The pregnant girl seemed provoked by my smile. She immediately changed her expression and slammed the table in anger.

"You can't have children. What's the point of holding onto Mrs. Scott's title?

"Dylan stopped loving you long ago. He just couldn't bear to dump you because you've been with him through the tough times!

"If you're smart, you'll file for divorce yourself. You can still get some money. Otherwise...

"I'll make sure you don't get a penny!" she said.

She was young, but her tone was quite arrogant.

I held back my pain and splashed the coffee in her face. Then I turned and walked away.

As I was about to leave, I heard the girl crying and complaining to Dylan on the phone.

I didn't know what was said on the other end of the line, but the girl cooed, "I knew you were the best."

I suddenly felt dazed.

Once upon a time, I had said something like that to Dylan too.

But now, things had changed.

The man once treasured me and couldn't bear to see me shed a tear.

But now, he was comforting another girl.

I quickened my pace. As soon as I sat in the car, I couldn't hold back. I collapsed on the steering wheel and sobbed.

I cried even harder than the day I was diagnosed with cancer.

Ten years of hard work, three years of marriage, all for someone else.

On second thought, maybe this wasn't so bad.

At least now, I could leave without any attachments.

In the evening, Dylan came back.

He brought my favorite pink roses and the strawberry cake I loved.

He apologized and admitted his mistake. He said that night with the girl was just a drunken mistake. It meant nothing to him.

He told me to rest assured. He would take care of everything.

I smiled understandingly. "The child is innocent," I said.

His dim eyes suddenly lit up with shock and joy.

"Olivia, you're willing to accept the child?" he asked.

What did that have to do with me?

I was about to die.

After I died, they could live happily as a family of three. How wonderful!

They say a man's ultimate dream is to be promoted, get rich, and have his wife die.

He was about to achieve all three.

Shouldn't I congratulate him in advance?

I generously allowed Dylan's lover to move into the villa. I arranged for the top care team to look after her needs.

I even advised Dylan to visit the girl more often. She needed care at this time, or she might develop prenatal depression.

Dylan looked serious and conflicted. He held my hand tightly. "Olivia, it's all for the child. When she gives birth, we'll take the baby and raise it. Then you'll be the mother," he said.

I smiled and nodded. "Whatever you say."

Watching his eager departure, I couldn't help but think, "Once the child is born and I'm gone, how will he feel when he recalls today?"