Chapter 3

I didn't respond.

Simon's face darkened, his tone slightly reproachful.

"Why did you come? Didn't I tell you to stay home and rest?"

My heart felt like it was being pierced by hundreds of needles.

I couldn't believe the man who had once excitedly helped me set up the nursery was now protecting another woman and speaking harshly to me.

Tears slid down my cheeks. I pressed my lips together hard before speaking.

"Simon, you said it yourself—those who betray deserve to die."

Simon's face turned ugly.

"Rachel, show some respect. Kelly and I just fool around a bit. You've gotten fat as a pig since you got pregnant. I've been forcing myself to sleep next to you in disgust—I've been good enough to you."

"Besides, everyone in our circle has mistresses. At least I'm planning to come back to the family after you give birth."

I touched my belly, feeling sad and angry.

After getting pregnant, I inevitably gained weight and swelled up. My legs swelled like carrots.

Leg cramps at midnight, tormented by morning sickness, unable to sleep night after night.

My once fair and delicate skin gradually became rough and sallow.

Simon went from being concerned at first to impatient, working overtime at the company every day.

Especially when he saw the ugly stretch marks on my belly, though his face showed nothing, his eyes held disgust.

For the child's sake, I pretended not to see his changes.

I kept thinking, things will get better after the baby is born.

But how could he use my suffering—while I was carrying his child—as capital to belittle me?

I shouldn't settle for a terrible man just for the child's sake.

"Simon, let's get divorced!"

Simon's haughty expression froze instantly. His tone was unquestionable.

"You're carrying my child. Where could you go if we divorce? As long as you two get along peacefully, you'll always be my wife."

Seeing my devastated expression, Simon softened his tone.

"Just be good and obedient. I promise the only children of the Brandy family will come from your belly."

Kelly twisted her waist, dissatisfied.

"Simon, don't make Rachel angry because of me. She's carrying your child!"

Simon pinched Kelly's slender waist.

"Every woman gives birth. Only she's so dramatic."

Watching the shameless couple flirting in front of me, I couldn't suppress the convulsions and nausea.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The contents of my stomach came up. Kelly and Simon, closest to me, bore the brunt.

Especially Kelly—the coat she was wearing was covered in the sour-smelling vomit. She looked pathetic.

Her eyes turned red as she threw off the coat and cursed.

"Bitch, did you do that on purpose?"

I was furious and slapped her across the face.

"Who are you calling a bitch!"

She flew into a rage and pushed me hard.

"Simon, you have to stand up for me. The clothes you gave me are ruined!"

A server brought hot towels to clean up the mess. Simon warned me.

"Rachel, that's enough."

The push threw me off balance. My heavy body fell hard to the floor.

With my bulky figure, my struggling attempts to get up looked ridiculous.

It made everyone present laugh and joke.

"Doesn't Rachel trying to get up look like a turtle?"

"A fat turtle! Hahaha."

My eyes stung. Before I could feel the humiliation, my belly started cramping painfully.

A warm flow gushed from below. I looked down.

The carpet beneath me was soaked through a large area.

Oh no...

I instinctively called to Simon for help.

"Honey, take me to the hospital quickly."

"My water broke..."