Chapter 4

I lived a life worse than a servant's in the villa.

Mopping floors, doing laundry, cleaning every corner.

Kieran and Iris performed scene after scene of their loving relationship right in front of me.

They kissed in the living room I'd just cleaned.

They shared dinner at the dining table I'd just polished.

Iris would deliberately spill red wine on the floor, then say with a laugh:

"Selena, please clean this up. Kieran says you mop floors the best."

I numbly did everything, but my abdomen often throbbed with dull pain.

Then I remembered—my period was almost two months late.

An absurd thought flashed through my mind.

I took advantage of going out to buy groceries and secretly went to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test.

When I saw those two clear red lines, my whole body went cold.

I was... pregnant.

I held the pregnancy test, sitting on the toilet, unable to move for a long time.

While I was in shock, Iris found me again.

She seemed to notice something was wrong. Her eyes swept over my flat stomach, a strange smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

"Miss Moore, why do you look so awful? Are you sick?"

As she spoke, she suddenly rushed toward me.

I instinctively backed away, but she slipped and rolled straight down the stairs.

"Ah!"

Before I could react, Kieran rushed out of the study.

He saw Iris at the bottom of the stairs and me standing at the top. His eyes turned bloodshot.

"Selena! What did you do to Iris!"

He rushed over like a madman and slapped me hard across the face.

I fell to the ground from the blow. Sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen.

A hot stream flowed from below.

"Kieran... my stomach hurts so much..." Iris cried from downstairs.

Kieran didn't even glance at me. He rushed downstairs, picked up Iris, and ran outside.

As he passed me, he stopped and said, his voice like ice:

"Selena, if anything happens to Iris or the baby in her belly, I'll make you and your dead mother pay with your lives!"

What did he say? Iris... was pregnant too?

I lay on the cold floor. Blood stained my dress.

I watched his back as he anxiously carried another woman away, and finally, I laughed.

I laughed and laughed, and then tears streamed down.

So he wasn't against having children. He just didn't want my child.

I remembered when we first got married, he'd held me and said:

"Lena, let's have a baby. One as beautiful as you."

Back then, the tenderness in his eyes could almost drown a person.

But now, it was all a joke.

The baby was gone. My mother was gone.

Selena, you truly have nothing left in this world.

I used my last bit of strength to crawl up from the floor and return to my room.

I took out the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago. As I signed my name, my hand didn't tremble at all.

Then I changed out of my blood-stained clothes, dragging my broken body, step by step, out of the White estate.

This time, I would never look back.

Kieran, goodbye.