“What are you saying? I could forget anyone, but never my little darling.”
“I flew all the way to New York just to buy you this necklace. It suits your fair skin.”
“Alright, go play by yourself for a while. I need to accompany my wife to her prenatal checkup.”
“I’ll come find you after.”
He patted Lily’s backside as he finished speaking.
Looking at the dazzling necklace, I nearly laughed out loud.
Men who claw their way up from nothing are indeed shrewd and calculating.
One set of jewelry, broken apart and handed to so many women.
The earring in my ear burned into my heart.
I casually removed it and tossed it into the trash.
As I turned around, I accidentally overheard a few passersby whispering.
They were curious about the relationship between the three of us.
One leaned in to listen, but was pulled back by a companion.
“Are you crazy? Didn’t you see the woman beside him?”
“That’s… the gambling king’s daughter.”
The gambling king’s daughter.
I hadn’t heard that title in a long time.
Before I could respond, Lily snorted first.
She looked at me with disdain, her face filled with contempt.
“What gambling king’s daughter? She’s just a useless woman kicked out of her family, clinging to the Blackwood household.”
“An old, worn-out hag, only able to keep her husband because of the child in her belly.”
“What’s there to fear? I despise these parasitic old women the most!”
A parasite.
Then what is Seb, who rose to power relying on me?
What is Lily, living off Seb’s support?
When did the thug and the mistress get together?
Was it after my first miscarriage?
Was it when I drank until I had stomach bleeding to help Seb secure deals?
Or when Seb was hunted by enemies, and I was shot protecting him, left unconscious?
It’s been too long. I can’t remember.
I only remember Seb getting together with this seductive nurse while I was hospitalized.
They were like dry wood meeting raging fire, blindingly passionate.
During that time, Lily sent me messages constantly.
I lay alone in my hospital bed, my face deathly pale.
No one was there.
Lily lay in another bed, cheeks flushed.
My husband was holding her.
So many years have passed, and Lily is still so arrogant.
It’s easy to imagine how much Seb indulged her.
But it doesn’t matter.
After I leave, they can be together openly.
What I need to do now is remove the burden in my womb.
Ignoring the two lovers flirting beside me, I walked into the operating room.
Dr. Harper already knew I was pregnant.
Before he could congratulate me, I handed him the report.
“I want an abortion.”
Dr. Harper froze.
After reading the report, his expression grew heavier.
“Mrs. Blackwood, are you truly certain?”
“The baby is healthy. You’ve tried for so many years—this finally happened…”
My first miscarriage was when I was twenty.
We had just come to the city, poor and struggling.
We lived in a basement in Harbin, unable to afford even a thick winter coat.
I was used to New York’s damp heat and couldn’t endure the bitter cold.
I collapsed from the cold while delivering food to Seb.
When I woke up, the child was gone.
My body was damaged as well.
Back then, I was young. With proper care, I could have recovered.
But we were too poor.
Busy making money. Busy staying alive.
