Chapter 1

1 My boss's secretary, Jenny, was pregnant.

He brought her home for our ninth-anniversary dinner.

Casually, he instructed me, “The girl’s picky. No repeat meals for her.”

“She’s timid, needs someone to sleep with. Pack your things; move to the guest room.”

I didn’t respond, grabbed my pre-packed suitcase, and calmly walked towards the door.

The butler tried to stop me, but my boss sneered, “Let her make a fuss. She'll be crawling back in three days.”

Everyone laughed.

They bet a million dollars, right in front of me.

They bet I wouldn’t make it through the night, that I’d be begging to come back like a dog.

But they didn’t know the Maybach was waiting outside.

This time, I was really leaving.

...

As I was about to leave, my boss called out, “Sarah, leave your bracelet. Jenny’s been having nightmares.”

It was a heirloom from my parents.

Seeing my red eyes, he was indifferent, “Name your price.”

Nine years of a demeaning marriage, how much was that worth?

I didn't bother calculating.

I just knew that refusing to give Jenny my goggles at the ski resort last time resulted in me being stripped naked and left on a mountainside.

I took off the bracelet and put it on Jenny’s wrist.

“I wish you and your baby a safe and healthy life,” I said.

To my surprise, he offered a compromise, "Sarah, if you're obedient, my child will be your child."

As he finished, the bracelet slipped from Jenny's hand and shattered.

Seeing Jenny's cut leg, he scooped her up like a princess.

He sharply ordered the butler to call the family doctor.

His anxiousness amused everyone, who looked at me with laughter.

It wasn't just them; I found it funny too.

Last night, when I had a heart attack, he was heading out to watch meteor shower with Jenny.

Even as I foamed at the mouth and collapsed, he calmly stepped over me.

Before I lost consciousness, I heard him tell the butler, “Sanitize the entire living room. Jenny can’t smell anything foul tomorrow.”

Gripping my suitcase handle, I turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist, "Apologize."

"Wh―"

Before I could finish, he dragged me to kneel before Jenny.

My knees scraped against the broken jade, staining the white floor red.

Seeing the blood, he let go with disgust.

“You broke Jenny’s bracelet and hurt her. Shouldn’t you say sorry?”

After marrying him, "sorry" became my catchphrase.

The soup was too bland, sorry.

Disturbing him with a message, worried he’d be hungover, sorry.

Accidentally seeing Jenny’s hotel reservation text, invading privacy, deeply sorry…

Biting back the blood in my mouth, I resigned myself and stood up.

I bowed 180 degrees to Jenny three times, then looked at him blankly.

"Is that enough?" I quietly asked.

Seeing the blood on my lip, his chest visibly rose and fell, "Sarah, your influential grandfather isn't here. Who are you putting on this pathetic show for?"

Before I could answer, the doctor arrived.

Pushing me aside, he led the doctor to Jenny.

While his attention was fully on Jenny, I quickly left.

As I stepped outside, I heard the beep, beep of car horns.

Seeing the silver car outside the gate, I hurried.

But before the gate opened, two bodyguards appeared and forcibly brought me back.

In the study, he tied me up.

He ordered them to use a needle as thick as a forearm and inject it into my arm.

Through the half-open door, I heard the doctor say, “Mr. Smith, both Mrs. Smith and Ms. Jenny have RH negative blood, but Mrs. Smith has a history of heart disease. Forcing a blood transfusion could cause acute shock. I think we should go to the hospital first...”

"No need to persuade me," he coldly said. "Your only task is to get Jenny healthy. I'll handle the rest."

Hearing his approaching footsteps, I closed my eyes.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, unusually comforting. "Bear with it, it'll be over soon."

I turned my head, too tired to bother.

After eight hundred milliliters of blood were drawn, my lips turned purple.

Jenny coughed.

He immediately stopped the doctor, demanding double the amount.

The doctor, sweating profusely, warned that I could die.

After a two-second hesitation, he said, "Jenny is pregnant. The pregnant woman comes first."

"But…"

I interrupted the doctor, "Draw it, let me leave after."

Looking at my pale face, he glared, his mouth agape.

He was about to ask if I was finished making a scene, if I really wanted to leave over a little thing, when Jenny whined, "Ethan~"

Immediately captivating him.