Lily had gotten first place in her exam at that time. I had talked to Stanley about it for a long time.

Only then did he put down his work and come home early. We, as a family of three, were preparing to celebrate.

Just then, his phone rang. He was told that Sabrina had miscarried and was bleeding heavily.

Stanley immediately wanted to go to her. I grabbed him.

In my anger, I asked, "Don't you care about me? What if I die and lose the baby?"

Stanley looked at me helplessly. His voice sounded exhausted as he said, "Stop making a scene. You're fine."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

But it wasn't long before my water broke.

After giving birth, I arranged for postpartum care at a center.

I hadn't expected to run into Sabrina there. At the time, Stanley wasn't around, and she was acting arrogantly in front of me.

I was furious and ended up arguing with her.

It was during this argument that the postpartum care center caught fire.

I immediately ran back to my room. Lily and my newborn son were still inside.

Stanley, who had said to stay by my side, didn't hear my cries for help. Instead, he carried Sabrina out of the fire.

And just like that, I was consumed by the flames with my newborn son.

I wanted to kill Stanley.

And I did. I reached out to grab his neck and tightened my grip.

"I'll be back soon. Tomorrow's your checkup day. I'll cancel my work and spend the whole day with you. Don't be angry, honey."

Stanley sent me a message, unaware that I was already dead.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated.

A message came through, written in my usual tone. "If you love Sabrina so much, why bother coming back? I don't need you. Get lost."

I was shocked.

Who had sent the message using my phone? How could they be so familiar with me that they could even sound like me?

Stanley didn't suspect anything. He sighed and called me, but his calls were rejected one after another.

Then another message came through. "Don't bother me. We're getting a divorce after the baby is born."

Stanley's face darkened further. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and walked out of the bathroom.

Sabrina walked over and asked in concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick? You look terrible."

Stanley shook his head. "If there's nothing urgent here, I'll go home first."

I was a bit surprised. Normally, he would leave me alone to calm down when we argued. But now, he was actually trying to go home.

Sabrina didn't say anything. Just then, there was a cry from the kitchen. She rushed over.

Hannah had burned her hand. "Mommy, I wanted to make something for you and Daddy Stanley."

Stanley saw it too. His expression turned stern as he scolded, "How could you be touching something so dangerous? What if you get hurt?"

Hannah shrank back. Her voice trembled as she apologized, "I'm sorry."

Sabrina blew on Hannah's hand and then looked up at Stanley. "It's my fault. I didn't give her a good life. She used to cook like this when we were abroad."

"Daddy Stanley, I'm really good at cooking. You should try some," Hannah said, bringing over a plate of pasta. She seemed very good at reading the room.

After eating, she stuck close to Stanley.

Sabrina pretended to be stern. "Hannah, stop bothering Daddy Stanley. Let him go home. We've already caused him enough trouble."

Hannah pouted, looking upset. "But I just got a daddy." She started crying loudly while holding onto Stanley with one hand.

Stanley picked her up and said, "Alright, I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you."

I let out a sneer.

I wasn't surprised by his choice at all. Every time he had to choose between me and Sabrina, he always chose the latter.

Stanley held a storybook and read softly to Hannah until she finally fell asleep.

Sabrina moved closer. The space between them grew smaller until their lips were almost touching.

Stanley turned his head away. "Don't do this."

Sabrina draped herself over him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Do you think I'm beneath you because I'm divorced and have a child? Is that it?"

"No," Stanley denied. "I'm already married."

"But you should have been mine." Sabrina's tone was filled with absolute certainty.

She looked at him intently, and their gazes locked.

"Stanley, don't deny it. You've fallen for me. Even though you've known Jaycee for years, you've still fallen for me. You're just used to Jaycee. It's not love.

"You love me, Stanley," she said with conviction.

Stanley averted his gaze. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Don't think about this. Rest for now."

He stood up and left, almost as if fleeing the room.

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

I was the first to notice Stanley's growing feelings for Sabrina.

The first time I met Sabrina was the day I tried to end my life. It was the anniversary of my parents' death.

In the past, Stanley would always be with me on that day, trying to cheer me up and make me smile. But that day, he didn't come back.

I called him countless times, but he didn't answer.

I went to my parents' graves alone. In my dazed state, I thought they had come to take me away.

Without hesitation, I slit my wrists.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital and saw Stanley there. He was embracing Sabrina with one arm, and his profile was filled with tenderness.

I rushed forward to grab him. "Who is she, Stanley? What's your relationship with her?"

"What's wrong with you, honey?" His voice became urgent when he saw the cuts on my wrist.

I asked again, "Who is she?"

While looking at my injuries, Stanley explained, "She's a classmate of mine. She fainted, and I brought her to the hospital. Don't misunderstand."

But Sabrina's hostility was clear. I saw it immediately.

I asked, "Do you remember what day it is?"

Stanley paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered. He quickly hugged me and apologized over and over again.

The once cold embrace now carried the scent of perfume, which felt sickening to me.

I pushed him away with all my strength, screaming, "My parents raised you! And you don't even remember their death anniversary?"

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I promise it won't happen again," he said.

I wasn't listening. I continued to shout at him, "You ungrateful turd! You—"

Suddenly, Sabrina stepped in front of Stanley and glared at me. "If it weren't for Stanley, your family would've fallen apart long ago. Your parents' deaths weren't Stanley's fault."

I slapped her as hard as I could. The force left my hand numb.

The slap landed on Stanley's face, leaving a clear mark.

Stanley sighed. As he looked at me, his expression was full of exhaustion and reproach.

He said, "Your stubbornness caused your parents' death. Will you only be satisfied after I die in front of you?"

I stared at Stanley in silence for a long time.

Back then, my relatives tried to take over the Hartman family's business. They slandered me, saying that I caused my parents' deaths.

Stanley had been the one to stand up against them and protect me. Yet now, he said I was the cause of my parents' deaths.

I turned and walked away.

Stanley grew anxious and tried to catch up, but Sabrina stopped him.

This was the first time he had chosen Sabrina over me.

He went home and apologized to me for a long time, and I forgave him.

He promised never to leave me again, but time and time again, he chose Sabrina.

During the fire at the postpartum care center, he rushed in to save Sabrina, completely unaware that I was being engulfed by the flames.

…

The next day, Stanley was woken up by the alarm.

He had probably not slept well. Dark circles were visible under his eyes.

He pressed the alarm off and saw the reminder on it—Father's Day School Activity.

It was an alarm I had set for him, hoping he wouldn't forget the event with Lily.

Stanley sent me a message. "I'll be there on time for Lily's school activity. Let's talk after that."