While waiting for the doctor, I scrolled through a local Reddit thread. [What’s the most thrilling thing you’ve ever done?] Among a sea of wholesome replies, a post bragging about being a mistress shot to the top. "Definitely training a woman-hater into my personal simp!" "There was this rich heiress who sponsored my college tuition but actually looked down on me. So after graduation, I joined her husband's company and hooked him." "The funniest part? Once, while we were hooking up, she came home early." "I left through the back door and 'forgot' to close the gate. Her daughter ran out to chase a ball and got hit by a car. Dead." "That stupid woman still thinks it was her fault. Karma." Three minutes ago, her latest reply appeared. "Admit it, you guys are just jealous my man is rich, hot, and great in bed!" "That idiot wife is at therapy again." "Her husband says her crying face annoys him. He's celebrating my birthday right now." Below was a photo of cutting a cake. I recognized the man's cufflink instantly. It was my husband. The "idiot" who invited the wolf into her home... Was me. Chapter 1 Facing the angry questions from netizens, the OP posted a photo wearing a jade bracelet. "I don't care about a marriage certificate. He only loves me." That jade bracelet was the finale item Lucas Vance bought for $3 million at an auction recently. Media praised him as a devoted husband. Buying gifts for his wife even on business trips. I smiled bitterly. Since Lily died in that car accident, Lucas hated me. He dragged me to her small memorial shrine countless times, eyes red with rage: "Sarah, why didn't you close the back gate?!" "You knew the road behind the fence is busy! You killed our daughter!" I bit my lip until it bled, silently accepting his blame. Because I hated myself too. Grief buried my memory. I couldn't remember if I closed the gate or not. And the broken surveillance camera couldn't tell the truth—because I forgot to call maintenance. Lucas made me kneel before Lily's shrine to repent every day. But in this torture, I found a little relief. Later, I knelt all day, refusing food and water. My body collapsed. Soon, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. After Lily died, I wanted to join her. But facing death, I hesitated. Lucas cursed me to die with our daughter. But when I slashed my wrist in a breakdown, he pressed the wound tight, begging me to live. I knew his love, and understood his hate. So I hid the cancer. I didn't want him to feel guilty for a dying woman. I used therapy as an excuse for my chemo appointments. I thought, if I survive, I'll fix our marriage. If not, I'll divorce him so he won't have to suffer another loss. But my retreat didn't win his heart back. Last week, our 8th anniversary. I still had hope. But the cancer pain hit. I hid in the bathroom, using the shower noise to mask my groans. When the pain passed, it was morning. The bed was cold. Since Lily died, Lucas never slept in our room. I never suspected cheating. I thought it was just grief. Now I realize how laughably confident I was. Tears fell uncontrollably. "Mrs. Vance? Are you okay?" The nurse asked worriedly. I wiped my tears. "Cancel all future chemo. Including today's." "But it's late-stage. Without treatment, you might not last a month." I smiled bitterly. "No more." One month is enough. I waited in the living room until 3 AM for Lucas. I used to think he was working late to numb his pain. In reality, he was sleeping in another woman's bed. Seeing me, Lucas frowned. "What are you doing here? Killing our daughter wasn't enough? Trying to scare me to death now?" Words like daggers. I heard them too many times. Before, I felt guilty. But I didn't kill Lily. Why should I pay for someone else's sin? "I didn't kill Lily..." Before I finished, Lucas choked me. "You have the nerve to mention her?" "If you closed the gate, she wouldn't have been hit!" Suffocation hit me like a tide. I pushed him away and rasped: "Lucas, I found out! Lily's death is related to Lyla!" His pupils shrank. He squeezed my neck harder. "What nonsense are you spouting? You think everyone is as evil as you?" Seeing him protect Lyla, the last spark of hope died. My stomach cramped violently. Cold sweat dripped. Just as I thought I would die, Lucas's finger brushed my face. He pulled back like he was burned. "Sarah, don't think dying is an escape!" "You will stay by my side and atone for life!" His phone buzzed on the coffee table. Lyla. He picked it up and walked away. I heard his gentle voice: "I hate her. Why would I touch her?" "Glad you like the bracelet. I'll take you to Paris for New Year's." I blinked back tears. Soon, my phone rang. Lyla. "Sarah, did Lucas fight with you again?" "Don't blame him. You did kill his daughter." "Oops, sorry. Don't take it to heart." No guilt in her sweet apology. She changed the topic. She was pregnant. About a month after Lily died. I suffered in hell for 200 days. Lucas moved on in 30. "Sarah, what if he doesn't like this baby?" I used to comfort her. Now I knew she was mocking me. Seeing my silence, she hung up. Then she posted an Instagram Story. Interlocked fingers. Caption: Someone promised to give me a home. Hope it comes soon. Lucas liked it instantly. Comment: Won't be long. I sat until dawn. Then I revised the divorce papers. Assets: All to Lucas. Changed to All to Sarah. I hired private investigators. Lucas noticed my change. After another late night, he exploded. "Sarah, do you know?" I looked up. I thought he knew Lyla was the murderer. But he said coldly: "I warn you. Don't target Lyla." "I won't let you hurt my second child!" "What about Lily?" I asked. He froze. Lyla called. "Lucas! Someone is following me!" "I'm scared! Save me!" Screams followed. Lucas dragged me to the car. He ran red lights, just like when I went into premature labor with Lily. Now, he was saving another woman. When we arrived, Lyla in pajamas rushed into his arms. "You're finally here!" Lucas wiped her tears and turned to the handcuffed men. "Who sent you?" The leader looked at me, then looked away guiltily. Lucas kicked him. "Speak! Or you're done in this city!" "It... it was your wife. She paid us to make Miss Lyla miscarry!" Lucas turned to me, eyes full of murder. "Sarah! I knew it!" He loomed over me. "Lily's death didn't teach you a lesson?" "How dare you hire thugs to scare a pregnant woman!" I endured the stomach pain. "I never wanted to hurt her baby." Lucas grabbed my phone. He shoved a transfer record in my face. "Explain this!" "If I say I don't know, will you believe me?" He smashed my phone. "Why should I believe you!" Lyla tugged his sleeve. "Forget it. Sarah didn't mean it." "I'm willing to let her raise the baby." "But I'm afraid..." She stopped, biting her lip. Everyone knew what she meant. She was afraid I'd kill her baby like I "killed" mine. Lucas gripped my jaw. "Admit it!" "I won't admit what I didn't do." He threw me to the ground. "Reflect in the basement!" "Don't come out until you admit your mistake!" Chapter 2 I was thrown into the basement like trash. Untreated wounds festered. High fever. Delirium. Three days without food. Stomach cancer tortured my insides. I hallucinated Lily. In her blood-stained princess dress, crying for Mom outside the fence. I reached out, grasping only air. The door opened. Lyla walked in, glowing with pregnancy. "Look at you. Pathetic." "You deserve this. Always showing off your happiness." "As for your daughter... bad luck. She died to make room for my son." Rage exploded. I slapped her pitiful face. Lucas rushed in. Lyla covered her face, weeping. "I just wanted to persuade her..." "She said my baby will die too..." Lucas glared at me. "Sarah, you are hopeless!" He ordered a whip. "Hit her as many times as she hit you!" Lyla grinned.
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