Eight months' pregnant, my husband—so-called CEO of the Sterling Corporation's Global Security Division—finally found time to accompany me to my prenatal checkup. But the moment we stepped into the hospital, his phone buzzed urgently. The caller ID flashed across the screen. Lucas, usually so composed, panicked instantly. "Honey, it's a Code Red. Another corporate saboteur has breached the perimeter. I... I'm sorry..." He was frantic, carrying that authoritative tone that left no room for argument. A hurried apology, and he was gone. Watching his car speed away, I crushed the prenatal form in my hand until my nails dug through the paper. I hailed a cab, my pregnant belly weighing me down, and spoke quickly: "Driver, follow that car." Ha. A Code Red saboteur? What a ridiculous lie. My father hadn't received any alerts. My father was the real CEO and the person in charge. My husband Lucas only helped my father manage a few branch companies because he married me. What kind of "urgent threat" could possibly require him? What could be so important? Something even more important than accompanying me to my prenatal checkup? I had to see exactly which "executive" was so desperate to summon him. The moment I said "catch him cheating," the driver hit the gas and caught up to Lucas's vehicle. I didn't know who Lucas was meeting, but my gut told me something was terribly wrong. To my surprise, after several turns, the car stopped at the gates of the Executive Estate. I exhaled in relief. At least it wasn't a hotel. This area housed luxury residences reserved for top Sterling Corporation executives. Lucas had been assigned a villa here too. Before my first pregnancy, I'd lived here briefly. The neighbors were all pleasant. But now, seeing luxury cars lined up at my front door... I was confused. Was today some important occasion? I approached to investigate, but the security guard stopped me: "Executive Estate. No unauthorized entry." I froze, then smiled politely. "I just entered a moment ago. I'm Mrs. Lucas—the Head of Security's wife." Unexpectedly, the guard looked at me with contempt. "Mr. Lucas's wife is Miss Selina. And you are? Do some research before you try to impersonate someone." In an instant, my body went rigid. Selina. That woman Lucas had hired as my living blood bank... I came to my senses and pushed past the guard, my pregnant belly leading the way as I rushed to the villa entrance. Inside the grand hall, I saw a sea of elegant guests—power players and elites, laughing and chatting. My usually reclusive mother-in-law, Martha, was uncharacteristically mingling with the crowd. And my husband, Lucas, was holding a baby in his arms, feeding it a bottle, smiling happily at the delicate woman beside him. That woman was Selina... My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand. I couldn't breathe. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. During my first pregnancy, Lucas had worried about my rare blood type causing complications during delivery. He'd searched the entire country to find me a living blood donor. That donor had been a struggling student named Selina. After I gave birth, he said he'd send her away. Out of sympathy, I let Selina stay on as a clerk at Sterling Security. I even had Lucas bring her supplements regularly. But I never imagined Lucas would cheat with her—and that he'd move her into this house. This villa was the home he'd carefully prepared for me after his promotion to Head of Security. But it was far from the hospital, so after I got pregnant again, Lucas insisted we move closer to the city hospital. I never thought it would become their "marital home." And they'd had a child... "Congratulations, Mr. Lucas! Your wife is so virtuous, and now you have a son. You're a true winner in life!" "Oh, Selina is so blessed to have found a husband who cherishes her like this. I'm so envious!" One of staff's wife patted Martha's hand, fawning over her. Martha's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked at Selina, bragging: "My Lucas is the lucky one to have married such a wonderful wife." Lucas, unbothered by the crowd, leaned close to Selina and whispered something in her ear. Selina blushed and smiled shyly, then raised her glass to the guests: "I was afraid that going public at the company would hurt Lucas's reputation, so we kept it private. Please don't mind." "Today is our son's 100-day-birthday celebration. Everyone, please drink—consider this our belated wedding toast." Seeing Selina handle the situation so gracefully, the guests smiled and offered their congratulations. "We wouldn't dare hold it against the Head of Security's wife! We just forgot to say congratulations on your marriage!" "I say, why not take this opportunity and have them act as bride and groom again? Let's see them drink from the unity cup!" Lucas's security team subordinates chimed in, and the banquet atmosphere reached a fever pitch. Selina bashfully tried to decline, but Lucas pulled her close by the waist and liftedked onto mine standing at the door. He shoved the woman in his arms away violently. Selina shrieked as red wine splashed all over her. "Evelyn..." I wiped the tears from my eyes, my pregnant belly leading the way as I stormed forward and slapped him across the face. "SLAP!" The crisp sound echoed through the hall, plunging the entire room into dead silence. "Lucas!" Selina's eyes rolled back as she lunged toward him, screaming at me hysterically: "Evelyn! How dare you—" "SLAP!" Another slap. Selina's face swelled instantly, and she stumbled backward into Lucas's arms, sobbing pitifully. I shook out my stinging palm. "Ser—" Lucas immediately reacted, shouting at me. "LUCAS!" But my voice was louder. I turned my head, glaring at him with ice-cold fury. "Is THIS your 'Code Red saboteur'?!"
Lucas was speechless. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. The crowd of executives and their families stood frozen, utterly clueless. In the suffocating silence, a baby's cry suddenly pierced the air, startling everyone. Martha rushed to take the baby and soothe it. Then she immediately turned on me, screaming: "Evelyn! You crazy bitch! You're already divorced—how dare you come here and harass my son! Get out before you offend someone important and end up in prison!" The Deputy Director's wife immediately joined in with a harsh rebuke: "Even if you're Mr. Lucas's ex-wife, you can't just assault people!!" Learning my identity, the hall erupted. The crowd began clamoring to have me locked up and taught a lesson. I frowned and grabbed Lucas by the collar, about to demand why I—his lawful wife—had suddenly become his "ex-wife." But Selina beat me to it, shrinking into Lucas's arms with tears in her eyes as she looked at me: "Sister Evelyn... Lucas already divorced you. Why are you still clinging to us...?" Her tears flowed freely. "It's all my fault. I'll give Lucas back to you, okay...?" Lucas's expression darkened. Suppressing his rage, he snarled at me: "Evelyn! I've told you—I won't reconcile with you! Stop harassing us!" "Get out while I still have patience! I don't have time to deal with you!" With a gesture from Lucas, several boygaurds rushed forward to forcibly remove me. As I struggled, I stumbled and crashed into Martha. But the moment I caught sight of the baby's face in her arms... I was struck by lightning. Because the child Martha was holding—the child supposedly belonging to Selina—was my firstborn son, Theodore, whom I'd labored seven hours to deliver! But my child had died three months ago. Lucas himself had cremated him— Lucas... My breath caught. A searing pain flooded my eyes. That bastard! He'd faked our child's death just to give him to Selina to raise! "Give me back my child! He's my Theodore!" My teeth ground together audibly. I snatched the baby from her arms, shoved Martha aside, and gently soothed the crying infant, tears streaming down my face. Selina suddenly panicked. Crying, she rushed forward to snatch the baby back. Her voice trembled: "Evelyn, he's not your child!" "I know Theodore died, and you were traumatized—you went mad. Even after the divorce, you insisted on clinging to Lucas to have another baby..." "I pitied you for losing your son, so I tolerated everything. But you can't steal my child!" "Please, let our family go... I'll divorce Lucas if you want, just give me back my baby!" Hearing this, Lucas's face twisted in pain. He gripped Selina's shoulders tightly and shouted: "Selina, I won't allow it!" "Divorce is out of the question. No one is tearing apart our family of three." "What about ME?!" I roared, cutting him off. Watching the two of them perform their tragic love scene, I pointed at my swollen pregnant belly and spoke to him word by word: "Lucas, I'm still carrying YOUR child. You cheated on me in front of my face and turned me into your 'ex-wife.' Don't you feel disgusted?!" His throat bobbed. He looked away, unable to meet my eyes. Selina's tears fell even harder, as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice in the world. She turned to the guests, sobbing: "I'm sorry, everyone. Evelyn is Lucas's ex-wife. After a difficult birth and losing her child, she went insane." "Later, she kept begging Lucas for another baby. When he refused, she... she went to thugs and criminals to... to get pregnant..." "Lucas, out of old affection, checked on her from time to time. But now she's trying to force him to claim another man's bastard child, and she's... she's trying to make us divorce..." This speech ignited the fury of everyone present. The socialites immediately jeered in disgust: "A crazy whore—she's got both titles covered! Someone get this lunatic out of here!" Cradling the baby in my arms, I let out a cold laugh. I was too angry to even be furious anymore. I looked at Selina, my gaze frozen into ice: "Who's the whore setting up her chastity arch, Selina? Don't you know?" "Need I remind you how much you sold each milliliter of your blood for?" "You took thirty million from me, then knelt at my feet, begging for a stable job. Wasn't that you?" Selina's face grew paler and paler with each word. But I wasn't finished. "What, Lucas's mistress allowance wasn't enough? So now you're smashing my rice bowl?" "You, a mistress, insisting on pretending to be the lady of the house—doesn't your face hurt from the swelling?" Before I could finish, someone violently shoved my pregnant belly, and I stumbled backward.
"YOU'RE the homewrecker destroying my son's family!" Martha's shrill scream echoed through the room. My back slammed hard against the wall. My abdomen cramped violently. The baby in my arms was ripped away and handed back to Selina. Immediately, the boyguards erupted in righteous indignation: "That's right! Everyone at Sterling Security knows Lucas and Selina are a couple!" "If it weren't for Selina providing intel, how could Lucas have solved so many major cases and gotten promoted so fast?" "You useless ex-wife only ever held Lucas back. YOU should be ashamed!" Providing intel? Solving cases? Getting promoted? Wasn't that all MY work for Lucas? He didn't just steal my identity—he handed all my accomplishments to Selina. To make her look good. Why?! "Exactly! Even if you're mentally ill, destroying a marriage is still illegal!" "You shameless slut, stop pretending to be Mrs. Lucas and dirtying our eyes! Mr. Lucas is merciful—if it were me, I'd have already..." The vicious insults continued relentlessly. And throughout this nightmare, I looked at the man standing off to the side, completely detached, looking down at me from his high perch. "Lucas." My voice was weak. "You tell them... How exactly did you become Head of Security?" Lucas's fingers clenched suddenly. He turned his head and looked at me coldly, a rare flash of hatred in his usually indifferent eyes. I laughed. "You said the frontline was too dangerous, that you didn't want to risk your life. You wanted to stay in the safe zones. I agreed." "After we got engaged, you said your rank was too low, that you weren't worthy of me. So I begged my father." "You said the cases were too complex, too hard to solve. I worked myself to exhaustion providing you with leads. And now you—" "ENOUGH!" Lucas roared. He strode forward and grabbed me by the throat, his eyes bloodshot and savage, screaming in my face: "You're lying! Everything I have, I earned myself! What does it have to do with a useless woman like you?!" My throat burned. The suffocating pressure made my vision go black. My face turned purple from the blood rushing to my head. But seeing my conviction, Lucas was suddenly enraged beyond reason. The executives and socialites seemed to glimpse something. They began whispering amongst themselves. Seeing this, a dark gleam flashed in Selina's eyes. Holding the baby, she suddenly dropped to her knees before me, crying tragically: "Evelyn, I've tolerated your delusional ramblings before." "But on an occasion like this, if you spread lies, you'll ruin Lucas's future!" "I'm begging you. I'll kowtow to you. Please stop this madness... please..." She crawled forward on her knees, clutching at my pant leg, about to slam her head against the floor. Lucas's eyes widened in alarm. The hand strangling my throat released. He crouched down to help her up. But in the next second, Selina grabbed my leg and flung herself backward. At the same time, she screamed: "AHH! Sister Evelyn, just kick me to death!" Before I could react, Lucas's hysterical slap came crashing down: "Evelyn! You ungrateful bitch!" My right cheek exploded in pain. I raised my hand to strike back, but Martha kicked me hard in the lower back. The moment I hit the ground, my stomach erupted in bone-deep agony. Bright red blood poured from between my legs. Within seconds, I was sitting in a pool of blood. I collapsed in the crimson puddle, my entire body wracked with unbearable pain, as if I were being torn apart. "My stomach... Lucas... it hurts..." Tears of blood streamed from my eyes. I reached out to him for help. But Martha's foot came down hard on my hand, crushing my bones: "Bitch! Stop faking! My son won't be threatened by you!" Tears blurred my vision. My lips trembled. "Lucas... I'm not faking... please... take me to the hospital..." But Lucas didn't even turn to look at me. He only carefully protected Selina, his voice cold and ruthless: "Enough! Evelyn, stop pretending. Apologize to Selina!" "Always using the baby as a weapon—do you think I'll believe you?!" As he spoke, Lucas turned back in fury. But the moment he saw the pool of blood beneath me... His disgust crumbled. A flicker of fear appeared in his eyes. Lucas knew my identity. He couldn't just stand by and watch. I locked eyes with his panicked gaze. Gritting my teeth through the pain tearing through my insides, I snarled at him: "Lucas! If anything happens to the baby in my stomach! You—the biological father—" "Will be the one who killed him!" "My father, my brother—they'll make your entire family pay with their lives! NOW! Take me to the hospital!"
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