At five months, my already-formed baby was forcibly torn from my womb.

I could see the tiny outlines of his features. There wasn't a single part of him I hadn't pictured before, including a round little head and a delicate, upturned nose.

When Quilton saw the blood-covered fetus, he froze in place. He staggered forward a couple of steps, but Sally tugged on the hem of his suit.

Quilton shoved her off violently. "Didn't you say the prenatal report was fake? How could this be?"

"She used an AI deepfake software to deceive you! Don't you get it?" Sally shouted, clinging tightly to Quilton.

Then, she took out her phone, made a deepfake video of a pregnant woman being cut open, and uploaded a photo of me and the abductors. Soon, a hyper-realistic video appeared.

Several of the nearby guests chimed in. "It's true that top AI video creators nowadays can fake anything flawlessly."

The wedding guests erupted into an excited frenzy.

"So Mr. Fuller's ex is that kind of person. First, she aborts the baby, then tries to stop the wedding with tricks like this…"

Feeling utterly deceived, Quilton tossed all the decorations to the floor. He pointed furiously at me on-screen and said, "Even if you die, it has nothing to do with me.

"Did you really think I loved you for ten years? Truth is, I've always wanted to marry Sally. I've been with her since the first year of our marriage."

He gestured, and the assistant beside him began playing clips from the couple's past.

My eyes stung with every single clip that played.

So, they had already been together while I was still with him.

I remembered taking medicine every day back then, hoping for the day I could conceive Quilton's child—but now it all felt laughable.

He had been living it up with Sally the whole time.

Every night after I fell asleep, the two of them were out indulging in passion.

Quilton and Sally weren't doing anything outright, but I could see how they included their guests as props in their provocative performance on stage.

There was a kiss mark on the inner lining of Quilton's collar. Sally's neatly dressed figure sat on Quilton's lap, and there was an obvious flush at the tips of his ears.

"I was planning to keep this from you. You could've continued being Mrs. Fuller, but you just didn't know your place." Quilton sneered.

Tears streamed down my face, and my pain only seemed to fuel his excitement.

He cursed me viciously, his expression tinged with a sick sort of triumph.

The abductors gave up all hope of getting ransom money from Quilton. They began rummaging through my house and looked for anything of value.

In the end, they tore off a ruby pendant from around my neck. It was a token of love that Quilton had once given me.

Quilton's gaze froze on the pendant, and for a moment, I thought he was finally remembering our past.

But instead, he snapped viciously, "You think I'll fall for your tricks a second time?"

"Mr. Fuller, I'll give you one last chance. Are you going to save this woman or not?" the abductors asked angrily.

Quilton didn't answer them at all. He pulled the trembling Sally tighter into his arms and said to his assistant, "Turn off the feed. That woman's guts are all over the floor. I don't want it to frighten Sally."

To take revenge for not getting the ransom, the abductors had someone drag me to the wedding venue and shoved me off the second floor.

My once slightly bulging belly had long been emptied, slashed open in a cross, and my insides spilled to the floor. My face lay pressed against the floor.

When my eyes met Quilton's, his face turned ashen. It was as if his soul had just left his body.

Right before I lost consciousness, I heard someone shouting wildly beside my ear.