I left in a wheelchair from Gloria's ward, I couldn't look at their intimacy.

All along the corridor I cried, the broken feeling in my heart was hard to express. Disappointed, sad, and devastated all mixed together.

I reached my ward, and I went inside. With my remaining strength, I tried to climb onto my bed. However, I fell along with my wheelchair until a glass accidentally fell and hit my leg.

Glass shards scattered everywhere, a little blood flowed down my right leg.

The wound from the broken glass was nothing compared to the pain of my heart. I cried, but I was surprised to see Dalbert arrive carrying the baby. He placed the baby in the bassinet beside my bed.

"Daisy, what happened?" Dalbert asked me, and he picked me up and laid me down on my bed.

I was silent, seeing his sweet face and demeanor made my heart ache even more.

"Daisy, why did you fall? Where are you going in that wheelchair?" Dalbert asked, making me nervous.

Dalbert can't know what I saw earlier. "I was going to go find you, Dalbert," I replied.

"What for?" asked Dalbert as he pressed the button to call the nurse to come.

I didn't answer, I cried, and Dalbert took me into his arms.

It wasn't long before the nurse arrived with a medicine box.

"I know why you're crying, it's all fate, Daisy. No one wants to be paralyzed, Daisy," Dalbert replied as he stroked my hair.

"I'll do it," Dalbert replied to the nurse.

I looked at Dalbert, who was currently treating my wounds very carefully. It doesn't feel like the old days anymore, I'm not happy, instead, I'm sad. Dalbert's caring attitude made me feel even more that I was a stupid woman.

After the nurse left, Dalbert kissed my wound, which was wrapped in a bandage. "I hope you get well soon," Dalbert said and smiled at me.

That sweet, wide smile was obvious, but his gaze was blank. I realized there was no such thing as genuine love, it was all fake.

Dalbert holds the baby back.

"Look at how much he looks like you, Daisy, from the eyes to the eyebrows to the lips. Everything is just like you!" Dalbert said.

I smiled wryly, I clenched my fists. That baby doesn't look like me, not even one line. He is not my son, my son has died because of Dalbert.

"Yes, he looks a lot like me," I lied.

"But something terrible happened to our son," Dalbert said sadly.

"What?" I asked with a straight face.

"He suffers from a chromosomal defect or developmental delay," Dalbert replied.

"What do you mean, Dalbert? Isn't our baby fine? During my pregnancy check-ups, the doctor never spoke of it. How could that happen?" I asked irritably.

"I told you, Daisy, this is all fate. Your paralysis and our baby's illness are God's will. I hope you can accept it!" Replied Dalbert, handing the baby to me.

I held the baby, besides Dalbert's words disgusting me, I was also disgusted by the baby's face. The baby's face looked a lot like Gloria's.

"Besides that bad news, I also have other bad news. Because of the accident yesterday, your uterus was removed, Daisy. You can't have children anymore," Dalbert replied, bringing tears to my eyes.

Dalbert took the baby and placed it on the bed. Dalbert hugged me tightly, reassuring me that everything was okay.

"You just calm down. I promise I'll be with you forever."

"I'm paralyzed, Dalbert. I can't give you another child," I cried in his arms.

"I don't care, I will accept your flaws. I won't leave you, baby," Dalbert replied and kissed my forehead.

Dalbert ordered me to rest. Dalbert and I slept together on the hospital bed. He hugged me from behind.

I cried silently, the hug that once felt warm was now very hot and began to burn my heart. I quietly reach for my cell phone on the table. I started sending messages to my lawyer.

"Make me divorce papers, I'm going to separate from Dalbert. I hope it will be done by tomorrow!"

The next morning, I returned home. Since yesterday afternoon, Dalbert had gone home and brought the baby. He left me alone at the hospital, without coming back.

And now when I asked to go home, Dalbert ordered his driver to pick me up.

I arrived home and was greeted by my mother-in-law.

"What are you coming home for, Daisy?" My mother-in-law snapped sternly.

"What's wrong, Mom? This is my home, why can't I come back?" I asked irritably.

"Why would you come back if you're just giving your husband a hard time? Look at the condition you're in now, can you serve your husband well? My son doesn't have time for a lame woman like you, Daisy!" replied my mother-in-law, insulting me.

I was surprised to see my mother-in-law's attitude change. She used to flatter me as the perfect wife, but now she looked disgusted at me.

"Mom, I don't want to be paralyzed like this either," I replied with a sad face.

"That's your problem, Daisy. I'm asking you to divorce Dalbert immediately. And I heard that you can't have children anymore, because your uterus has been removed," my mother-in-law said, causing me to pause.

"How did you know about that?" I asked.

"Dalbert told me. See now what you would have given Dalbert? A child, you can never do that again. You've become trash, Daisy. My son is not a scavenger who keeps trash like you!" my mother-in-law snapped viciously.

My cheeks were now getting wet from the insults I'd never gotten in this family.

"Mom, I'm sorry about that. It all happened because of that car accident," I replied, sobbing.

"It's because you were too careless, Daisy. Even if you cry, I'll still ask Dalbert to divorce you. After all, I already have a replacement for you," my mother-in-law replied, smiling.

"What do you mean?" I asked with my heart beating fast.

"Just look inside!" replied my mother-in-law.

As I walked into my house, the sight again broke me. Gloria and Dalbert were sitting together on the sofa, they looked like a harmonious family.

So is this the reason why Dalbert hasn't visited me at the hospital since yesterday and today?

Their close proximity brought tears to my eyes.

"What are you two doing?" I asked, startling both of them.

"Daisy, are you back?" asked Dalbert, walking up to me.

Meanwhile, I was still staring at Gloria giving the baby milk.

"Sorry I couldn't pick you up earlier, our baby needs me," Dalbert replied while pushing my wheelchair. He brought me closer to the baby.

"So why is Gloria here?" I asked, looking at Gloria.

"After hearing the news that you had given birth, Gloria has returned, she came to see you," Dalbert replied.

"Thank you for your kindness, Gloria, but why are you breastfeeding my baby? And how dare you dress like that in front of my husband?" I asked with a sharp look.

"Daisy, don't be jealous! I helped breastfeed your baby because I heard you couldn't breastfeed," Gloria replied, leaving me speechless.

Gloria looked so innocent, she stabbed me in the back. They had both let me down.

"That's right, Daisy. The doctor said the medicine you're taking is making your milk not come out. So I asked Gloria for help because she happened to be here. She also just lost her baby," Dalbert replied.

"But that's not true, Dalbert. There is a formula, we can give it to you!" I said annoyed.

"You stupid woman, a mother would want the best milk for her child. Formula isn't that good, Daisy. What's wrong with it anyway? Gloria just wants to help you. Did you hear what Dalbert said? Gloria just lost her baby, where's your conscience, Daisy?" My mom snapped.

"I'm sorry, Daisy, if you're jealous. My intentions were good, I just came to see you and keep you company. I just wanted to experience what it's like to be a mom," Gloria replied.

"Never mind, Gloria, forgive Daisy. Maybe she's still shocked by her paralyzed legs!" My mother-in-law said, looking at me sharply. "Right, Daisy?" my mother-in-law asked again as she pinched my stomach right at the surgical site.

I nodded as I felt the pain.

"Oh yes, Daisy, I want to give Gloria some jewelry for helping look after our daughter since yesterday. Is that okay?" Dalbert asked me.

My heart aches when I realize that Gloria has been in this house since yesterday.

"No need, Dalbert. You just let me hold your baby, and I'm happy," Gloria replied.

"It's okay, just accept the jewelry. Thank you for looking after my baby. Dalbert I need to go to my room, my head hurts," I said and left them all.

Now that I was in my room, I burst into tears remembering Dalbert's tender gaze towards Gloria. Then my mother-in-law, who had started being rude to me. They didn't notice me at all.

I started packing the clothes in my room; maybe I should really leave this house. What did I expect? In this house I won't get genuine love, I'll only get torture.

As I was packing my clothes, a box suddenly fell, making my head throb. Some photos were scattered on the floor, I got off the wheelchair with all my might.

My heart was beating fast, and my breath was running short as I looked at the wedding photo of Gloria and Dalbert. On the back of the photo was a number.

"Is this their wedding date?" I muttered with my eyes already starting to tear up. Apparently the week I got married to Dalbert, Gloria and Dalbert had gotten married first.

I took the photo as evidence of their betrayal. Suddenly I heard a noise mixed with thunderous laughter. I curiously searched for the source of the noise.

My wheelchair stopped when I saw a disgusting scene in the guest room. They were touching each other so intimately that it made my body feel hot. I was jealous, Dalbert had hurt me so much.

I was suddenly startled when someone pulled my wheelchair away.

"What are you doing, Daisy? Do you want to disturb your husband?" my mother-in-law asked.

I was shocked by my mother-in-law's words, she seemed to support Gloria and Dalbert's relationship.

"I'm not going to stand by and watch my husband make out with another woman," I said irritably.

"Then what do you want to do? Stop them? You won't be able to, Daisy. Dalbert has loved Gloria for a long time," my mother-in-law replied, making my body freeze.

"Did you know that Gloria was my husband's first wife?" I asked, feeling devastated.

"Of course, I know that Gloria is the first wife, and Dalbert and you are the second wife."

I clenched my fist, apparently their relationship was kept very neat. Starting from the family, even to social media. Everyone only knew I was Dalbert's first wife and only wife.

"Why are you guys so mean?" I cried.

"We're not evil, it's you who are too gullible. Maybe I agreed to your marriage because you brought good luck to our family. You made Dalbert more famous, even though he was just a movie director who had just set his foot in the entertainment world," my mother-in-law said, stroking my cheek gently. "But that was then, now you are useless. You should leave this family and don't take your baby with you!" my mother-in-law said again and slapped my cheek hard.

The hot slap made my right cheek throb.

"I'm leaving, and I don't want to take that deformed baby with me either. I will never touch or take care of that baby!" I said angrily.

My mother-in-law pushed my body, causing me to fall off the wheelchair. I hit my forehead on the table and felt an intense throbbing.

"Watch what you say, Daisy!"

"I said it right, Mom, that baby is deformed. He has physical defects; he will develop slowly. Has Dalbert told you yet?" I asked with a wry smile. I saw a drop of blood fall to the floor. It looked like I had cut my forehead.

"If that's the case, take your baby away. You and your baby will only be a burden to my son!" My mother-in-law said, and left me alone.

Apparently my mother-in-law didn't know about the baby. She didn't know that the baby belonged to Dalbert and Gloria. She didn't know about Gloria's pregnancy.

Everything I saw was starting to spin, but I couldn't give up. I had to be a strong woman. It was time for me to end it all. I went to get the divorce papers that I had drawn up.

Once the divorce papers were in my hands. Now I was staring at the rushing water of the river.

The divorce papers are in my hands, so will I live happily after this? I'm already ruined, I'm useless because both my legs are paralyzed. Then I can't have any more children.

Maybe if I leave, they'll all be happy, it's useless for me to live in this world.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Someone pulled my wheelchair so that I fell into his arms.

I looked at the man who helped me, his eyes looked very familiar to me. And to my surprise, he knew my name.

"Are you crazy? You want to end your life?" he asked. However, I remained silent. I was still trying to remember who he was.

"Daisy, what's wrong with you?" he asked, shaking my shoulder.

I snapped out of my reverie. "Who are you?" I mumbled.

"I'm Vincent," he replied.

I was shocked when I remembered that name. He was Vincent, someone who once loved me. He had repeatedly told me he loved me, but I kept rejecting him.

"Vincent, please help me sit in that wheelchair!" I said.

Vincent nodded, he helped me. Now I was sitting in the wheelchair.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you like this? Are you okay?" Vincent asked gently.

I cried at Vincent's concern. I told him what happened in my family. Starting from Dalbert's lies and crimes that caused me to be paralyzed and unable to have children anymore. Vincent hugged me, trying to calm me down.

"You bastard, Dalbert. I've always disliked seeing you with him. But you love him so much," Vincent said with an annoyed look.

"I know, Vincent, I'm so stupid," I replied tearfully.

"You have to pay him back, Daisy. So what do you want to do now, Daisy?" asked Vincent, taking my hand.

"I'm going to divorce Dalbert, and after that I don't know what I'm going to do. I won't have a place to live, I won't have a job," I replied tearfully.

"Haven't you been an actress for a very long time? Where did all your wealth go?" Vincent asked.

"I gave all my property to Dalbert. When we got married, we made an agreement that my property would be put together with his. He would manage everything as the head of the household. But I realized that I had been fooled. I'm so broken, I don't deserve to live in this world anymore," I replied, patting my tight chest.

"Don't hurt yourself, Daisy. You're not stupid; you're a good woman. They are the ones who have been mean to you. If you're willing, after you divorce Dalbert. You can temporarily stay at my house until you find a place to live!"

"Are your words true? What about your wife?" I asked, feeling awkward about living with Vincent.

"My words are true, there's no need to be afraid. I'm not married, and I don't have a girlfriend yet," Vincent replied.

I nodded, and Vincent drove me home. Tonight I'm going to end my relationship with Dalbert, I'm going to write off all my life that has anything to do with him.

I get off at the red light near my house. I ask Vincent to wait for me at a little distance from my house. I was afraid that people would find out about my departure. I wanted to disappear like the earth.

"Are you sure you're going alone?" asked Vincent, who had helped me to sit in the wheelchair.

"I'm sure," I replied with a nod.

"Alright, I'll wait for you here! If anything happens, please call me!" Vincent said.

I left after saying goodbye to Vincent. I arrived at the gate of my luxurious house. The gate opened, and I was surprised to see a crowd inside. Dalbert and Gloria greeted me.

"What's going on?" I asked them both.

I saw Gloria holding my baby with a beaming face.

"Welcome to the welcome party for Sean, our baby. Where have you been?" Dalbert asked me.

I paused as I heard everyone flattering Dalbert.

"See how lucky Mrs. Daisy is, Mr. Dalbert loves her very much."

"Mr. Dalbert is very loyal, if I were him, I would probably leave Lady Daisy and find another woman. What's the point of having such a useless wife?"

I clenched my fists, they spoke well of Dalbert. They all had no idea how mean Dalbert was to me. Dalbert's attention and demeanor at this party were all lies.

I looked at my mother-in-law, she was staring at me intently. Her flat, dour face looks unhappy when I arrive.

"Here's your baby, Daisy. Thank you for letting me hold him," Gloria said, handing the baby to me.

I take it, Dalbert pushes my wheelchair to get into the party. And just like that, the party to welcome my first baby was over.

During the party, Dalbert and Gloria were busy greeting their important guests. Dalbert ignored me, I looked like a maid with my ordinary-looking clothes, while Gloria was wearing a fancy dress.

It all looked like it was intentional, they wanted to see me humiliated.

"How are you, Daisy?" said Gloria, who was suddenly standing next to me.

I gave her a flat look.

"You crazy woman, take this child of yours. I'm not willing to look after your handicapped child!" I said angrily, handing Gloria the baby I had been looking after.

"Damn it, you're insulting my child," Gloria said, slapping my face.

I wanted to slap her back, but I couldn't stand up, so I picked up the glass containing the drink and poured it over her.

"That's payback for you, Gloria!" I said angrily.

"You're already paralyzed but still so arrogant. See if you're useful now? Who wants to live with you? You'll just be a burden to everyone, Daisy. Even if you become a bitch, no man would want to sleep with a paralyzed woman like you!" Gloria said with emphasis.

She seemed to be getting on my nerves. Gloria smiled slyly, she picked up a knife that was on the table. She cut her finger, making me roll my eyes.

"What are you doing, Gloria?" I asked in surprise.

"You'll see what happens," Gloria replied, and she suddenly fell to the floor. Then she put the baby on the floor.

"Why are you doing all this, Daisy? I'm sorry for making you jealous!" Gloria shouted, making my heart beat faster.

Everyone who was busy dancing earlier gathered around when they heard Gloria scream. So did Dalbert and my mother-in-law.

"Gloria, what's wrong with your fingers, and what's wrong with my baby on the floor?" asked Dalbert in surprise and picked up the baby. Gloria's watermelon was helped by my mother-in-law.

Gloria was crying so hard that I was confused and scared.

"Who did all this?" asked Dalbert with a flushed face.

"Sorry, Daisy. I had to tell Dalbert about my bad behavior," Gloria told me. "Daisy did it, Dalbert. She hurt my hand because she was jealous that I was holding the baby," Gloria said again, causing Dalbert to slap my cheek.

My cheeks felt so hot, Dalbert looked so angry with me.

"I didn't do it, Dalbert," I said irritably.

"Don't lie, Daisy, if you don't like me carrying your baby, just say so. Don't hurt my finger, you almost hurt your baby, he fell on the floor," Gloria said, which made my temper rise as I heard everyone talking about me as a bad woman.

"Dalbert You can't trust her, she insulted me, Dalbert. She said I was crippled and useless," I replied, looking hatefully at Gloria.

"I did talk like that, but it was all because Daisy insulted me first. She said that I couldn't give birth properly. She even said that I was bad luck, that every time I gave birth, my child would die," Gloria said, twisting the facts.

I was shocked, Gloria was really a crazy woman. She had the sympathy of many people, including my husband.

Dalbert hit me hard in the face. He had hurt me physically and mentally.

"Hurry up and apologize, Daisy, I'm ashamed to be your husband!" Dalbert said to me.

I shook my head, I wasn't wrong. I didn't want to apologize. But I was surprised when Dalbert kicked my wheelchair, and I fell. Dalbert handed the baby to my mother-in-law.

Meanwhile, my mother-in-law stepped forward and stepped on my fingers.

I winced in pain.

"This is because you dared to hurt Gloria, she is a good woman while you are a rotten woman!" my mother-in-law said as she held the baby.

And suddenly I was shocked to see Dalbert pick up a knife and start cutting my finger.

"I have to be fair, even though you're my wife, you've hurt someone else. I'm sorry, Daisy, that I did this," Dalbert said to me.

My finger had so many scratches, I tried with all my might to get back into the wheelchair. I left the party clutching my injured fingers.

I am now in Vincent's car. From Vincent's cell phone, I watched a shocked Dalbert as his bodyguard told him the bad news.

"Mr. Dalbert, I'm sorry Mrs. Daisy is missing. And I found these divorce papers!" said one of his bodyguards as he handed him a divorce certificate.