Chapter 1

On the fifth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband suddenly brought his mistress into the VIP postpartum suite.

He yanked off my blanket and forcibly exposed my engorged chest to the air.

"Her kid just got weaned and is throwing tantrums. You've got plenty of milk---hurry up and pump a bowl to feed him!"

He moved toward me with a breast pump without any regard, his eyes looking at me like I was a free dairy cow.

I desperately tried to cover my chest, but he pinned my wrists to the bed with a death grip.

His mistress stood beside him holding a bowl, smacking her lips with malicious intent.

"Summer, you're a mother now. Can't you even spare some milk? How can you bear to watch my child go hungry?"

In my panic, I grabbed the scalding hot chicken soup that had just been delivered to my bedside and threw it at them.

"Then have this bowl of soup too!"

"Murder!"

The boiling chicken soup, meat and all, hit her face. The greasy broth dripped down.

Ethan raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face without hesitation.

"Summer, are you insane?!"

My ears rang. I stared in disbelief at this man I'd been with for years.

"You dare hit me?"

Ethan's face was full of rage as he pointed at my nose and cursed.

"So what if I hit you? Look at what you've done!"

"Rose came here out of the goodness of her heart to see you. Fine, you won't give milk, but then you throw boiling water on her!"

"How can a woman be so vicious? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

Rose covered her face and rolled on the ground.

"Oh my face! It's ruined!"

"Ethan, your wife is too cruel. I just felt bad that my little Toby had no milk to drink!"

"She's so engorged---what's wrong with pumping out a little? It's not like we're asking her to die!"

"I think she just looks down on us poor relatives from the countryside. She despises us!"

Ethan grabbed my collar and yanked me up from the bed.

"Summer, get on your knees and apologize to Rose right now!"

"If you don't make Rose happy today, forget about finishing your postpartum recovery!"

I looked at him coldly.

"Ethan, did they inject progesterone shots into your brain?"

"I'm your wife. I just gave birth to your daughter five days ago!"

"You bring another woman into my room, forcibly strip my clothes, and want to feed my milk to a three-year-old?"

"You call that human behavior?"

Ethan showed no remorse.

"So what if he's three? Three-year-olds need nutrition too!"

"Your milk would just go to waste anyway. Might as well feed it to my nephew to boost his brain."

"Besides, Rose has doted on me since I was little. Without her, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"You married me, so you have to honor her with me. That's the rule of the Anderson family!"

I laughed bitterly.

"Honor her? With my breast milk?"

"Ethan, are you sick? If you're sick, go get treatment. Don't act crazy here!"

As I spoke, I reached for the call button by the bed.

Ethan was quick. He grabbed the cord and yanked it hard.

"Want to call for help? You think this isn't embarrassing enough? I'm the one who's embarrassed!"

"Let me tell you, Summer---today you're pumping that milk whether you like it or not!"

He turned to look at Rose, still playing dead on the floor.

"Rose, stop crying. Grab the breast pump."

"I'll hold her down, you pump it. We're bringing back a bowl for Toby no matter what."

Hearing this, Rose immediately scrambled up from the floor.

"Ethan really does care about me. Summer, don't take this the wrong way, but women are just milk-producing tools after having kids. Now that you're producing, who cares who drinks it?"

I struggled desperately, kicking and crawling toward the corner of the bed.

"Get away from me! Don't touch me!"

"This is illegal! I'm calling the police!"

Ethan pounced on me, his knee pressing hard on my freshly sutured abdomen.

"Call the police? Go ahead! Can the police stop a husband from having his wife pump milk?"

"You're just a selfish, poisonous woman who won't even make this small sacrifice!"

He pinned my hands down, twisting my arms behind my head.

Rose took the opportunity to lunge forward and rip open my hospital gown.