My husband, Zane Wade, was drugged at a cocktail party and ended up sleeping with a female college student who looked almost exactly like me.

I gave him three chances.

The first time, Zane sent the young woman abroad overnight. Then, he knelt outside our home for three days and three nights.

The second time, I ran into him and the college student at the hospital. He was accompanying her for a prenatal check-up.

At the time, Zane hugged me tightly and refused to let me go. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Raina. She's pregnant, and my mother threatened to commit suicide. I have no choice but to keep the child.

"I swear, once she gives birth, I'll send her away immediately. The child will go to the old family estate. Please, don't leave me…"

But just three days later, because of that same woman, Zane fought me at an auction over my mother's heirlooms. When he saw me raising the bid higher and higher, he immediately went nuclear.

This was the third and final chance I gave him.

I rushed over to confront him, but Zane wasn't worried. He just frowned slightly and calmly said, "Raina, you know very well that Moira is about to give birth. Why do you insist on fighting a pregnant woman? You only need to endure it for another three months. Then, we can go back to how things were."

Upon hearing his words, I almost cried at how ridiculous they sounded.

I finally decided to get a divorce, but Zane actually brought Moira Green home openly and without shame.

"I was wrong, Raina. Please don't go, okay?" Zane Wade begged.

His eyes instantly welled up with tears as he watched me come down the stairs decisively with my suitcase.

He had been comforting Moira Green. However, after seeing me, he immediately abandoned her in a panic and hurried toward me.

Zane's entire body was trembling when he grabbed my wrist. "Please, babe. Don't leave me! Believe me, just this one last time. When Moira gives birth, I'll send her abroad and keep only the child. Everything will go back to the way it used to be."

Back to the way it used to be?

As Zane and I struggled, the ring that had been on my finger for seven years suddenly slipped off. Seeing this, he frantically let go of my hand and scrambled to pick up the ring. Meanwhile, I was forced to recall what had happened just this morning.

Zane had brazenly brought Moira, who was eight months pregnant, into our home. She had sat on the sofa while he and my mother-in-law comforted her in gentle voices.

In that moment, my heart felt as though it had been cleaved in half with an axe. The pain was so intense that I felt as though I was being torn apart.

Zane picked up the ring. He looked full of joy as he tried to put it back on my finger.

However, I stepped back. I let out an abrupt, bitter laugh as my tears fell.

"We can't go back to how things were, Zane," I said.

"Raina…"

Zane froze in place. The ring slipped from his fingers again. It rolled to a stop before Moira, who had just stood up.

Ignoring it, I pulled my suitcase and was about to walk past Zane to leave. But the next second, I once again felt a powerful grip on my arm. When I turned back, I saw Zane with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

His lips trembled as he turned his head. "Tell me, Raina. What do I have to do to make you stay…"

I looked at Moira. She was staring nervously at me while standing beside my wedding ring. I unconsciously glanced toward her heavily pregnant belly.

It didn't matter what Zane would do. He couldn't change my decision to leave. Just as I was about to say this—

"Mr. Wade!"

Moira's cry of alarm sounded from behind me. Her face was pale as she clutched her belly and collapsed onto the sofa.

"My stomach really hurts…" she moaned.

Zane's expression changed instantly. He had refused to let go of my hand earlier, but upon her cry of distress, he immediately let it go and shoved me aside. Then, he rushed over to Moira and swept her up in his arms.

The force of his shove knocked me to the ground, and I hit my head hard against the edge of the stairs. Everything went black in an instant.

My voice trembled as I called out to him. "Zane!"

However, Zane didn't even turn his head. I saw him urgently shouting for the driver while softly comforting Moira. Yet, he had left me with only the image of his hurried, departing back.

I was left kneeling on the ground. The more I laughed, the more my tears fell.

Staggering to my feet, I calmly wiped the blood from my forehead. Then, I immediately called my lawyer. Once the divorce agreement was drafted, I went to the hospital.

Standing outside the hospital ward, I watched as Zane anxiously stayed by Moira's bedside. His brows would furrow deeply even when she gagged slightly.

"I want to eat the green apples from that orchard outside of the city," Moira whined lazily.

Zane didn't hesitate for a second. He grabbed his coat and rushed out. "I'll go pick them for you. Wait for me."

My heart tightened with envy. Only after he left did I step out from the shadows and push open the hospital ward's door.

The moment Moira saw me, her eyes filled with tears, and she launched into her act again.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hill. I didn't mean to interrupt you two. I really was in pain. Please don't hurt my baby," she cried.

Her shoulders trembled as she choked up, as though she had suffered a terrible injustice.

However, I had no patience for her performance. I handed her the divorce agreement and said, "I have no intention of standing in your way."

When Moira saw the word "divorce" on the papers, her tears stopped flowing.

"You know very well that Zane loves me and will never let me go. So, I need you to make sure he signs this," I instructed.

"But…" Moira looked conflicted.

"This chance comes only once, Moira."

Moira stared at the agreement for a long time while biting her lip. In the end, she took it from me.

"Thank you, Ms. Hill, for allowing the three of us to be a family," she said.

A family of three. My heart twisted violently at this thought. It hurt so much that I could barely breathe.

"Then… I wish your family of three well," I replied.

I returned to the villa and packed up everything related to Zane. Precious jewelry, luxury goods, stuffed animals, and photos of us as a couple—I burned them all. But when I saw a glass bottle, I paused.

Inside was a letter Zane had written when he was 17. It was his wish for the future.

I had read it many times before. But today, as I held the thin piece of paper in my hands, I still couldn't help unfurling and reading it one last time.

The paper had yellowed, but the handwriting was still clear. 17-year-old Zane had written with free-flowing and confident strokes.

"To Zane, ten years from now.

"Zane, by now, you must have married Raina, right? I'm so jealous of you. You'd better treat my wife right, old man! Remember to cook her something different every day. Raina doesn't like to eat breakfast.

"When you give her gifts, make them by hand. What she values most is your sincerity. Keep her warm—she hates the cold. And another thing—you're not allowed to pressure her into having kids. Raina can't handle being in pain.

"I've already promised her we wouldn't have children in the future. Just having her is enough for me…"

At the very end of the letter, I noticed a line I had never paid attention to before. 17-year-old Zane had written it for me.

"Raina, if 27-year-old me doesn't treat you right, leave me. Never forgive me."

A fat tear rolled down my cheek and dripped heavily onto that line. With a bitter smile and a nod, I whispered, "Okay."

Then, I threw the letter into the fire. Tiny sparks burst out as the flames rose higher and higher.

Night had fallen by the time Zane returned with Moira. She was glowing with enthusiasm as she piled large bags of luxury brand items in front of me, saying they were gifts for me.

Seeing this, Zane looked at Moira approvingly. But when he noticed my indifferent response, he joined in and tried to please me.

"Look, Raina. Moira's actually quite considerate. She picked all these out just for you. If you don't like them, just tell me what you want, and I'll get them for you. Okay?"

Moira gently interjected before Zane could finish. "It's okay, Mr. Wade. Besides these, I also prepared another gift for Mrs. Wade. She's sure to love it!"

As she spoke, she handed me an envelope containing a document. I was stunned. Without needing to guess, I already knew it contained the divorce agreement.

I reached out to take it from Moira, but it didn't budge from her hand.

Moira didn't let go. In front of Zane, she looked at me and said in a deliberate tone, "You haven't forgotten what you promised me, right?"

"What promise?" Zane asked.

He looked puzzled as he turned to me and searched my face.

My heart clenched nervously under his sharp gaze. I quickly nodded and grabbed the agreement. "No, I'll keep my word."

Zane's gaze grew even more suspicious. He looked as though he was going to step forward to look at the agreement.

Perhaps sensing this, Moira smiled smugly. I watched as she turned to Zane and said, "Mr. Wade, Mrs. Wade promised to take care of my child after I leave. So, I prepared this little gift for her. You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind? Of course not," Zane replied.

His eyes had lit up upon hearing this. Smiling, he planted a kiss on my lips. Then, he said, "This is great, Raina! You've finally come around. I knew you've always been sensible."

Zane was so happy that he lifted me and spun me around in place several times. This caused a flicker of jealousy to flash through Moira's eyes as she stood to the side.

Perhaps her jealous gaze was too obvious. Zane put me down. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Raina, Moira is craving pheasant stew. Yours is the best. Could you make some for her?"

The joy I felt from having the signed divorce agreement in hand instantly vanished. It was drowned by the absurdity and biting irony of the situation.

So, what was I to Zane in the end? His lover, his wife—or just Moira's caretaker while she was pregnant?

But then, I ultimately thought of how I'd soon be free and didn't want anything to go wrong. Despite being physically and mentally exhausted, I nodded.

"Fine, I'll make it for her," I said.

As soon as I returned to the bedroom, I opened the envelope. When I saw Zane's signature on the divorce papers, I suddenly smiled.

After signing the agreement and safely stashing it away, I went downstairs to the kitchen. Once I had prepared the stew as promised, I instructed a maid to bring it to Moira.

But not long after, I was startled by Moira's sudden, piercing scream. Footsteps pounded down the corridor, followed by Zane's furious shouting. I hurriedly threw on a robe and opened the door.

Then, I heard Moira shout, "Ah! My stomach hurts! The stew… It was the stew!"

At those words, I met Zane's cold, icy stare. Then, I watched as he scooped Moira into his arms with a furious expression and dashed downstairs.

There had been a large patch of bright red blood on Moira's nightgown. By the time I realized it was a sign of miscarriage, I could only stand there, utterly stunned.

I watched as Zane rushed out the door carrying Moira in his arms. He was yelling for the driver while gently comforting her.

"Don't be scared. I'll get you to the hospital right away."

My voice trembled as I instinctively called out, "Zane."

At last, he turned back. When he saw me standing at the door, looking frail and frightened, he looked torn and anxious.

"Rai—"

"It hurts so much, Mr. Wade. It really hurts. I don't want to give birth anymore. I don't want the 20 million, okay?" Moira interrupted.

Zane's steps unconsciously faltered, but her renewed cries of pain jolted him back to focus.

"I'm begging you, Mr. Wade. I really don't want to have this baby anymore."

As Moira cried out in pain again, Zane's torn expression turned cold.

"Raina, promise me you'll wait for me to come back and won't go anywhere. You know—no matter where you run, I'll always find you," he stated.

I didn't leave. But in the end, Zane, still worried, had his bodyguards bring me along to the hospital.

Standing in the corner outside the operating room, I watched as Zane pounded against the wall anxiously with clenched fists. Eventually, he broke down completely. Tears streamed down his face.

He had always been a staunch atheist, but he dropped to his knees with a loud thud and began pleading with the heavens.

"I don't believe in a higher being, but I don't care who's listening. If you can save Moira and the baby, I'll donate funds to build churches. A hundred—even a thousand of them! Just save them, I'm begging you…"

Zane prayed so sincerely. Yet, the rosary he was clutching in his hand was a blessing I had earned for him after climbing 999 steps on my knees in one night.

My heart sank silently into a bottomless abyss as he occasionally glared at me icily. Fortunately, Moira was fine and was eventually transferred to a regular ward.

I sighed in relief. But as I turned, I caught Zane's conversation with the doctor.

"Mr. Wade, Ms. Green ingested a large amount of abortion medication. That's what caused the miscarriage. And the stew you asked us to test did contain traces of abortion drugs," the doctor said.

As soon as his words fell, the silence in the fire escape stairwell felt suffocating enough to kill. I could barely stand upright. My nails dug deep into my palms.

Zane stood shrouded in darkness. His whole presence exuded coldness. He said nothing, but I felt like I was slowly being crushed.

However, I was innocent. So, it was obvious who had put the abortion drugs in the stew.

I charged into Moira's hospital room and confronted her directly.

"What was the point of that, Moira? I told you I would leave. I never wanted to get involved in your game. Why would you frame me like this?"

The heavily pregnant Moira now looked pale, haggard, and frail. As I stared at her, I felt both angry and confused.

But when she looked back at me, her gaze was twisted. "Of course, I know you never wanted to get involved. But he loves you, doesn't he? Even if you leave, just that love alone is enough to crush me and my son's future. So, I had to do this."

I was so angry that I wanted to laugh. If that was how Moira saw it, then wouldn't killing me be more efficient?

Chuckling dryly, I suppressed my rising rage. Then, I said in a flat tone, "If you're that clear-headed, then tell me—do you think he'll believe you?"

Moira's expression froze at this. She clenched her jaw and stared at me helplessly. Clearly, she had no confidence that Zane would truly hate me because of this.

In the tense silence, the hospital ward's door was suddenly shoved open. The faint scent of cigarette smoke wafted in.

Zane's eyes were dark and unreadable, but he didn't say a word. Walking in, he lifted Moira into a wheelchair. Then, he looked at me deeply before extending his hand.

"Let's go home, Raina."

As soon as he spoke, I caught Moira's hand tightening on her gown.

"But—"

She started to speak, but Zane's cold stare silenced her instantly. Moira shut her mouth and dared not say another word.

I looked at Zane. His eyes were tired, but there wasn't a trace of anger on his face. I held his hand and left the hospital with him. His palm was warm, but my heart had gone cold.

The car ride was silent. Zane said nothing the entire way, which was unlike him. I didn't care. My mind was already on tomorrow, when I would go to the courthouse to finalize the divorce.

Once we arrived home, Zane escorted Moira to her room. I was about to leave, but Zane tugged on my hand and didn't let go.

His voice was soft as he said, "Come with me, Raina."

I didn't resist and quietly followed him all the way to the underground wine cellar. Then, I saw it. A massive golden cage, inside of which sat a luxurious down-feather bed.

My temples began to throb viciously. On instinct, I turned to run. However, Zane was faster. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me clean off the ground. Then, he shoved me into the cage.