Chapter 1

My husband is often praised by our friends as the perfect husband.

Everyone says he adores me, cherishing me above all else.

That was until I went for my pregnancy check-up.

My cousin called him with a farewell message before she took her own life.

Without hesitation, he abandoned me, six months pregnant, and rushed off in a panic.

My mother hoped I would be generous and allow my husband to accompany my depressed cousin.

My brother reprimanded me, saying, "Sylvia pleaded for you to stay in this family; whatever she wants, you should give it to her!"

I found it absurd. I am your family, after all.

She's just an intruder taking what isn't hers.

But when I finally decided to give up on all of you, why did you regret it?

At the city hospital, I screamed hysterically at him: "Louis, if you leave today, we're done!"

Louis hesitated for a moment, then rushed back to embrace me, planting a kiss on my forehead.

Instinctively, I grabbed his hand, unwilling to let go.

He gently pushed my hand aside and whispered in my ear, "Honey, don't give it a second thought.

I'm just going to see her; I'll be right back."

Then he turned and ran off, leaving me alone, tears streaming down my face.

It's just sickening. He calls me "sweetheart" yet rushes off to meet another woman without a second thought.

Louis, we're truly finished. I will never forgive you.

Louis's mother came over, grasped my hand, and pleaded with me, "Hugh, could you be a bit more generous? Your sister is severely depressed; let Louis accompany her. I'm begging you!"

I felt as if a knife had been twisted in my heart.

My mother wants me to be generous, allowing my husband to accompany another woman.

Before I could recover, my brother Asher burst in from outside.

His first words were to scold me: "Zayne, can't you be more generous? Louis is just going to keep Sylvia company. What's your problem?"

"Besides, Sylvia was the one who pleaded for you to stay in this family. Whatever she wants, you should give it to her!"

I stumbled back, glancing at my mother, who avoided eye contact with me.

After reprimanding me, they hurriedly left.

My phone chimed with a WeChat notification. I opened it to find a message from Sonya: "Zayne, how does it feel to be abandoned again?"

"You shouldn't have come back to this family; that backwater town is your true home."

"I've said it before, this family can only have me. Everything here belongs to me, including Louis. Whenever I need them, they'll always choose me over you."

"If I were you, feeling so defeated, I don't know how I'd go on."

Her malicious texts left me numb.

From childhood to adulthood, I've never won against Sonya.

Since returning home, Sonya has sent multiple messages like this to provoke me.

I once showed my parents the vicious messages she sent, hoping they would see her true colors.

But they looked at me with disappointment.

"Zayne, don't use such malicious methods on Sylvia. You really disappoint us."

Later, I learned Sonya had already prepared for this.

She told my parents that I had recently developed a habit of editing photos to spread rumors about classmates, hoping they would advise me.

Turns out, trust can be unconditional, but not for me.

When did the real nightmare begin?

When we were little, our family went on a trip, and the tour bus got into an accident.

My mother instinctively protected my brother, while my father held onto Sonya.

They comforted their treasures, oblivious to me being muffled and kidnapped by traffickers.

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled desperately, unable to match the strength of an adult.

In my heart, I cried out: Mom, Dad, please! Just look back!

Your daughter is being stolen from you! Please, just look at me!

Before I fainted from the drug, I never saw them turn back even once.