By the time I finished handling my child’s funeral and returned home, the night was already set. Exhausted, I took off my shoes and coat. But then I noticed the lights in my bedroom were on and noises came from it.
Since I became pregnant, Chris had insisted that I needed proper rest. He said it was for the baby’s safety, so we had started sleeping in separate rooms. Because of that, he almost never entered my bedroom. I walked toward it with a frown and pushed the door open.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
I found Bonnie inside. She was holding a mop, as if she had been cleaning for quite a while. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead and her cheeks were flushed red.
When she saw me, she immediately bowed her head politely, putting on a humble expression.
“It’s my fault that you miscarried, Mrs. Lowe, because I didn’t give my blood. But I already cleaned your room.”
I was still confused by her behavior when a voice suddenly came from behind me.
“Bonnie, who told you to do this? Put the mop down. You shouldn’t be exhausted.” Chris rushed forward. He bumped into my shoulder as he passed me and immediately pulled Bonnie into his arms, his face full of concern.
Noticing the tiredness in her face, he suddenly turned toward me with anger.
“Haven't I already made it up to you, Grace? Why are you still holding onto this?” he snapped. “We have maids. Do you really want to make Bonnie miserable by making her clean your room?”
He thought all those luxurious items were enough to make up for the loss of my child. That everything could be replaced with money.
Even though I already knew about the evil plan they set for me, but still it made my heart ache and this time I’d stood up for myself.
“I didn't make her do anything. I just got here and saw her.” That was all I said.
Chris gently wiped the tears from Bonnie's cheeks. It made me, the rightful lady of the house, look like an outcast.
“Listen, Grace, Bonnie is fragile right now,” he said, sounding like a warning. “If anything happens to her, I won't forgive you.”
Chris swallowed his words halfway through and I sneered, tearing away the last veil of pretense between him and Bonnie, “Fragile as in... she's pregnant and it's yours?”
Shock was written all over Chris's face. He appeared to want to deny it, but I cut him from it by speaking first.
“This girl you think is so nice and innocent sent me photos and messages to provoke me this afternoon,” I started. “She said she’s pregnant with your child. Do you want to see them for yourself?”
Chris looked at her, then at me.
“I’m sorry, Grace. It was actually my fault.” He let out a helpless sigh, began explaining. “I got drunk and slept with her. That’s how the child happened. You were just becoming pregnant and I was afraid you’d get angry and it would affect the baby, so I didn’t tell you.”
He paused before continuing.
“Bonnie has a weak body. The doctor said if she aborts this baby, she may never be able to become a mother again. So please, don’t be so cruel. Let her give birth to the child. I promise it won’t affect your position at all. Besides…” he added, his tone turning colder, “you haven’t given me an heir all these years. I can’t just let my family line end, can I?”
After going in circles, he still managed to put the blame back on me.
My eyes stung with tears.
Without saying a word, I quietly took out the divorce agreement I had already prepared and printed earlier. I placed it in front of him.
“Fine,” I said calmly. “Then sign this and I won’t pursue this matter.”
Chris looked confused as he took the document from my hand. He was about to open it and read it, but before he could, Bonnie suddenly grabbed his wrist.
“Chris, my stomach hurts…” she said weakly. “Can you take me to the hospital?”
Hearing that, Chris immediately pulled a pen out of his pocket. Without even checking the contents of the document, he flipped to the last page and signed his name.
“Sure, Grace. You know I’ll always give you whatever you want,” he said casually. “There, I’ve signed it. Now let me take Bonnie to the hospital, yeah?”
I looked at the signature on the paper. A bitter smile slowly formed on my lips.
Silently, I stepped aside and let the two of them leave.
After they were gone, I handed the document to my lawyer.
“Help me process the divorce,” I said quietly. “The faster, the better.”
By the time everything was finished, it was almost midnight.
After such a long day, I felt completely exhausted—both physically and mentally.
I was just about to lie down and rest when suddenly the bedroom door was kicked open violently. Chris stood at the doorway, breathing heavily.
“You just can’t stand seeing Bonnie happy, can you?!” He rushed over and yanked me off the bed. “You told her to clean your room and then you secretly lit incense that’s harmful to a fetus. The doctor said she almost miscarried. If she had stayed in your room any longer, the child would’ve been gone. You’re so vicious, Grace!”
“Come with me to the hospital and apologize to Bonnie!” He grip me by hand and dragged me.
His grip was incredibly strong. My wrist quickly turned purple from how tightly he held it. No matter how hard I struggled, he refused to let go. He dragged me out of the house and all the way to the hospital.
Soon, I was standing beside Bonnie’s hospital bed.
“Apologize!” he ordered sternly.
Bonnie lay on the bed with a pale face. Chris grabbed my shoulders forcefully, trying to push me down so I would bow to her.
But he didn’t see the mocking smile at the corner of Bonnie’s lips.
At that moment, I realized. This whole thing had been her plan from the beginning. She deliberately framed me just to humiliate me.
“You think a mistress deserves my apology?” I said coldly.
My eyes swept across the room. When I saw the thermos on the bedside table, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed it, twisted open the lid and splashed the hot water directly onto the bed.
“What a pity your child didn’t die. With a mother as wicked as you, dying would’ve been a whole lot of a greater fate.”
No one expected my sudden action.
Bonnie was instantly drenched from head to toe. Her hair stuck to her face in a miserable mess and she completely lost control of her expression. Anger burned in her eyes.
“Chris!” she cried out. “The doctor said I can’t be emotionally stressed. Look at her. If she wasn’t trying to harm our baby, then what was that?”
Chris finally reacted. He looked furious. He immediately pressed the nurse call button, asking the medical staff to check Bonnie again. Then he called several bodyguards over and had them hold me down.
“Grace,” he said coldly, “I already gave you a chance. Since you don’t appreciate it, go kneel in the backyard and pray for Bonnie’s child.”
Several strong bodyguards dragged me back to the villa and forced me into the backyard.
They pushed me down onto my knees in the middle of the rose garden Chris had once planted for me. Back then, I had casually mentioned that I liked white roses. Because of that single sentence, Chris had flown overseas overnight to buy the best rose seeds and personally planted an entire sea of roses for me. As their sharp thorns pierced my knees, I came to a thinking: These roses once existed to please me. Now they only brought me pain.
Just like Chris.
Back when he said he loved me, he planted a sea of flowers with his own hands. Now that he no longer loved me, he could abandon me here and let me suffer until I was covered in wounds.
A clap of thunder shattered my reverie, tears mingling with rainwater as they slid down my face.
The second before I collapsed from exhaustion, I thought I saw Chris racing downstairs, lifting me into his arms. I snorted derisively, mocking myself silently. My current predicament was entirely his doing—why would he rush to save me?
It was probably just a hallucination before I passed out.
