Chapter 3

At those words, the entire venue was shocked again. Even Adrian hadn't expected me to say that.

"Olivia, think carefully. If you don't want this child, we're getting divorced right now!"

He dared to manipulate me like this because he was certain I loved him so much I couldn't leave.

Five years ago, I was also a college student like Cynthia—young and vibrant.

During a routine gynecological checkup, I was attracted to the handsome Adrian.

From that moment, I pursued him relentlessly. Even after graduation, I still hadn't melted that cold iceberg.

The last time we met, I told him I was moving north for work. Adrian panicked for the first time.

That night he accepted my confession. We smoothly fell in love and got married.

Everything seemed like a fairy tale, falling perfectly into place. The only pain in my heart all these years was not having children.

My mother-in-law forced me to drink all kinds of remedies, tormenting me for five whole years.

I never imagined that for five years, my own husband had been giving me birth control pills.

He made me endure years of humiliation for not being able to conceive, living in constant self-blame.

But now, I'd given birth to a child, yet the child didn't carry my blood. How ironic!

I took off my dress on the spot, removed my wedding ring and threw it away, then turned to leave.

"Adrian, you've overestimated how much I love you. A marriage like this isn't worth keeping."

Cynthia rushed to block my way, looking like she was about to cry. "Olivia, I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to interfere with your marriage. It's all my fault. Adrian and I just couldn't resist in the moment..."

"If it bothers you, I can stop seeing him. I won't visit the child either. Please don't divorce because of me."

As I examined Cynthia carefully, I suddenly recognized her as the high school student I'd sponsored years ago.

How ridiculous—the student I sponsored had climbed into my husband's bed.

"You're not afraid Adrian and I will divorce. You're afraid no one will take care of the child."

"After all, you still have school. If people found out you seduced a married man and had a child out of wedlock, you definitely couldn't continue your education."

"I wasted my money sponsoring your education. I raised an ungrateful wolf!"

Adrian rushed over and slapped me hard across the face, then pulled Cynthia into his arms.

"What are you talking about? Cynthia is innocent. If you have a problem, take it out on me. Don't even think about bullying her."

"I suggest you think carefully about whether you want this child. If you raise her, I'll let her call you mom too in the future. You and Cynthia can both be her mothers. But if you keep making a scene like this, don't expect to ever see her again!"

I took a deep breath. Ten months of pregnancy—flesh that fell from my body. How could I not feel the pain?

But no matter how much it hurt, I had to leave!

They'd been hurting me for so long. If I continued to endure, they'd only hurt me deeper.

"Threatening me? You should worry about yourself instead."

"One obstetrician performing illegal procedures, one college student seducing a married man—if today's video gets posted online, will you two even have the nerve to stay in LA?"

Adrian looked at me in disbelief. I didn't hesitate—I turned and left.

Suddenly, sharp pains shot through my abdomen. I looked down. Blood was streaming from my lower body.

I realized this was from my wound tearing due to emotional stress. I couldn't hold on and collapsed on the spot.