Chapter 1

On my wedding day, it was exposed that I was tied to the murder of my fiancé's father.

He publicly called off the wedding and placed the ring on my cousin's finger. I walked down the aisle, scorned by everyone.

The hundred billion CEO gave a villa as a dowry to marry me in public, blocking everyone's mouth.

Deeply moved, I accepted.

Three years later, I joyfully brought my ultrasound report to his office, only to overhear him talking with his close friend Jude and my cousin.

"Are you two betting on whose child it will be? I can't wait to see her reaction."

It turned out I was just a pawn in their game. Wiping away my tears, I called his business rival, "I have something you want and a million-dollar deal. Interested?"

Laughter filled the office, chilling me to the core.

"Finn really spoils me. The murder accusation was your doing. She always wanted to have a child with you, not knowing you swapped her fertility pills for birth control."

"If I weren't curious about whose child it would be, she wouldn't even have a chance to be a mother."

Finn adjusted his glasses, “Both have a 50% chance of winning. Maybe we should bet on who wins. The loser has to buy at least three villas on the most expensive land for Cora.”

Concerned about their pride, they agreed. Cora toyed with my private photos, sitting on the desk, laughing.

"I took these photos on the spot, can't wait to see her face when she finds out the truth."

Finn placed his glasses on the desk with a touch of malice. “No one lets her know!”

Cora, with a hint of jealousy, said, “Finn, feeling sorry for her?”

“Not quite, just afraid she'll abort once she knows, making the bet pointless,” Finn replied, engrossed in his papers. The photos annoyed him, so he tossed them precisely outside the door.

Quickly, I grabbed the photos and walked out. Everyone's gaze felt like I was exposed.

Back home, I downed a glass of strong liquor. The fiery taste hit my stomach, and tears streamed down. The words from the office replayed in my mind.

The day before the wedding, I received an anonymous package. The text and photos exposed my father as a murderer, with the victim being my fiancé's father.

After seeing it, he hugged me and said, "Let's not let the previous generation's matters affect us." But at the wedding, the screen showed the text and photos.

His abandonment turned me into an outcast.

Finn appeared, offering a villa's deed as a dowry to marry me, silencing everyone. He claimed he loved me and would never marry another if he couldn't marry me.

His determined gaze moved me. Now, I realize it was all part of their game.

No wonder, on the wedding day, Cora looked at me with that strange smile. She mocked my foolishness, proud to have me as her plaything.

I once endured bitter medicine hoping for his child. Every night, he handed me milk, and I drank it, unaware of the switch.

These three years of companionship were just Finn's act to gain my trust.

Familiar perfume enveloped me from behind, a hand resting on my belly. “I heard you went to the hospital today. Are you pregnant?”

Holding the glass I drank from, he said, “If you are, you shouldn't drink.”

Seeing my red eyes, he asked, “Who made my beloved wife cry? I'll teach them a lesson.” He wiped my tears carelessly.

He then asked the maid to remove all the alcohol, telling me to punish anyone I disliked. I shook my head; they were innocent.

But he had the maid taken to feed the tigers.