Chapter 1

My boyfriend was paralyzed for three years, and I served him with all my heart.

Until I found a lipstick print on the collar of his white shirt. He coldly proposed to break up: "Looking at the same face for twenty years, any man would get tired."

Next to him, a female classmate blushed, tidying her clothes, her eyes full of provocation.

I clutched the prenatal check-up report and turned to leave, but suddenly, a furious voice came from my belly:

"Mom, don't go! That lipstick mark was drawn by that woman with a pen while Dad was napping! He's just acting because he thinks he's useless and doesn't deserve you!"

Summer Linwood's POV

My boyfriend had been paralyzed for three years, and I had painstakingly cared for him for three years.

Until I saw a bright red lipstick print on the collar of his white shirt.

Before I could even question him, Ethan Stone looked at me with a cold face, his gaze not even lingering on me for a second.

"Summer Linwood, let's break up."

Standing next to him, his classmate, Vanessa Hayes, was blushing and tidying her slightly messy shirt collar, her eyes fixed on me with blatant provocation.

I clutched the scan results in my hand, my heart sinking.

"Twenty years of feelings, can't compare to her accompanying you for a few months?"

Ethan scoffed, his voice laced with disgust.

"Looking at the same face for twenty years, any man would get tired. I'm sick of seeing you now. Grab your things and leave."

"If you want to end this with dignity, fine."

I wasn't the type to cling on.

Even though my heart ached as if it were torn, I gritted my teeth and turned to leave. But just as my hand touched the doorknob,

A furious voice suddenly came from my belly.

"Mom! Don't go! Are you stupid? This old man is acting to deceive you!"

"That lipstick mark was drawn by that woman with a pen while my actual dad was napping!"

"Last night he was still calling your name in his dream. He woke up to find he was incontinent, felt like a useless person unworthy of you, so he wanted to act to drive you away!"

My footsteps stopped abruptly.

Who was talking?

There was no one around. Was it... a hallucination?

The voice grew more urgent, spewing information like a machine gun:

"Mom, you're the future billionaire's wife, and you're carrying me, the genius heir, in your belly!"

"This woman is a transmigrator! She knows Dad's legs will be cured and he'll become a billionaire, that's why she's here to cause trouble!"

"Mom, look back! Dad's hands are almost crushing the wheelchair armrests, he's crying!"

Transmigrator? Billionaire? Legs cured?

And... he's crying?

The flood of information instantly overwhelmed my sadness.

I stood frozen at the door, not pushing it open.

Behind me, Ethan's voice, strained to the breaking point, came through:

"Why aren't you leaving yet? Waiting for me to call security?"

Normally, I would have left long ago.

But now, the "bullet comments" in my head were still appearing wildly.

"He doesn't mean what he says!"

"Mom, don't back down! Turn around and tell him off! That woman wants you to make room for her, in her dreams!"

I took a deep breath, released the doorknob, and spun around abruptly.

Sure enough.

Ethan's eyes, which had just been ice-cold, were now red at the corners. The veins on his hands, resting on the wheelchair, bulged, his knuckles pale from overexertion.

Seeing me turn back, a flicker of obvious panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to look away, feigning composure.

I stared at the incriminating mark on his collar, sneered, and walked back to him in my heels.

"A breakup is fine."

I tossed my bag onto the sofa and sat directly opposite him.

"But this lipstick mark is too fake, Ethan. Your acting is really bad."