After five years of marriage, my husband, Daniel Carter, still loved me deeply.

He felt sorry for how hard pregnancy was on me and specially hired the top OB-GYN, Sophia Miller, to take care of me one-on-one.

To accompany me through the most important moment in a woman’s life, he even booked the most luxurious LDR suite.

But on the day I went into labor, the baby was too large, and I had a difficult delivery. After giving birth, I suddenly began to hemorrhage… yet Daniel and Sophia were nowhere to be found.

From the bathroom came the sound of them flirting:

“Sophia, thank goodness we implanted our baby into Lily’s body back then. Otherwise, the one lying there in pain would be you.”

“Her expression just now was so hideous—if I looked at her for even a second longer, I’d have nightmares. You, on the other hand, are always so beautiful.”

“Hehe, then you’re not allowed to go out and be with that old hag tonight. I want you to remember my beauty.”

They spent the whole night tangled up in each other in there.

Meanwhile, blood kept pouring from me, pooling and congealing in the air-conditioned chill of eighteen degrees, my body slowly slipping into hypothermia…

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Daniel had taken me to tour the delivery suite and introduced Sophia as my personal physician.

This time, I pulled out the divorce papers right away:

“I don’t want the man or the child. You can both get out.”

…

The warm, lively atmosphere evaporated in an instant at my words.

Daniel, embarrassed in front of everyone, showed a flicker of anger in his eyes.

“Lily, what’s wrong with you? I’ve been thinking only of your health, and you suddenly, inexplicably bring up divorce?”

If it weren’t for the memories from my previous life, I might have believed he truly cared for me.

But the stench of blood, the buzzing of swarms of flies, and the shameless sounds of lust between my husband and his mistress from my past life still wrapped tightly around me, making me feel sick.

“That’s right. I want a divorce, and I’ll be terminating the pregnancy. Sign it.”

When my mother-in-law, Margaret Carter—who was already upset over the cost of the LDR suite—heard that I planned to abort, she exploded.

“Lily Carter, don’t you dare push your luck! My son went out of his way to get you a doctor and a delivery room, and you’re just being ridiculous.”

“You’ve been married into our family for so long without laying a single egg, just eating and doing nothing while my son treats you like royalty. Now that we’ve finally succeeded with IVF, you try aborting my precious grandson? Just you try!”

I answered her with no expression:

“Don’t forget who’s responsible for damaging my uterus so that I can only conceive through IVF.”

“As for everything else—those were Daniel’s obligations. After all, the start-up capital and resources all came from my brother. It’s generous enough that we never asked for repayment or a share of the profits.”

My family’s business was overseas, while Daniel came from an ordinary background. He’d earned an exchange-student spot through hard work and came to study at my university.

After we fell in love, I ignored my brother Michael’s objections and resolutely returned to the country with Daniel to start a business.

My brother, worried I’d suffer with Daniel, had no choice but to support us.

To help Daniel grow the company, I trudged through the dead of winter to a client’s home, gifts in hand. The client deliberately made things difficult and refused to see me, so I waited outside until I collapsed in the snow.

Moved by my sincerity, the client eventually agreed to the deal, which propelled the company to the next level—but my uterus suffered permanent damage from the cold.

Back then, Daniel was distressed and swore he’d never let me work so hard again. He swore he would never betray me. But he broke that promise.

Hearing my words, Daniel’s face darkened.

He was a man who valued his pride and hated being exposed in public.

But before he could speak, someone else rushed to defend him:

“Lily, that’s a bit harsh. Since you married Daniel, of course your family should help him out. Do married couples really need to keep score like that? That’s so petty.”

Sophia Miller took my hand with a gentle, understanding look.

“Look, this LDR suite really is wonderful—so private and quiet. Daniel worked so hard to secure it for you. You can wait here in peace for the birth, and with both of us taking care of you, you’ll definitely deliver the baby smoothly.”

“I understand that pregnancy hormones make emotions run high, but you really shouldn’t hurt Daniel’s feelings like this. Being pregnant isn’t an excuse to be unreasonable, right?”

Inwardly, I let out a cold laugh. Private and undisturbed?

That just made it easier for them to have their affair.

In my past life, I could still hear Daniel and Sophia’s words:

“Sophia, Lily looks so disgusting giving birth. Only when I’m looking at your beautiful face do I not feel sick…”

“Good thing you recommended this suite. It’s private enough that no one will disturb us. I don’t want something as trivial as Lily’s delivery interrupting our 100-day streak in bed!”

That was when I finally understood—he hadn’t done any of this for me.

He just didn’t want my labor interfering with their intimacy, and keeping up his image as a devoted husband was a bonus.

I yanked my hand away in disgust and sneered:

“My mother only gave birth to my brother. Who do you think you are, acting like you can call me ‘sister’?”

“And what, are you deaf? I said I don’t need you to take care of me. You can get lost.”

“Oh, wait—no. You can go take care of your precious Daniel, the kind of care you give in bed.”

My words made Sophia’s eyes brim with tears, as if I’d just delivered the gravest insult.

Daniel immediately stepped in front of her protectively.

He tore up the divorce papers in anger.

“Lily, are you a mad dog, snapping at everyone you see? Sophia’s just my childhood neighbor. There’s nothing between us!”

“Do you know she offered to look after you one-on-one, deliver your baby herself, and not take a single cent? She’s so thoughtful, and you dare insult her reputation?”

“Lily, are you acting like this because you’ve got someone else on the side?”

A group of young nurses, who’d been eavesdropping, gave me looks full of disdain.

“I knew it—why else would someone with such a good husband still want an abortion and a divorce? Turns out she’s the one cheating. Pregnant and still being promiscuous—what a disgrace. Poor Mr. Carter, worrying about her all this time.”

“Dr. Miller is a top OB-GYN. So many expectant mothers seek her out, and now she’s putting aside her busy work to take care of you for free, and you throw mud on her name? You really are a heartless, rotten woman!”

I listened to their insults without reacting, and said to Daniel:

“Say whatever you want. Even if you rip this one up, I’ll just print another.”

“In short, I’m not having this baby, and I’m definitely getting the divorce.”

Without another word, I turned and left, not bothering to argue further.

That night, Daniel didn’t come home, while I booked an appointment for an abortion the next day.

The next morning, just as I opened the door, several unfamiliar bodyguards blocked my way.

“Sorry, ma’am, but you can’t leave the villa.”

“Why not? This is illegal confinement—get out of my way!”

One of them looked uncomfortable.

“Ma’am, we don’t want to make things difficult, but Mr. Carter ordered us not to let you take a single step outside. We’re just following orders.”

I took a deep breath and turned to the housekeeper.

“Where’s Daniel?”

She looked conflicted, hesitating for a long moment before speaking softly:

“Mr. Carter is in the underground garage with Miss Miller. He said… he’s giving her your custom-made sports car.”

I stared in disbelief.

That sports car was a custom-made gift from my brother, Michael Carter, after he learned I was pregnant—a gift worth millions.

I hadn’t even driven it once, and Daniel was going to give it away?

Fuming, I stormed down to the underground garage, and sure enough, there they were—Daniel and Sophia Miller.

Sophia ran her hand along the gleaming body of the car, her eyes glinting with greed, though her voice feigned modesty.

“Daniel, are you really going to give me this car? It looks so expensive… won’t Lily be upset?”

“No. She upset you yesterday, so it’s only right I make it up to you. As long as you like it, that’s all that matters.”

Sophia’s face lit up with joy as she opened the door, ready to slide into the driver’s seat for a test drive.

“Daniel, this car was a gift from my brother. Who gave you the right to give it away?”

I stepped in front of her, fury in my voice.

Before Daniel could speak, Sophia piped up with mock indignation.

“Lily, you’re being way too petty. This is marital property, and besides, Daniel’s been taking care of you for so many years—doesn’t he have the right to handle a little thing like a car?”

“Is this a conversation between husband and wife, or did we invite you to weigh in?”

“A ‘little’ car? Then why were you practically drooling over it just now? Stealing from someone and acting so righteous—you really are shameless.”

I shoved Sophia aside, making her stumble. Daniel caught her instantly, holding her protectively and checking if she was hurt.

She shook her head, eyes brimming with tears.

“Daniel, I’ve been a doctor for so long and never once accepted a patient’s gift. How could I steal someone’s belongings?

A husband is a wife’s protector—I just couldn’t stand seeing Lily try to put you down at every turn. I only wanted to speak up for you, but she misunderstood me…”

Daniel, moved and pained, turned to me with anger in his eyes.

“Lily, has pregnancy made you stupid? How long are you going to keep making trouble?”

“Sophia’s right—we’re married. Half of what’s yours is mine. She endured such a huge insult from you yesterday, and now she’s willing to put it aside to take care of you. I’m going to make it up to her. I’m giving her this car, and that’s final.”

“Don’t think I don’t know you’ve scheduled an abortion. That doctor is Sophia’s friend—she told her everything. This is my child. You may be cruel enough to reject him, but I’ll protect him! From now on, you’ll stay at home and carry this baby until it’s safely born.”

I hadn’t expected Daniel to actually imprison me for the sake of his and Sophia’s child.

Instinctively, I looked down at my belly—four months along, barely showing.

But I knew that if I kept it, my stomach would swell like it had in my previous life, as if it would burst at any moment.

I never understood why, despite eating normally during pregnancy, my belly had grown nearly twice as large as other expectant mothers’, leading to a dangerous delivery and death from massive hemorrhage.

Back then, I’d begged Daniel for a C-section, but Sophia had insisted that natural birth was better for the baby.

And Daniel had only said:

“Lily, haven’t you always wanted our child to be healthy? Do it for the baby—just bear with it.”

Even reborn, I couldn’t erase the memory of that tearing agony. The thought alone made me tremble, the vision of blood filling my eyes.

The cruelest part? The life I’d nearly died to give was nothing more than the illegitimate child of my husband and his mistress.

This time, I would change my fate.

“You’re right,” I said, forcing a smile. “We can’t waste Dr. Miller’s kindness. If you want to give her the car, then by all means, give it to her.”