Chapter 1

When I, Olivia Pierce, was suffering from morning sickness, vomiting and diarrhea during my pregnancy, my husband, Noah Sinclair, and the nanny, Sophia Caldwell, hid in the storage room, whispering sweetly to each other.

Sophia was wearing my pajamas and spoke in a seductive tone.

"Mr. Sinclair, I also want to have your baby."

Noah's eyes darkened, his voice hoarse.

"You're still young. Pregnancy is too hard. I can't bear it."

I silently booked an abortion and a plane ticket to Eldoria after hearing all this.

After the abortion, I returned home, pale-faced.

The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a house full of gifts.

Noah lovingly hung a diamond necklace worth tens of millions of dollars around my neck.

"Sweetheart, you've worked hard with the pregnancy."

He gently helped me sit on the couch and expertly massaged my sore, swollen calves.

"I always go with you to every checkup, but this time you insisted I didn't need to. Look at you. You're so pale from exhaustion."

Up until now, he still thought I went for a checkup.

Noah and I were childhood sweethearts, from school to marriage.

Since I got pregnant, he treated it like a battle.

Instead of reading up on finance, he was studying pregnancy care in his study.

My morning sickness was severe, so he taught himself to cook, trying everything to get me to eat.

In three months, I lost more than 10 pounds, and Noah cried as he held me.

"Just one child. After that, I'll get a vasectomy!"

Noah loved me deeply, to the point that if science allowed it, he would have carried the baby for me.

But none of this stopped him from sending flirty text messages to Sophia one after another.

His excuse for learning to cook was nothing more than a way to spend time alone with Sophia.

Every night, after lulling me to sleep, he couldn't wait to slip into the nanny's room...

The next morning, after taking a shower to hide all traces, he would curl up next to me for a cozy nap.

He thought his actions were flawless, but I still saw the faint, ambiguous scratch marks on his back.

That night, I sat in silence, feeling numb.

The baby inside me seemed to sense my sadness and gave a gentle nudge in my palm.

At that moment, I overheard Noah trying to calm Sophia.

"Pregnancy is so tough. Once Olivia's baby is born, I'll have the child call you godmother."

In that instant, it felt as if the world stopped. Tears unknowingly rolled down my face, growing faster and faster.

Shaking, I opened my phone and booked the abortion.

I couldn't let my child be born into a loveless home.

That would be irresponsible to her.