"Giselle, if you still want to terminate the pregnancy, there's still time."

Doctor Sutherland had examined her and found out the extent of the cancer had spread. The baby in Giselle's womb was nearly three months old now. Over a month ago, when she first received the diagnosis, she had insisted on keeping the child and delayed cancer treatment.

Giselle gently placed a hand on her abdomen and asked, "If I terminate this pregnancy, do I have a chance of recovery?"

Doctor Sutherland nodded. "Yes. Your cancer hadn’t metastasized yet, so if we arrange the surgery soon, and with early treatment, you have at least a sixty percent chance of recovery."

Just then, Giselle’s phone vibrated with a new message. It was from Tracy. It contained an ultrasound report.

[Giselle, did you really think I was hospitalized because of an injury? I’m pregnant with Alex’s child. You and Alex have been together for ten years and yet you've never conceived a child but this baby of mine, Alex's been looking forward to it.]

Giselle looked at Tracy's pregnancy report and read it. Tracy was twelve weeks pregnant. Her child was actually one week older than hers.

Her fingers gripped the phone harder. Alex had been cheating on her and now Tracy was carrying his child. At that moment, Giselle knew that she could not keep her baby.

Even if she risked her life to bring this child into the world, Alex would never cherish it. Once a man changed his heart, the biological father would become a stepfather. She wouldn’t let her child suffer the same pain she had endured.

"Doctor Sutherland, please, schedule the procedure for me. Let me know the date, and I’ll be there."

"Alright, Giselle," the doctor said. "In the next few days, focus on strengthening your body. Your health indicators are still slightly below the threshold for surgery."

"I understand," Giselle answered.

When she left the hospital, she checked her phone. Her phone was full of messages from Alex.

[Giselle, didn’t you say you were making soup for Tracy?]

[Giselle, where are you?]

[You were never this unreasonable before]

[Giselle, you must understand that Tracy is my responsibility.]

There were tons of messages. Giselle scrolled to the top and saw Tracy's messages

[See how well Alex treats me, Giselle? I just mentioned craving soup, and you had to obediently make it for me. What does it matter that you and Alex are married? I’m not leaving him, and he can’t leave me or our baby.]

Giselle exhaled slowly. There was still much she needed to arrange. The first thing she had to do was to call her lawyer. She then took her phone and called him.

"Help me prepare the divorce papers and sell off all my assets," she instructed.

Her lawyer asked, "All of your assets, Miss Diaz?"

She confirmed, "Yes, all of them."

When Giselle returned home, she found Alex waiting, his expression dark with irritation.

He snapped at her, "Giselle, if you don’t want to take care of Tracy, I won’t force you but at least don’t make empty promises."

He stepped closer, his brows furrowed as he took in her pale complexion. He grasped her wrist. "What’s wrong with you?" he asked. His eyes filled with genuine concern for her.

Giselle looked up at the man she had once loved and said calmly, "I’m going to bed."

Alex’s face darkened instantly, his temper flared as he scolded her, "What did you just say?"

She turned to leave, but he grabbed her again, this time he forcefully pinned her against the wall. Then he tried to kiss her, but Giselle turned her head away.

"Alex," Giselle said. "Your Tracy is watching us."

Sure enough, as soon as she lifted her head, she saw Tracy standing on the second-floor stairs. Her pair of eyes looked at them with tears in them.

Giselle saw the change in Alex's face. He immediately let her go.

"Giselle," he said in a clipped tone, "I won’t hold this against you this time. If you don’t want to take care of Tracy, fine. Lea will do it. You just focus on preparing for the wedding."

Then he walked upstairs and gently supported Tracy.

"Alex, don’t be mad at Giselle," Tracy murmured sweetly. "After all she even let me stay in the bridal suite."

Tracy sobbed as she said, "I don't blame Giselle for not taking care of me."

Giselle watched as the scene unfolded before her.

Tracy stroked her stomach. This was so ironic.

So, Giselle returned to her room, and the house fell into silence.

She began packing her belongings. Anything related to her and Ales, she cut them up with scissors and threw them all into the trash bin.

All the photos that were treasured by Alex in the past had been causally placed in the corner by her when she went downstairs.

For all the time Alex used to coax Tracy, Giselle kept cutting those memories. So, when Alex finally entered the room, he was met with several large trash bags.

He stepped forward and reached his hands to embrace her.

Suddenly Giselle's cold voice rang out, "You reek of perfume."

Alex halted. He sniffed himself. The expression on his face shifted between frustration and guilt.

"Giselle, Tracy is only staying until the day before our wedding. Her family will come to pick her up then. Don’t worry. I’ve been having nightmares lately, dreaming that you disappear."

Alex pulled her into his arms and breathed in her scent at her nape.

However, Giselle could smell the strong waves of perfume. It made her stomach churn. She shoved him away, rushed to the bathroom, and retched without stopping.

Alex immediately rushed over and asked in a panic voice, "Giselle, did you eat something bad? You don’t need to diet, you know. You’re already the most beautiful bride."

Yet Giselle continued vomiting. Her eyes turned red. Was this the baby protesting because she had decided to let go? Its reaction was extreme. She had not felt any morning sickness for a long time. Why now?

Alex was growing anxious. "Giselle, let me take you to the hospital."

Giselle shook off his hand. Only after she had emptied her stomach did she finally feel a little better.

She refreshed herself and looked at him. "Don’t you get it? It’s the perfume on you that’s making me sick."

Alex's face darkened with anger. He snapped, "Giselle, Tracy is my sister, she is not some stranger! She wasn’t feeling well and kept crying, so was I supposed to ignore her?"

Giselle remained indifferent. "Get out." She no longer had the energy to argue with him.

When Alex glanced at the trash bags on the floor, his brows furrowed. He then said, "Giselle, if you don’t like some of your clothes, just leave them. If you want some new ones I can buy them for you."

Giselle said with a flat tone, "Tracy seems crying again. You'd better go to her."

Once he heard this, Alex immediately turned and rushed upstairs.

Giselle disposed of all three garbage bags that were filled with her and Alex's memories, including all of their photos. All of them had been cut up.

If Alex bothered to check the contents of those trash bags, he would realize just how determined she was this time.

The next morning, when Giselle stepped out of her room, she saw Alex and Tracy sitting together in the living room. It seemed Alex was in a much better mood.

"Giselle, come here and take a look. I had someone deliver a bunch of new clothes and handbags. You and Tracy can pick whatever you both like."

Tracy put down a bracelet she had been admiring and spoke in a soft, sweet voice. "Alex, let Giselle choose first. I’ll be more sensible in the future."

Alex walked toward Giselle and took her hand. "I already lectured Tracy last night. I told her she has to treat you with respect."

When she heard the word "respect", Giselle said, "Alex, these bags and clothes are in pink, the kind that only young girls would like."

Alex's face stiffened. He excused, "I had my assistant pick a batch at random. If you don’t like them, I can have new ones sent over in an hour, if needed. It's very fast."

Giselle saw Tracy’s hand touching the handbag she had prepared for her wedding day.

"Giselle, can I not take anything else and just have this bag? I think it suits me perfectly. What do you think?" Tracy deliberately placed the bag on her lap and struck a pose just for Giselle to see.

"Look, Giselle, doesn’t it hide my belly perfectly like this?" The way she provoked her was as clear as a day.

Giselle took the bag from her. Then, with a single stroke of her finger, she dragged a sharp line across the leather and intentionally left a clear cut on the bag.

Seeing this, Alex's face turned gloomy.

Giselle placed the now damaged bag on Tracy's lap and said, "It's now a secondhand bag, so of course, you can have it."

Alex's face turned even colder.

Giselle continued calmly, " I don’t like other people touching my things. I even repulse of receiving something after someone else has already used it."

Alex suddenly felt an unsettling tightness in his chest. A trace of panic flickered in his eyes as he looked at Giselle.

Did she know something?

He had never felt his kind of scare in the past but at this moment, he did.

He quickly stepped forward and said, "Giselle, if you don’t like this bag, you can have it replaced. There are plenty more out there, you can pick whichever one you want."

Giselle looked at him indifferently. "I have things to do today. I won’t be home. You two can take your time choosing."

With that, she turned around and left. Instead of going to the company, she went to a lawyer's office.

"Miss Diaz, these are all your assets. Since you want to sell them quickly, the prices are slightly lower than usual," explained the lawyer.

Giselle glanced at the finalized numbers. All her property had been converted into cash. She then said, "That's fine."

She took the money and the divorce papers and left.

From a distance, she saw the massive Shaw Corporation building. It's giant screens still broadcasting the date of her upcoming wedding with Alex. They looked so happy.

She once believed it too.

Giselle then went to a photo studio. She handed over the two gigabytes of photos and videos Tracy had sent her and asked the owner to print them all.

The owner hesitated as he glanced at her gloomy face. It seemed he wanted to say something but he finally kept his silence.

***

Giselle took a large gift box and carefully put the divorce paper inside of it.

When she got home, her hand was carrying the gift box.

As soon as Alex saw the gift, his handsome face brightened with long-lost joy. "Is this for me, Giselle?"

Seeing him reach for it, Giselle handed it over to him and said, "It’s a gift for you and it must be open on our wedding day. Not before."

Alex’s eyes gleamed with happiness, and his face full of excitement. "Giselle, I know you’ve been upset with me these past few days. I’m sorry."

He took the gift and pulled her into an embrace. The moment he did, Giselle felt nauseous.

Just then, Tracy came downstairs, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Alex, why did Giselle only get you a gift? Why didn’t she get me anything?"

Alex replied in a gentle tone, "Tracy, this is my wedding gift."

Giselle said, "Alex, let's put the gif in the save.

Alex immediately agreed. His face was still beaming with joy as he carried it upstairs to store it away.

As soon as he left, Tracy’s expression shifted. Her previous playfulness vanished.

"Giselle, you’re really something. Even after everything, you’re still willing to be Alex’s wife." She sneered.

Giselle answered calmly, "Tracy, as long I am Alex's wife, you'll always be the other woman."

Tracy's face twisted in fury, but she quickly composed herself and gave a playful smile.

"Do you know what Alex said while you were out today? He said I should stay here as his ‘sister’ for now. Later, he plans to adopt my child under another name and raise it as yours. Giselle, can you believe it? You and Alex aren’t even married yet, and he’s already scheming to make you raise my child as your own. Oh, he said all his assets will eventually go to my baby. After all, you can’t have children. However, you ... you’ll raise mine like it’s your own. Isn’t that hilarious? Giselle, you should just hurry up and die. That way, Alex won’t have to keep plotting against you."