When We Meet Again, She's One Corpse and Three Lives Lost

Nine months into my pregnancy, my husband's first love, Evelyn, moved into our house under some pretext.

Every time she saw me, she would clutch her chest, feigning heartache.

My husband, Alexander, was convinced that I was deliberately flaunting my pregnancy to upset Evelyn.

"Evelyn is too weak to bear children! You're constantly showing off your baby bump in front of her to provoke her! Looks like you won't learn your lesson unless I teach you one!"

He ordered his men to lock me in the long-abandoned attic and forbade anyone from bringing me food.