Julian leveraged what mattered to me as a threat, all to benefit Evelyn.

"Also, get up. Stop pretending to be weak. I know you're tough as nails," Julian snapped coldly before leaving with Evelyn.

The office was bustling. I caught looks of pity and scorn from people passing by.

I clutched my belly, sitting on the cold floor, feeling dead inside.

I realized then that there was no way Julian deserved to be my kid's dad.

Later that night, I lay in the operating room.

As the chilly anesthesia entered my veins, I closed my eyes and thought back to the year Bright Group was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Back then, Julian and I were penniless.

We holed up in a crappy basement. In winter, we huddled together for warmth. We'd share a plate of pasta. He'd insist I eat while he sipped the broth. Despite everything, his eyes were full of hope for the future.

He used to say that once Bright Group recovered, we'd start a family.

He promised our baby the best of everything and dreamed of us being the happiest family of three.

I'd smiled and nodded, locking away those promises.

Years later, when Bright Group was thriving again, we began trying for a baby, filled with hope.

But the doctor said I'd have trouble getting pregnant, so I started various treatments.

Every week or two, I'd get shots to boost ovulation, leaving my body dotted with needle marks.

Now I was pregnant, but our child would never get to see this world.

Eventually, the surgery ended.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I had been crying throughout. The pillow was soaked.

Ultimately, I was the one who had to smooth things over with Kevin.

At dinner, Kevin seemed annoyed and nodded for me to come over.

I took a deep breath, managed a smile, and repeatedly apologized, lifting my glass.

After downing two drinks, my vision started to blur.

Through the haze, I noticed Kevin's sleazy gaze lingering on me.

He grabbed at me, trying to rip my clothes off.

This greasy, pot-bellied man pinned me down with his weight.

My face went pale. I felt like throwing up, and fought back with all I had.

Suddenly, the door flew open.

Julian burst in with his eyes blazing, flipped Kevin off me, and kicked him hard.

Just as he started to scoop me up, Evelyn chimed in, all bitchy, "Julian, no wonder the big shots only want to deal with Caroline. I guess I just can't learn her tricks."

Julian stopped dead, his eyes locked on me.

He barked, "Caroline, this how you close deals? Spit it out!

You can't even hold a candle to Evelyn, an intern. At least she's got some self-respect."

It hit me then. Evelyn set this whole thing up. She wanted Julian to get the wrong idea.

Something was definitely off with the drinks.

My lips trembled as I tried to speak, but looking into Julian's dark, suspicious eyes, I fell silent.

I thought, "Forget it, he's always despised me. Why would he believe me now?"

Julian dragged me back home, leaving bruises on my wrists.

Soon after, Bright Group's work chat blew up, with everyone anonymously gossiping about me.

[I knew it. Caroline's been sleeping her way through those tough clients. Shame on her.]

[Isn't Caroline Mr. Cadman's wife?]

[Mr. Cadman never said so. I bet this bitch is trying to hook him.]

[Exactly. Everyone knows Mr. Cadman and Evelyn have something going on. He'd never be into Caroline.]

I let out a bitter chuckle and then sent my resignation email from my phone.

That night, Julian went nuts. He locked me in our room, grabbing my shoulders as he demanded, "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

Staying silent, I yanked free and stuffed my last bit of stuff in my suitcase.

Then, I handed him the divorce papers I'd already prepared and said, "We should get divorced."

Julian's face turned cold. "What're you playing at? All this over one project?"

"I'm divorcing you so you can be with Evelyn. Isn't that what you want?" I said evenly.

Julian frowned, his voice rising, "There's nothing between us. You..."

"Where's your blue tie? The one with subtle pattern?" I cut him off, snapping my suitcase shut and looking up calmly.

Julian froze. Before he could respond, I pressed on, "When you two were making out in that hotel hallway, Evelyn tossed it. You know what? I saw everything.

Don't play dumb. Did you think you covered it up well?"

Julian turned pale, his grip tightening on my arm in panic. "I can explain! Caroline. Just put down the suitcase. Where can you even go?"

Just then, my phone rang. I managed to free my hand and answered it. A deep voice on the other end said, "Caroline, once you ditch that jerk, come on over. I'm waiting."

Julian looked like he'd been hit by a truck.

Seizing the moment, I pressed his hand down and forcefully signed his name on the divorce papers.

He stood there, totally out of it. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out without looking back.

A moment later, Julian came to his senses and tried to chase after me.

Bella, the cleaning lady, came over and handed him a crumpled piece of paper. "Mr. Cadman, you should see this."

Julian smoothed it out, frowning. Then his eyes went wide. It was a pregnancy test result.