I had a dream.

In the dream, I was sitting in a small boat. A little boy sat next to me, holding my hand and smiling at me.

"Mom, does Dad love me?"

I was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the vast sea.

The little boy shook my hand.

"Mom, it's enough that you love me. I hope I can be your child again in the future."

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a bright moon rose over the sea. The little boy stood up and walked step by step towards the sea.

Tears streamed down my face. I wanted to shout for him not to go, but no sound came from my throat.

When I woke up from the dream, a nurse was changing my IV.

"You're awake. You can still have children. Right now, the most important thing is to recover. To survive such a severe car accident at eight months pregnant is already a miracle."

The nurse sighed and looked at her watch.

"You've slept for a whole day and night. Where's your husband? Why isn't he here?"

I shook my head, feeling like a knife had stabbed into my heart, piercing every nerve.

The baby was gone, and so much time had passed, yet Ian still hadn't shown up.

"What kind of husband is he? Your wife is in this condition, and he still isn't here. You should call him and make him come over."

The nurse spoke angrily, then gave me a few instructions before leaving the room.

Suddenly, the phone by my bedside rang. I picked it up and saw it was Ian.

"Do you have the keys to the house in East City? Bring them to me. Sofia has nowhere to stay right now, so I'm planning to let her stay there temporarily."

I let out a cold snort.

The villa in East City was a wedding anniversary gift from Ian to compensate for the years I spent supporting him.

Now he wanted to give my house to his first love, ignoring his wife who just lost their child in a car accident?

"Ian, that house is mine. What right does Sofia have to stay there?"

Hearing my unfriendly tone, Ian paused for a moment, then burst into anger.

"Mila, what do you mean? Sofia came back alone. It's already difficult for her. Why can't you be more understanding?"

"We have so many houses. Why can't you let her stay in one? Why are you being so unreasonable and irrational now?"

Hearing Ian's twisted arguments and thinking of the child leaving in my dream, my eyes darkened.

"Ian, let's get a divorce. After the divorce, you can let whoever you want stay in the house. I won't stop you."

"Mila, are you crazy?"

Ian roared, and then a delicate female voice came from the phone.

"Ian, forget it. I'm fine staying at a hotel. I can manage on my own. Don't argue with Mila because of me. She's still pregnant."

Ian immediately softened his tone to comfort Sofia.

"Sofia, this has nothing to do with you. She's the one being unreasonable. Even if I have to buy a new house for you today, I won't let you stay in a hotel."

"Mila, where are you now? I'll come get the keys from you. Sofia is definitely staying in that house today."

Smelling the disinfectant in the air, I spoke coldly.

"Ian, I'm at the First Hospital, obstetrics inpatient department."

Hearing my answer, Ian paused in disbelief, then tentatively asked.

"Is the baby born? Boy or girl? I'll go to the hospital right now."

"The baby is dead. You killed him. He died while you were on your way to see Sofia Moore."

My tone was icy, anger burning through my body, ready to explode at any moment.

I heard a loud thud from the other end, and then Ian hung up.

When Ian rushed to the hospital, I was struggling to sit up in bed.

The baby had been delivered by C-section, and I had just had my tubes removed. The doctor said I needed to move around to pass gas.

Our eyes met, and Ian's expression was heavy, with a hint of unspeakable sorrow.

"Mila, I didn't know you were in an accident. About the baby, I..."

I glanced at Sofia Moore standing behind him, and my face darkened.

"Ian, you should know that the person I don't want to see right now is her. Why did you bring her?"

Ian awkwardly glanced at Sofia, then shielded her behind him.

"Mila, I know you're sad about losing the baby, but Sofia is innocent. This has nothing to do with her."

I let out a sarcastic laugh and pointed angrily at Ian.

"Nothing to do with her? Ian, if you hadn't abandoned me on the highway for Sofia, I wouldn't have had the car accident. The baby wouldn't have died alone."

"You and Sofia Moore are the murderers who killed my baby."

Ian's face turned pale. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Mila, I know you're heartbroken over losing the baby. You can hit me or curse me, but please don't blame Ian. It's all my fault."

At that moment, Sofia suddenly stood in front of me, looking guilty and remorseful.

I stepped forward and gave her a hard push.

"What right do you have to speak for him? Why did you come back? There are so many men out there. Why do you have to covet someone else's husband?"

Sofia, unsteady in her high heels, staggered and fell into Ian's arms.

"Mila, that's enough. I know losing the baby is a huge blow to you, but what did Sofia do wrong? Why are you treating her like this?"

Seeing Sofia's pitiful look, Ian angrily pointed at me and scolded.

Sofia stood up from Ian's arms and took his hand.

"Ian, forget it. Don't argue with Mila because of me. She's already pitiful enough, having just lost her baby. I don't want her to get hurt again because of me."

"Mila, look at Sofia. She's so understanding. Can't you learn from her?"

Ian glanced at me, his hand on Sofia's waist, as if afraid I'd attack her again.

I let out a cold snort.

"Learn from her? Learn to seduce someone else's husband? Learn to make someone else's husband abandon his eight-months-pregnant wife on the highway?"

"Mila, don't be so harsh."

Ian's face turned livid as he glared at me.

"Ian, it's fine. As long as it calms Mila down, I'm okay with anything."

It seemed Sofia was afraid the fire between Ian and me wasn't burning hot enough.

She stepped forward from Ian's side, sincerely holding my hand, but her eyes were full of smugness.

Now, whenever I saw Sofia's face, I thought of my unborn child. I raised my hand, intending to slap her.

Seeing this, Ian immediately grabbed my raised hand and forcefully flung it away.

Having just gone through a car accident and a C-section, I couldn't withstand Ian's force. I fell backward.

My back hit the hospital bed, and the IV I was holding fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The liquid spilled everywhere.

"Ah, blood."

Sofia screamed, covering her mouth at the sight before her.

My head was spinning from the impact.

Ian stood frozen, staring at his hands, muttering.

"I didn't use much force. I didn't use much force. Why did this happen?"

I looked down at myself. A stream of dark red blood flowed down my thigh, staining my white hospital gown.

The floor was covered in bright red, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire ward.