My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity.

To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me.

“Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!”

He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful.

When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground.

“Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?”

I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

1

“The crocodiles will tear me apart. Please can you let me out of here?”

No matter how humbly I pleaded, Harry Somerfield showed me no mercy.

Today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary. I had intentionally left work early to prepare a candlelight dinner.

But halfway through, he called to say he wanted to surprise me.

When I arrived at the location Harry mentioned, he cruelly tossed me into the crocodile pit.

It turned out that he was giving me a scare while giving his first love, Emily Milnes, a real surprise.

Seeing me struggling by the edge, Harry stretched out his arm to stop me from getting out.

He frowned at me, then pulled out a bundle of cash.

“The crocodiles are bred and they aren’t as fierce as wild ones. After you finish the live stream, I’ll give you the money, okay?”

I looked at Harry with bitterness. At that moment, he felt incredibly foreign to me.

I pointed to the crocodiles nearby. “If I really wanted money, I wouldn’t have stayed with you when you had nothing. Do you know how ferocious crocodiles are? I didn’t expect you would abandon your wife for another woman.”

Fearing my screams would reach the live stream, Harry hurriedly covered my mouth.

He pressed down hard, making it difficult for me to breathe.

At that moment, I only had one thought in mind. I had to escape.

But he didn’t want to give me a chance to struggle and forcefully pushed me into the pool.

As the viewer count for the live stream grew, many netizens argued about wanting to see the volunteer, which was me, take on a crocodile.

Emily laughed while replying to the comments, then affectionately linked her arm with Harry.

“Harry, look, everyone wants to see the crocodiles, but it seems like Hailey is too far away from them.”

Her implication was clear. She wanted me to fight the crocodiles to the death.

Seeing his beloved first love making a request, Harry quickly complied.

He threw all the bait beside me, and as the crocodiles sensed food, they hurried towards me.

Fortunately, because they weren’t wild crocodiles, they weren’t very aggressive toward humans.

But when faced with such animals, I was still scared.

Harry kept throwing bait around me, worried the crocodiles wouldn’t come close enough.

“We have other things to do later, can’t you hurry up and put on a good show?”

As the crocodile came closer, Emily’s live stream was suspended.

Harry looked at the warning notification that popped up and angrily threw the rest of the bait around me.

I used all my remaining strength to rush to the edge and begged him to get me out of there.

However, Harry looked down at me from above with cold eyes.

“Hailey Rane, I think you’re quite useless. Don’t you know how to put on a good show? Since you like slacking off so much, then you can just stay with the crocodiles.”

2

After I was rescued from the crocodile pit, I dragged my exhausted body back home.

The shock I experienced today had already surpassed human limits.

But when I returned home, I saw my beloved husband having a candlelight dinner with another woman.

This candlelight dinner was something I had specially prepared after getting off work early that day.

Emily took out her phone and snapped a photo of herself kissing Harry, then posted a celebratory message about reaching one million followers.

Watching their affectionate display at that moment made me feel like I was the punchline of a joke.

After finishing the candlelight dinner, Harry lovingly embraced Emily and headed to the bedroom on the second-floor.

As for what they were about to do next, it was well-known to everyone.

He looked at me with disdain as he passed by.

"Next time you cook, use less salt. Emily can't stand it. And don’t waste the leftover food. Remember to wash the dishes after you eat."

Tears filled my eyes as I looked at Harry.

All these years I dedicated to this family had turned into nothing more than free maid service in his eyes.

During the seven years of our marriage, I had given up all my social life.

I just wanted to provide him with a unique sense of warmth and security at home.

But my one-sided devotion had turned me into a doormat.

Over time, it made my love for Harry feel even more humble.

I still remembered the day Harry confessed his love to me.

Back then, he earnestly told me that he would love only me from then on.

He also promised that he would no longer keep in touch with his first love, Emily.

But promises only count when love was present. When he no longer loved me, the promises disappeared into thin air.

"Why did you and Emily eat the candlelight dinner I worked so hard to prepare? Not only did you eat it, but you also made me eat her leftovers. Do you think I'm a garbage can?"

At that moment, all the grievances I had suppressed for years exploded.

I tried hard to pull Emily off Harry.

"Hailey Rane, you're a complete psycho. If you're unhappy, come at me. Why bully Emily?"

Harry stood in front of Emily, hurriedly waving his hand to send her to the second-floor bedroom.

Once she left, Harry sighed helplessly.

He took my hand and sat down on the sofa. "You know about my history with Emily. We were each other’s first love, and we parted due to regrets. Now that she's in the media industry, I just want to help her. There are no other intentions."

I looked up at Harry. This was the first time in seven years of marriage that he had spoken to me so gently.

Yet it was still for another woman, and tears streamed down my face.

After all, he was my husband whom I loved deeply, and I still thought about giving him one more chance.

Seeing that my mood had improved, Harry's tone became less harsh than before.

"I swear, Emily and I are really just friends. I got a bit too emotional earlier. Don’t overthink it. We are a married couple. You need to trust me more. I promise I won’t treat you like this again, okay?"

I looked at Harry bitterly, holding onto the last bit of hope in my heart.

If he continued to keep in touch with Emily after tomorrow, then I would no longer love him.

3

The next morning, when I woke up, Harry had specially prepared breakfast.

He brought the breakfast to my side, his gaze falling on the corners of my eyes, and gently wiped my tears away.

"Don't cry so early in the morning. You won’t be pretty if you cry."

There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, but it lacked the love he had for Emily.

I had once loved those features of his, because back then, his eyes were filled with love for me.

But now, everything had changed.

Halfway through breakfast, Emily arrived with a tote bag.

Watching her familiar figure enter the Somerfield family's residence felt as if she were the true mistress of this home.

Emily naturally placed the bag on the table and then pulled out a chair to sit next to Harry.

The moment Harry saw her, the calmness in his eyes was instantly replaced by affection.

The fleeting emotion in his eyes pierced my heart.

He claimed to have feelings for me, yet maintained an intimate relationship with Emily.

But if he didn’t have feelings for me, yet he was willing to comfort me.

I desperately tried to suppress my emotions, trying not to explode in another argument with Harry.

When Emily noticed my gaze on her, a smug smile appeared on her face.

She opened her tote bag and presented the oat porridge to me.

"I have to thank Hailey for helping me with my live stream last time. Otherwise, Harry and I wouldn't have reached a million followers. I made this oat porridge myself early this morning, just to thank you, Hailey."

Her words struck my heart like a dagger.

I wanted to forget that Harry had thrown me into the crocodile pit.

But that incident lingered in my mind like a shadow that wouldn’t fade away.

After all, he was my husband whom I loved for seven years, and I always thought about giving him one more chance.

But was Emily trying to provoke me with her words?

After she finished speaking, Harry thoughtfully brought her a new set of cutlery from the kitchen.

Seeing his gentle and considerate demeanor, I realized he had never treated me this way. I had always cared for him.

I realized I had been the joke all along.

I set the cutlery aside and looked at Emily.

"Don’t you know Harry is married? Even if you’re friends, it’s not appropriate to be so intimate. Take your oat porridge away. I don’t want it."

Emily glanced at me, her attitude suddenly aggressive, and then pretended to be pitiful, hiding behind Harry.

Seeing his first love upset, Harry quickly pulled her into his embrace.

"Emily has never cooked for anyone before. She’s doing this for you, just have a bite. How can someone in their late 20s not understand basic social etiquette? Stop being so dramatic."

Watching him protect Emily made my heart sink.

Why was her little temperament seen as lively and cute, while my stance was deemed dramatic?

I threw the oat porridge she had handed me aside.

"Stop pretending. I don’t need your food, just leave!"

My hand hadn’t even touched her, but in the next moment, she suddenly cried out.

"Hailey, even if you hate me, you can’t intentionally burn me with the oat porridge!"

Harry hurriedly took Emily to the kitchen, repeatedly rinsing her hand with cold water.

Seeing the two of them together completely disappointed me.

It seemed our marriage really had no reason to continue.

I turned and walked to the bedroom, preparing to pack my things and leave, when Harry grabbed my sleeve.

"Stop trying to avoid things. I really don’t have the energy to comfort you. Emily’s hand is burned; hurry up and apologize!"

I looked at Emily's hand, which showed no sign of being burned by the porridge; it was clearly reddened from Harry's rinsing.

"If I said I didn’t burn her hand with the oat porridge, would you believe me?"

Harry's expression turned cold as he pushed me back forcefully.

"I’m pushing you to apologize to Emily. If you’re this stubborn again, then there’s really no need for this marriage to continue."

At that moment, when he pushed me to the ground, my body hit the corner of the table due to the momentum.

In the next instant, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and I instinctively curled up.

I sensed blood trickling from my abdomen and shouted his name.

"My lower abdomen hurts so much. Harry, take me to the hospital!"

But Harry didn’t look back at me and just left with Emily.

He then said, "If you don’t want to admit your mistakes, don’t use this as an excuse. Since you love to put on a show, you can stay down."

Before I completely lost consciousness, I used my last bit of strength to call for an ambulance.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

The doctor shook his head regretfully. "Ms. Rane, you’ve had a miscarriage."

The doctor’s words struck me like lightning.

I instinctively touched my flat abdomen, where a life had once grown, but it was gone now.

I closed my eyes to accept it all.

At that moment, Harry called.

His tone was impatient on the other end of the line. "I can forgive you for hurting Emily, but to make up for it, transfer 10 thousand dollars to my account. I want to take her out for some fresh air."

Harry's nonchalant words completely broke my heart.

"To think you can go travel with someone else right after losing your own child. Harry, you truly are one of a kind."