I forced a grim smile as I picked up the divorce agreement and scanned its contents carefully. As expected, he wanted me to walk away with virtually nothing, leaving me with only this three-bedroom apartment.

"The divorce can go ahead, but I'm not signing this agreement," I said through clenched teeth. "You're the one who cheated, not me, so why should I be the one left with nothing? You should be leaving empty-handed, not me!"

Bennett seemed nonchalant, almost as if he had anticipated my reaction. "I have nothing but debt anyway," he said coolly. "Even this apartment is already mortgaged to the bank."

What was he implying?

How could he possibly have only debts and no assets?

I was still reeling from the shock when Bennett's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and answered it in a gentle tone. "I'll be there soon, just hang tight."

It was clear that Liv was on the other end, impatiently waiting for him.

Bennett hung up and looked at me with irritation. "Just sign it, don't drag this out any longer."

I seethed with anger. "Did you stash our marital assets away?"

He avoided the question, only saying, "Assets aren't important. I'll make sure you and the baby are taken care of."

I gritted my teeth. "The divorce will happen, but I'm not letting this shady asset transfer during our marriage go unchecked."

My family has influence, but this injustice is unbearable.

How could he treat me like this?

"What are you going to do? Lawyer up and come after me?" Bennett sneered. "Do you even have the funds to hire a lawyer?"

"What good will it do to fight me tooth and nail for you or the baby?"

Our standoff continued, interrupted by the sharp sound of his phone ringing again.

Bennett clenched his fists. "Kylie, don't hold it against me!"

He then stood up, grabbed me roughly, and forced my fingerprint onto the divorce papers. During our struggle, my swollen belly slammed painfully into the corner of the table, but Bennett didn't let up. He shoved the pen into my hand, holding my wrist and forcing me to sign despite my agony.

With the agreement in his grip, Bennett immediately picked up Liv's call and walked out.

"Bennett, you bastard!!"

"I hate you!!"

He glanced back at me from the hallway, his expression full of guilt and helplessness. "Kylie, I don't want it to be like this either!"

"You know the sacrifices I've made to climb up. The company is heading into its next round of financing, and without Liv's backing, all my efforts will crumble!"

"I love you, Kylie!! Trust me, this is the only path for you, me, and our baby to have a better life."

With that, he slammed the door shut.

The pain in my abdomen was relentless. I looked down to see a streak of blood trailing down my leg.

As anger boiled within me, a torrent of fear crashed over me.

I couldn't stand anymore. I collapsed onto the floor, summoning all my remaining strength to reach for the phone on the coffee table to dial an ambulance.

An hour later, as I was wheeled down the hospital corridor to the operating room, I suddenly heard someone call my name. "Kylie?"

Through the blur, I saw Liv.

Not far away, Bennett was approaching her with a stack of paperwork.

Liv turned back to Bennett quickly, exclaiming, "Sweetheart, I suddenly feel so unwell!"

"Are you alright?" Bennett looked visibly worried, lifting her up without hesitation, ignoring the stares from onlookers, and rushed her toward the emergency room.

I watched in despair the man who once promised to love me forever.

Now, he was carrying his pregnant mistress, while I, covered in blood, was being taken alone into the cold operating room.

The nurse urgently asked me, "Have you contacted anyone from your family?"

I refused to contact Bennett! I couldn't stand to see him!

In the end, I gave them my dad's number.

After the anesthesia kicked in, I drifted into unconsciousness. When I awoke, I found myself in a private clinic.

My parents were at my side.

"Kylie, you're awake!"

Mom's eyes were swollen from crying, tears streaming down, while Dad clutched my hand, his face filled with concern.

"How are you feeling now?"

"What happened? Where's Bennett?"

I couldn't even answer their questions, my focus drawn to my now-flat abdomen. "Where's the baby? Mom, Dad, where is the baby?"

Dad's voice cracked, "The baby didn't survive."

A gut-wrenching pain swept through me, and tears flowed freely, soaking the pillow beneath me.

My child was gone, and it was Bennett who was responsible!

Mom and Dad held my hands tightly, sharing my grief, trying to offer some comfort.

"You can still have children in the future; we're just relieved you've pulled through."

Apparently, I had suffered severe bleeding during the procedure and had been unconscious for three days and nights before waking.

When my parents learned of what had happened, they wanted to confront Bennett, but I stopped them.

That would be too easy for him.

I swore to seek justice for my child. I wanted Bennett and Liv to end up with nothing.

I spent over two weeks recuperating in a private clinic.

During this time, Bennett kept reaching out with calls and texts, relentless in his pursuit.

"Kylie, I'll come back to be with you tonight."

"Where have you disappeared to?"

"Why haven't you come back home? Pregnant women shouldn't vanish like this!"

"Let’s set a time to finalize the divorce papers—the next funding round’s coming up, and Liv and I need to sort this out pronto!"

"Quit messing around—if you don’t respond soon, I’ll have to report you missing!"

Eventually, he did report me, but when the authorities got in touch, they discovered I was avoiding Bennett on purpose and decided to leave the matter alone.

On the day I was discharged, I texted him: "Bennett, meet me at the county clerk’s office at three this afternoon."

Right after I sent it, he called, but I didn't pick up.

It had been more than two weeks since we'd last seen each other.

Bennett looked just the same, maybe even happier—like life was being good to him.

I turned my attention to Liv standing next to him, her slightly rounded belly making my heart ache.

Her child was thriving, yet mine never got to see this world.

"Your belly?" Bennett’s grip tightened on my wrist, shock flooding his expression, "What happened to the baby?"

I smiled bitterly, "Gone."

"The baby was almost five months along, and you just went and got rid of it?!"

"Kylie, that's heartless, cruel!"

"That was our child!"

I shook him off in disgust.

"Did I end it? It was on you."

Bennett erupted, yelling at me, "Stop blaming me, I didn’t force you to terminate our child!"

"Do you remember the day you pressured me into signing the divorce papers?"

"My belly hit the corner of a table! There was so much blood."

"Where were you?"

"Rushing off to be with your girlfriend at her prenatal checkup!"

Bennett refused to accept it, "Kylie, don’t make things up. A slight bump and the baby’s gone? That’s ridiculous!"

So, he knew. He knew I accidentally hit my stomach that day.

Ha! Damn him! The one who caused the harm!

"You don’t believe me?" I pointed at Liv. "Ask your lover! Didn't she see me being wheeled into surgery that day at the hospital?"

Bennett turned to Liv, who denied everything, "You're lying, I didn’t see anything!"

"Honey, you have to believe me, if I’d seen something so crucial, I would've said something.”

"She’s accusing me unfairly!"

"I know, you wouldn’t do that! She’s fabricating this."

Bennett tried to continue the argument, but I had no patience left and went straight into the office to finish our business.

No matter what else he shouted at me, I tuned it out.

Once we had our divorce papers, Bennett wasted no time joining Liv to get their marriage license.

But while Liv looked elated, Bennett's gaze often drifted back to me, his face clouded with obvious sadness.

It seemed he really did mourn the loss of the child.

Before leaving, I fixed Bennett with a cold stare, "I’m curious, how do you know this woman is the daughter of Robert, the city’s richest man?"

Before Bennett could answer, Liv tossed me a family register, "I’m not the daughter of a wealthy man—are you?"

Out of curiosity, I opened it, and to my surprise, saw Robert listed as the head of household with 'daughter' in the relationship column.

I was dumbstruck.

My brother and I shared a register with our mom, so I'd never seen my dad’s.

Who would've guessed Dad’s register showed another daughter?