Chapter 4

With all my remaining strength, I crawled to the bedside table, found the bracelet, and pressed the emergency button.

Consciousness completely faded, and I collapsed onto the cold floor.

When I next regained awareness, my nose was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

I immediately touched my abdomen, but it was flat.

Realizing I had lost my most precious treasure, I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

The doctor stood nearby, sighing regretfully.

"If she had been brought in earlier, perhaps the baby could have been saved."

This was the second time. This was the second time this had happened.

Liam, you are the real murderer.

A stranger by my bedside handed me a plane ticket, his voice respectful.

"Miss, your mother has arranged everything for you."

"Please be at the airport in three hours to depart for home."

My tears soaked into the pillow, and my phone chimed.

It was an unknown message.

The photo showed Liam, his left hand holding a little boy who bore a striking resemblance to him, and his right arm around a pregnant Stella.

If he weren't my husband, the scene would have been so warm and touching.

I screamed helplessly, tears streaming down my face.

The Liam who had once knelt and begged me to marry him, the Liam who had always prioritized me, was truly dead.

As the plane was about to take off, I dragged my weak body to complete the discharge process.

Standing at the entrance of my home, I heard a woman's cheerful laughter from inside.

I froze, my legs heavy as if filled with lead.

Pushing open the door, I saw Liam busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron.

Stella and her son were cozily watching TV on the sofa, smiling.

They looked like a happy couple, and I was the intruder, the outsider in this home.

Liam didn't notice my flat abdomen, or my pale face.

He simply glanced at me indifferently.

Stella smirked triumphantly, then feigned surprise, like a startled deer.

Liam, afraid I would bully his darling, rushed over with a ladle in hand.

"You hurt Stella, so I brought her home to take care of her, as an atonement for your sins."

I numbly nodded, all strength seemingly drained from my body.

Seeing my docile expression, Liam patted my head, satisfied.

"I stewed your favorite chicken soup. Go wash your hands quickly."

"Apologize properly to Stella, and we can put this whole incident behind us."

I said nothing, quietly returning to my room to collect my important documents.

Liam was attentively serving soup to Stella and her son, not sparing me a single glance.

I quietly walked out the door, and not a single soul noticed.

Childish laughter echoed from inside the house, and I could no longer control my grief, bursting into helpless tears.

The bodyguard stood not far away, silently waiting for me to finish crying, then escorted me all the way to the airport.

As the plane took off, I broke my SIM card, and threw away the rings, necklaces, and everything Liam had given me.

From then on, Liam and I would be strangers.