opened my eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Martin, you've let me down."

Because I accidentally caught him cheating, he was very attentive to me at the family dinner that night.

"Honey, I've cut the fish into small pieces. Eat more."

"Honey, this soup tastes nice. Let me serve you a bowl."

"Honey, don't eat the meat if you find it too greasy. Give it to me."

Mrs. Steinfeld had never liked me, and Martin's lowly demeanor only irritated her further. "She's just pregnant. Why is she putting on airs?"

Martin defended me. "Mom, I married Audrey to provide her with a good life, and I'm more than willing to do so."

If I hadn't overheard him in the office today, I would have really believed he was a loving and thoughtful husband.

After dinner, Martin was called by his father to the study to discuss work, while I went to the room Martin had when he was young. There was a diary on the bookshelf. I had never opened it out of respect before, but now I was unwilling to give up even the slightest clue.

The first page of the diary featured a photo of me in a pure white wedding dress, my head lowered, looking a bit sad. Behind the photo was a delicately written phrase—My First and Only.

I sneered inwardly. Perhaps the old me would have been touched, but now, I only found it ironic. I continued turning the pages.

"The new transfer student is really pretty. She looks so delicate. It's going to be fun."

"She finally talked to me today, and she has a really nice voice."

"Florence is crazy."

"My brother gave a speech in front of all the students, and Audrey has never looked at me the way she looked at him."

"Why am I always falling short compared to my brother? He even takes away the person I like. I can't accept it!"

"She's in a relationship with my brother now. I feel hurtful…"

"If only my brother didn't exist, then Audrey would only have eyes for me."

As I flipped through the pages, my heart gradually grew heavy. I didn't realize that Martin hated Henry so much. I could still remember when Henry and I officially announced our relationship; Martin was the most excited.

"She is so beautiful; it's our family's honor to have her. Henry, you two must stay together forever."

Little did I know that Martin had already planned to get rid of Henry since then. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. A warm body pressed against me, arms wrapping around me. "Babe, what are you looking at?"

I turned around and shook the photo in my hand with a smile. "Why did you hide this? Are you up to something bad?"

Martin blushed, burying his head in my neck. "Honey, please don't tease me. Come home with me, okay? I can't sleep without holding you."

Yet, he enjoyed it a lot when he was in another woman's bed. I suddenly remembered something. Then, I tapped his face with the photo. "Remember this: no next time."

Martin kissed me and said happily, "Okay, I'll hop to it right now."

Late at night, Martin hugged me and fell into a deep sleep. I slipped out of his arms and took his phone from the bedside table.

I first entered my birthdate, then his birthdate, and then our wedding anniversary date. None of them worked. In the end, I entered Henry's death date with trembling hands, and the phone was unlocked.

My heart instantly raced, and I felt a wave of dizziness. I took out the USB drive I had prepared earlier and copied all the data from his phone. Then, I gently placed the phone back.

I heard Martin mumbling in his sleep, "Honey, where did you go?"

But I no longer had the courage to return to his embrace. I went to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

The next day, I exported the data from the USB drive and went through them one by one. Finally, a number that Martin had blocked caught my attention.

The number had only sent a message: "Didn't you promise to spare my family?"

After thinking for a moment, I sent a message to that number: "Let's meet at Central Park at 4:00 pm tomorrow."

At exactly 4:00 pm, a fully covered young woman was sitting on one side of a bench. She asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Audrey Lynch, the wife of Martin Steinfeld."

The young woman immediately stood up and wanted to leave. "We have nothing to talk about unless Martin pays with his life."

I calmly said, "I have the same thought. Maybe I can help you."

The young woman turned her head and looked at me in surprise.

"Tell me the truth," I repeated word by word and continued, "I might also want Martin to die."

The young woman started to explain, "My dad owed money in Martin's casino and was beaten half-dead by his men.

"Meanwhile, my older sister was cornered by the debt collectors in an alley on her way home from work. She was good-looking, so they wanted to sell her to a club to work as a hostess.

"Martin met her in the club and learned that she worked as a nurse at the hospital downtown, so he asked her to…"

Everything fell into place now.

Florence, who took a fancy to Martin, was jealous of me and got some thugs to corner me in an alley. At that time, Henry rushed to my rescue, but he was stabbed by the thugs and had a relapse of aplastic anemia.

He was actively receiving treatment at the hospital. Despite his vision being blurry from a retinal hemorrhage, he still personally designed my wedding dress.

"Drey, I can't wait to see you wearing it."

I held his hand and replied with a faint smile, "Sure, then you must recover soon."

"Yes. We'll have our wedding in your favorite city, Lunaris in Sylvoria."

I turned my head and silently shed tears because I had already promised to marry Martin. In the end, he still couldn't see me in my wedding dress. The nurse who did the morning rounds didn't disinfect properly, which caused Henry's wound to worsen. He passed away five hours later.

It was even Valentine's Day that day, and the red roses I had planned to give him were replaced by white ones at his funeral. I initially thought it was medical malpractice, but it turned out to be Martin's long-planned scheme. My nails dug into my flesh, and my palms were already soaked with blood.

The young woman grew more and more sorrowful as she spoke. "Mr. Steinfeld promised to let us off once the task was done, but… but my older sister and father are both gone."

She covered her face and started crying. I grabbed her arm harshly and suggested, "I have a plan, and I need your help. After all, you're left with no way out, too, aren't you?"

It sounded like a plea, but it was actually a threat. I would never let anyone who had harmed Henry get away with it.

I acted like I had forgiven Martin for his infidelity, and he also treated me with more care and attention out of guilt. Life seemed as calm as ever on the surface, but underneath, tension was quietly building.

That night, the Lynch and Steinfeld families jointly hosted a charity dinner. I was helping Martin with his tie when he lowered his head and kissed my forehead.

"Honey, you're pregnant now, so don't wear high heels tonight. Go back and rest earlier if you're tired. I'll take care of everything here."

I responded half-heartedly, but then something caught my eye. "Martin, where's your ring?"

His expression changed, and he took a step back, trying to cover it up. "Why did you ask? I'm wearing it."

No, the ring I gave him had a one-of-a-kind blue topaz. It took me a lot of effort to find it, so there was no way I would mistake it.

The one he was wearing now obviously wasn't the one I gave him. It just looked similar. Where did he put the wedding ring?

At the banquet, I held his arm and watched him exchange pleasantries with the guests. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he was poised and confident. Everyone praised him as a promising young man.

When he finished the glass of champagne in his hand, he gestured for a waitress. But the young waitress was clumsy and knocked over the wine glasses on the tray, causing the alcohol to splash onto his shirt.

Before he could say a word, a sharp female voice rang out first. "What's wrong with you? Are you blind?"

It was Florence—her family was here tonight, too.

With everyone watching, Martin didn't wish to interact with her too much. He let go of my hand and said, "Honey, I'll go change my clothes first. Find a seat and wait for me."

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Steinfeld. Let me take you to the lounge, " the waitress apologized.

Martin left with the waitress, but Florence still wanted to say something. "Martin…"

"Martin is my husband, Florence. Are you that eager to be the mistress?" I mocked.

Florence shot me a glare. "Don't get too smug, Audrey. You saw what happened last time. How long do you think you can keep him?"

I replied provocatively, "It's actually thanks to you that Martin and I ended up getting married."

My words hit her nerves, so she raised her finger in anger. "You!"