On Valentine’s Day, I fell in the restroom. But my husband said he couldn’t accompany me to the hospital as he was on a business trip.

As I was about to enter the operating room, I received a message from the airline’s exclusive Black Card members: [Dear Black Card member, thank you for booking our first-class family seat to the Sirie. Your points have been credited toward your total.]

As if struck by lightning, I sat up from the maternity exam bed. Just as I was about to send my assistant to check, a message suddenly popped up on her WhatsApp’s status.

[I thought I’d live my whole life in someone’s shadow. Thank you, husband, for giving my child and I a sweet night together as a family of three.]

The accompanying image showed two large hands holding a small one.

On one of the large hands was a Rolex watch, a Valentine’s Day gift I’d given my husband.

I couldn’t believe the girl I’d helped support and promoted to assistant was actually having an affair with my husband.

The doctor’s urgent words echoed in my ears. “Ms. Woods, if the surgery isn’t started now, the baby’s life will be in danger.”

“That’s perfect. Arrange an abortion for me.”

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Just as the doctor was about to wheel me in for a prenatal checkup, my phone vibrated several times.

[Dear Black Card holder, thank you for booking our first-class family seat to the Sirie. Your points have been added to your total.]

The message struck me like lightning.

I hadn’t booked a ticket to the Sirie and my child wasn’t even born yet, so why would they have booked a family seat?

Thinking the airline had made a mistake, I called them to inquire.

“Hello, ma’am. It’s indeed the points added to your Black Card. The passenger is a man named Rusty and…”

Before I could finish, the surgeon sternly advised, “Ms. Woods, you can’t delay any longer. Although it’s just a bump and no bleeding, you still need a thorough checkup.”

My heart was in turmoil.

I opened a WhatsApp, intending to ask my assistant, Harper, to check for me. Suddenly, a new post popped up on her WhatsApp’s status.

[I thought I’d live my whole life in someone’s shadow. Thank you, my husband, for giving my child and I a sweet night as a family of three.]

The accompanying image showed two large hands holding a small one.

But before I could even look at it for a second, the post was deleted.

In an instant, I couldn’t even see her previous posts. But even so, I could still clearly see one of the hands.

On one of the wrists was a Rolex watch, a gift I’d given my husband for Valentine’s Day.

Just because my husband, Rusty, had said his wrist was empty, I pulled strings, spent all my savings and sent someone to buy this limited-edition Rolex.

This sudden news still left me a little unbelievable.

I immediately called my husband. My heart was pounding with panic.

The other end answered quickly. “Wife? What’s wrong? I’m about to take off. I’ll call you after landing.”

He hung up hastily before I could finish. But I could still hear a familiar female voice in the quiet first-class cabin, soothing the child.

“Harmony! Don’t disturb Daddy on the phone!”

My heart sank. I quickly called my assistant, Harper, but she didn’t answer for a long time.

The next second, the airline message came back.

[Thank you, Mr. Rusty, Ms. Harper. Harmony is on this flight. Wishing you and your happy family of three a pleasant journey.]

My eyes widened at the news.

I couldn’t believe that Harper, the person I’d supported all along, who had been promoted to assistant, had been having an affair with my husband behind my back.

“Ms. Woods, if we don’t start the surgery now, the child’s life will be in danger.”

I smiled woodenly. “Just in time, schedule an abortion for me.”

After returning home from the surgery, feeling the hollowness in my belly, my heart sank.

This child should have been born as my husband and I had hoped.

But now, Rusty had betrayed everything.

He was ecstatic upon learning I was pregnant, shouting with excitement on the streets of Asterum. It was him who promised to treat me and our baby with the utmost care for the rest of our lives. That was why I, already terrified of pregnancy, willingly carried his child.

But now, he was unworthy.

I dispatched a private investigator to fly overnight to the Sirie, where my husband and Harper were.

Looking at the photos the private investigator sent back, my heart sank.

My husband was holding a little girl about three years old in his arms, with Harper smiling brightly as he held her hand by his side.

The Maybach I had given him on our honeymoon to the Sirie was parked quietly there. It wasn’t the only car I’d sent him in the Sirie, but he’d chosen this license plate with a special meaning.

The 520 license plate he’d paid so much for was now glaring.

He’d insisted on getting this license plate, no matter the cost and he’d personally promised that this car would be his exclusive vehicle for picking up his wife.

Now, he was riding in this car with another woman and her child.

My heart ached uncontrollably.

Soon after, my husband took Harper to live in the Sirie water villa I’d bought.

At night, the villa’s smart butler was summoned several times. Having spent our honeymoon there, I naturally knew what this meant.

I suppressed my anger again and called Rusty. It took a long time for the call to connect.

Then I heard Rusty’s faint gasps. “Honey? What’s wrong?”

“Where are you?”

“On a business trip.”

My voice dropped. “Really? But I received a message from the airline about flights to the Sirie. You’re going to the Sirie on a business trip?”

Rusty was visibly taken aback, then a hint of panic.

“Honey, listen to me. I’m here to give you a surprise. You’ve been feeling down these past few days because of your pregnancy, so I thought I’d pick you up after I finished decorating.”

I laughed out loud at his clumsy lie.

“Rusty, have you forgotten that I own this water house?”

As soon as I said that, he unexpectedly got angry. “Sadie, I know you’re angry because I didn’t go to the hospital with you, but we’ve been married for so many years and you’re just speculating about me? Is that how you trust me?!”

Hearing that, I laughed in anger. “Rusty, stop playing the villain and tell Harper that she’s fired. As for you, when you’re done, come back and get a divorce.”

With that, I hung up.

I looked at the DNA report the private investigator had sent me.

When I saw that the child, named Harmony, was 99.99% identical to Harper and Rusty, I quickly jumped out of bed and retched over the toilet.

Rusty and I had been married for two years, yet he and Harper had a three-year-old child.

Rusty rushed home overnight.

When I opened the door, Harper stood beside him with teary eyes.

I frowned and was about to close the door, but Rusty barged in. “Sadie! Listen to me! It’s not as what you think.”

Harper cried, “Yes, Sadie! It’s really not what you think!”

“It’s true that Harper and I flew to the Sirie yesterday, but I did it because she is your closest assistant. She knows your preferences and I just wanted to have an extra hand to help you prepare a surprise.”

“Yes! That’s exactly what happened, Sadie! It’s only because of you that I was able to gain Mr. Andrus’s attention and experience the beauty of the Sirie.”

Listening to their echoing words, I felt incredibly irritated.

Suddenly, Harper knelt down in front of me. She was crying so hard that I felt even more pity.

“Sadie! I can’t lose this job. You’ve been the one who’s funded my studies so far. You should know my family’s financial situation. If I lose my job, my gambling-addicted father will definitely beat me to death!”

Rusty frowned in dismay. “Sadie, this is just a misunderstanding. Are you going to give up the assistant you’ve spent so much time and effort training because of a misunderstanding?”

Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh. But my heart ached. I could even give up my own flesh and blood, so how could I say anything about Harper?

If I could train Harper, I could train even more outstanding talents.

“Yes, Sadie, I’ve been handling the company’s core secrets with you. Are you really confident in kicking me out like this? Are you threatening me?”

Seeing my expression change, Harper’s tears flowed even harder.

“No, I didn’t.” She looked up at Rusty pitifully. “Mr. Andrus, that’s not what I meant.”

Harper suddenly fell to the side, revealing her scarred knees. She glanced at me subconsciously and quickly lowered her skirt.

Rusty’s face was filled with pity as he pulled her to her feet.

“Okay, Sadie, Harper has apologized. It was just a misunderstanding. Why make such a fuss?”

“A misunderstanding?”

I threw the photo the private investigator had taken in his face.

“Holding hands? A misunderstanding? Harper, do you dare show me your WhatsApp’s status?”

Harper’s face paled at my words. Rusty, too, looked incredibly embarrassed when he saw the photo I had thrown at him.

I forced myself to calm down.

“Is there anything else to explain? That water house has 24-hour, all-around surveillance footage. Do you want me to show it to you two?”

Harper and Rusty’s faces were completely panicked. And my heart ached.

In reality, there were no surveillance cameras in the water house. I had lied to them to test them. But now, the panic on their faces betrayed them both.

Looking at the man I’d deeply loved for two years, I smiled with disappointment.

“Rusty, let’s get a divorce.”

Hearing my words, Rusty, still stunned, instantly exploded. His eyes were bloodshot and he grabbed my neck, pushing me against the wall.

“Divorce? Sadie, how dare you talk about divorce!”

Rusty calmed down and pushed me away.

“Sadie, stop being unreasonable.”