My parents stepped forward, their faces full of disapproval.

"Savannah, offering you a toast is a sign of respect. You should know your place."

"You didn't even bring a birthday gift and now you're turning down her toast too?"

Looking at the people I once believed were closest to me, silent tears slid down my cheeks.

"So if I drink this glass of wine, you'll all finally leave me alone?"

I reached out for the glass in Savannah's hand. But just before I touched it, she suddenly leaned forward, spilling the red wine all over me.

Before I could react, I was shoved hard. I fell to the floor and a sharp, tearing pain shot through my belly.

"Ivy, it's fine if you didn't want to drink, but why did you have to push me?"

Hunter pulled Savannah into his arms and glared at me. "Ivy, I can't believe you've become such a vicious woman."

Clutching my stomach, I couldn't even speak. All I felt was a warm, terrifying rush between my legs.

The medicine must have started working.

"I'm bleeding. Get me to the hospital, now!"

The pain in my lower belly was so intense that cold sweat covered my forehead. I clutched my stomach tightly, barely able to breathe.

Hunter glanced at my white dress, now stained with bright red and a flash of panic crossed his face.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Just as he bent down to help me, Savannah's voice rang out from behind him.

"Ivy, you poured red wine on yourself to fake blood. What a cheap trick!"

At her words, Hunter immediately pulled his hand back. His eyes landed on the broken wine glass at my feet and his expression turned cold.

"Ivy, how did you become so manipulative? If Savannah hadn't said anything, I might've actually believed you. Using red wine to pretend you're bleeding, just for sympathy?"

My mother scoffed coldly from the side.

"She's always been sneaky. Even as a child, she bullied Savannah because of her heart condition. And now she's trying to frame her? How shameless."

"You're eight months pregnant. How could you be bleeding that easily?"

I held my belly tightly, shaking from the pain.

"I'm not lying… my stomach really hurts… please help me… I'm begging you…"

I looked at them with pleading eyes, desperate for just one person to care. But no one moved.

Hunter looked at me with nothing but disgust.

"Using wine to fake blood just to fool us? If I don't teach you a lesson now, you'll try to walk all over me next time."

"Hunter, why don't we make this fun?"

Savannah smiled cruelly, then pulled out a pill and shoved it into my mouth.

In an instant, all the strength drained from my body. A wave of despair and fear crushed me.

Savannah leaned close and whispered something into Hunter's ear. He turned to me with a mocking smile.

"Take her to the private room next door."

I looked at him, desperate.

"You'll regret doing this to me."

Savannah lifted her wine glass, eyes gleaming with pride.

"That pill won't just light a fire in you," she said with a smug smile. “It'll also wipe your memory. By tomorrow, you won't remember a thing."

"There's already a client waiting in the room next door."

She let out a soft laugh and raised her glass higher.

"Here's to a lovely night."

The next moment, I was dragged into darkness.

And in that darkness, something tore through me as if I were being ripped apart, piece by piece.

When I came to, I was lying helplessly on the floor of the private room. A large pool of blood had already spread beneath me.

“Help… me…”

I dragged myself toward the door, pounding on it with what little strength I had left.

From outside, I heard a burst of mocking laughter.

"Stop pretending. You were moaning louder than anyone earlier. Just get some rest. You won't remember anything by tomorrow."

Then came Hunter's voice.

"Since the main event's over, let's move on to the next round! No one goes home until we're drunk!"

Their footsteps and laughter faded into the distance.

I was left alone, bleeding, broken and barely conscious.

The floor beneath me was soaked in bright red. The sight was horrifying.

In the end, it was a staff member who found me and rushed me to the hospital.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a sterile hospital room filled with the sharp scent of disinfectant.

"Miss Ivy, we couldn't save your baby. How would you like us to handle the remains?"

The nurse looked at me with quiet sympathy.

I stared blankly at the bundle in her hands.

"Please call a courier for me."

After a night of partying, Hunter and the others finally remembered they had left me behind at the clubhouse.

When they arrived, the manager ran over in a panic.

"Mr. Harrington, something serious happened. After you left last night, your wife was found bleeding badly. She was taken to the hospital."

Hunter froze. He suddenly grabbed Savannah's wrist, his eyes wild and bloodshot.

"What did you do last night?"

Just then, a delivery man approached them, holding a small box.

"Hi, are you Mr. Harrington? I have a delivery for you. Please sign here."

Hunter stared at the box, the faint metallic scent of blood still clinging to it.

With shaking hands, he opened the lid.

The moment it opened, the people around him gasped.