They Can Be on Their Knees, But My Wrath Won't Cease

I was so close to completing my mission—to give birth to the child of the primary affection target. The system had promised me that as long as I succeeded in delivering the baby, my mission would be considered complete, even if the affection values of all three targets had plummeted to zero.

But at seven months pregnant, my CEO husband stormed into the hospital and took me away.

My childhood best friend who pushed me onto the operating table with his own hands.

My parents stood outside, signing the consent forms without a second thought.