That man proudly said, "This is my student. She is intelligent, eager to learn and diligently hardworking."
"I sincerely hope that, for my sake, none of you will make things difficult for her. She's come a long way from being a flower seller to where she is today, enduring countless hardships."
"Perhaps Eryn isn't outstanding or exceptionally brilliant, but in my eyes, she is the best. She is my greatest pride."
Aiden even admitted that Eryn's admission into this prestigious institution was partly due to his behind-the-scenes influence.
He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but he didn't care. He only hoped that Eryn would have a bright future.
Then, what about me? What was I? A joke?
I hid at home, crying night after night.
No matter how many times I turned over in bed, all I could see were those twisted, mocking faces around me.
Meanwhile, Aiden continued to take care of his irises.
He said casually, "Nina, haven't you figured it out yet? Your job, your reputation, your status, everything you have comes from me. Without me, you are nothing. I told you, Eryn won't threaten your position. Be sensible. Can't we just live our lives in peace?"
No! Absolutely not!
I couldn't stand it—having a husband who lived by my side day and night, yet kept thinking about another woman all the time.
I began to lose control. I screamed, shouted and became hysterical. I even launched an almost insane campaign to take revenge on this despicable couple.
When Aiden gave a speech, I replaced his slides with explicit photos of him and Eryn. When they were being interviewed, I rushed forward and exposed their sordid relationship.
I wrote countless complaint letters and filmed countless short videos documenting their actions. However, all my efforts earned me was a single document: a psychiatric evaluation report.
Aiden was too clever. He expertly guided me into a state of madness, then used videos of my outbursts as evidence. His intelligence, social standing and deep understanding of me meant he could destroy me effortlessly.
In the end, I got fired from my job, had my degree certificate revoked and was personally committed to a mental hospital by Aiden himself.
I tell this part calmly, but Sabrina's eyes are already red with tears. She sobbed and asked me, "What happened after that?"
After that, I found out I was nearly five months pregnant while still in the mental hospital.
When Aiden heard it, he came to take me home. The arrival of this child made him compromise.
He brought me back, held my hand and said, "Nina, I did make mistakes, but you shouldn't have caused such chaos either. Your parents' hair turned white overnight because of you. Now, whenever they go out, people point fingers and gossip about them. You're not young anymore. Can you please stop being so reckless?"
Then he placed my hand on my belly. "Think about this child. Think about your parents."
Tears slipped down into my palm. This time, I chose to cooperate.
After all these events, my heart was severely wounded and I was utterly drained. Every day, I felt like a zombie, spending my days in that flower-filled house, lost in thought.
Aiden would come home on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to be with me and give early education lessons to the baby in my belly. Yet on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, he was with Eryn, savoring the sweetness of their new relationship.
Ignoring his own stomach issues, he accompanied Eryn to try all the new, interesting, trendy food spots. Milk tea, coffee, hotpot, ice cream, whatever she liked, Aiden never refused.
This man, who once thought wasting ten minutes was a disgrace, now willingly sat through one boring romantic movie after another with her.
This man, who valued his career above all else, was now happily engaged in all kinds of childish things with his mistress.
