The night before my wedding, my mother died on a cliff.
My fiancé, Daniel Chalamet, held me in his arms, devastated and promised to help me find the real killer.
Three years later, when I got my pregnancy test results, the doctor mentioned something about my father's heart.
Excited, I rushed to the hospital, only to find him wrapped up in the arms of his first love, Jennifer Portman.
"Don't worry. I heard the hospital has a matching heart. I'll talk to the doctor and make sure it goes to Rihanna first."
"But hasn't that heart already been promised to Natalie Gadot’s father? She'll be upset if she finds out."
Daniel’s voice was cold. "So what? Three years ago, we used her child's heart and kidney to save your father. This time, we’re just taking another heart. It’s no big deal."
"And don’t worry about her mother’s death. I’ve destroyed the evidence for you. She won’t trace it back to you."
It turned out that they were responsible for the deaths of my mother and child three years ago.
And now, Daniel was trying to steal my father’s heart to save their child.
I pulled out my phone and called Daniel’s sworn enemy.
"I want to ruin my reputation with Daniel and Jennifer. Can you help me?"
"You’ve finally figured it out. I told you from the start that Daniel wasn’t a good person. You’d regret it one day. So, are you thinking of divorcing him and marrying me?"
I looked at the man in front of me, being so gentle with Jennifer Portman, then lowered my head and gave a bitter smile.
"I'll marry you, but only if you help me find a new heart source. If you find one today, I'll fly over and marry you tomorrow."
"Give me a week. Just don’t forget to come see me then."
Before hanging up, I added softly, "But I just found out... I’m one month pregnant. I plan to leave him and keep the child."
The other end didn’t hesitate. "It’s just one child. I can afford it."
I had already taken the pregnancy test three days ago.
Before heading to the hospital, I had wanted to go with Daniel to share the surprise. But he rushed off, saying he had work to do.
Now it seemed clear—he must have gone to be with Jennifer and their child.
Daniel’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was the doctor calling.
He leaned in, gently kissing Jennifer. “Wait here. I’m going to speak with the doctor about my heart.”
As Daniel’s figure slowly disappeared, Jennifer put away her pitiful expression and turned toward the stairwell where I was.
“How pathetic. Three years of marriage and all you can do is hide in the shadows, watching someone else’s happiness.”
I snorted coldly and replied calmly, “Isn’t the real pity you? You gave him a child, yet he didn't give you any status. As long as I stay, the position of Mrs. Chalamet will always be mine."
My words hit Jennifer hard. Her face twisted in anger.
"Daniel has always loved me. You’re the one who shamelessly stole the position of Mrs. Chalamet."
“Daniel and I were each other’s first love. We swore we’d grow old together. Natalie, you’re the one who came between us.”
A sharp pain tore through my chest.
Instinctively, I raised a hand to clutch my heart, the prenatal checkup report slipping from my fingers.
Jennifer bent down to pick it up. The moment she saw I was a month pregnant, her expression twisted even further.
“Natalie, I can’t believe you’re pregnant again. You heard what Daniel just said. Your first child died to donate organs to my father.”
“But that’s not the only reason. Want to know the rest?”
Seeing my serious expression, Jennifer finally laughed.
She spoke with a strange pride. "Daniel promised me that even if he married you, his child would still be mine. So, what do you think would happen if he found out you're pregnant again?"
I knew she was trying to drive a wedge between me and Daniel. But right then, I didn’t care. I raised my hand and slapped her.
The blow wasn’t strong, but in the next second, Jennifer clutched her face and crashed to the ground.
At the same time, her pitiful voice echoed through the stairwell.
"Natalie, I don’t know what I said to upset you. Can you tell me why you hit me and pushed me?"
Tears rolled down her face right on cue. I let out a cold snort when I saw her expression. I was just about to mock her when I heard Daniel’s cold voice.
He frowned and asked, "Why are you here? Why can’t you just say something decent? Why hit someone? Natalie, what happened to you?"
I couldn’t understand why Daniel was always so blindly biased. I opened my mouth to speak, but Jennifer quickly grabbed his arm.
As if trying to hold back her sadness, she said, "Daniel, Natalie must have her reasons. I shouldn’t have taken up your time. As long as she calms down, she can hit me however she wants."
As expected, the next second, Daniel looked at her with concern.
"No matter what, she shouldn’t have hit anyone. This is Natalie’s fault. I’ll make things right for you."
As he spoke, Daniel reached out and firmly grabbed my shoulder. "Jennifer, fight back."
I stared at him in disbelief, then replied coldly, "I’m pregnant. Are you sure you want her to hit me?"
I picked up the report from the floor and threw it at Daniel.
But he didn’t even glance at it. Instead, he reached out and ripped it apart. "What’s your plan here? If you do something wrong, you have to face the consequences..."
Before he could finish, Jennifer whispered, "Daniel, why don’t you just let it go this time? Maybe Natalie’s just in a bad mood. I really can’t bring myself to do it."
Daniel said gently, "You're too nice and that's why people take advantage of you. If you don't stand up for yourself now, it'll happen again."
With that, Daniel grabbed Jennifer's hand and slapped me across the face.
"Since you can't do it, let me help you."
The slap was so hard that I was knocked backward.
My stomach slammed against the stairs beside me. But Daniel acted like he hadn’t seen anything, walking away with Jennifer without a second glance.
I crouched on the ground, clutching my aching stomach. Blood began to pour out, creating a bright red stain on the floor.
"My child..."
My vision blurred and everything went black.
