I did not know how much time had passed when I started speaking again. I spoke in a slow, calm tone.

“Don’t tell Michael about this. Not a single person is allowed to tell him.”

When I returned home, Rachel was already waiting there.

When she saw me, she swayed her hips and deliberately pushed her stomach out with a smug look on her face.

“You knew about me a long time ago, Evelyn, didn’t you?”

I silently studied her.

Her eyes were bright. Her skin was pale, and her body was gracefully slender. We were nothing alike.

After I learned of Rachel’s existence, I had someone investigate their relationship.

They had known each other long ago, but Rachel’s humble background made his mother believe she was unworthy of Michael.

After we married, at a banquet, Michael was maliciously drugged and mistook Rachel for me. The two of them had spent a night together.

Afterwards, to take responsibility for Rachel, Michael hid her away in a villa on the outskirts of the city.

That villa cost billions. If Michael was willing to spend that much on her, then her place in his heart could not be lower than mine.

My heart ached again.

She seemed to notice my reddened eyes and grew even more brazen.

“Evelyn, everyone in Salt City thinks Michael spoils his wife as if his life depends on it, but they don’t know that the object of his affection isn’t you, it’s me.

“He goes to great lengths every day to feed you abortion drugs so he won’t have children with you. Do you know why?”

She let out a laugh.

“Of course, it’s because I told him he could only have children with one woman in this life. It’s between me and you.

“You saw it yourself. In the end, he chose me.”

As she spoke, she showed me all the things Michael had given her.

“See? You only received the things I don’t like. You only deserve my leftovers.

“Michael said that as long as you can’t have children, his mother will get tired of you. When that happens, we’ll be together as we should be.”

Her words stabbed into my heart again and again, but I realized my heart was already still.

Michael truly was a fine husband.

I forced my trembling body still and sat on the sofa.

After a long time, I finally rasped out a reply.

“If that is the case, then I will respect your choice.”

I no longer cared about being Mrs. Anderson.

I no longer cared about Michael.

Not long after Rachel left, Michael sent me a message.

[Honey, I have to take a business trip for a few days. Stay home and wait for me. Love you.]

It seemed even God was helping me.

After I packed my bags, I planed to leave and go abroad.

Michael had perhaps long forgotten the words I once said to him.

“If one day I find out the love you give me isn’t unique, then I won’t want you.”

Just before I left, the hospital called.

“Ms. Jones, you forgot to take your miscarriage recovery medicine. Do you want us to deliver it to you?”

After pondering for a moment, I said, “Mm, deliver it to Michael’s place.”

It was best for him to see it. He had finally got what he wanted.