His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed.

When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me.

On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers.

"Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her."

Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers.

In my previous life, I refused to step aside.

I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman.

The internet turned on her.

She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building.

Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive.

It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along.

Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.

My daughter Amy was born prematurely, so she was placed in an incubator the moment she came into the world.

Right then, Harold Soulman handed me divorce papers.

I had just made it back from the brink of death, and even the slightest movement tugged at the wound on my body.

Now that I had been reborn on this very day, it was clear that fate was giving me a second chance to choose differently.

"Fine, I'll sign the divorce—but only after the birth certificate is issued. And I want compensation."

Harold had actually prepared a whole speech to deal with my expected tears and drama. The moment he saw how calmly I accepted everything, he looked visibly relieved.

"Sure. A million. That should be enough, right?"

He was a man worth billions, yet that was all he was willing to give—one million.

I clenched the bedsheet tightly. I knew it would be pointless even if I asked for more, so I nodded.

He went off to get the paperwork done. Once I confirmed everything was in order, I signed my name.

With the agreement in hand, Harold could not wait to rush off to Rachel Underwood. He did not even spare a glance at our child.

Next door, the hospital room was bustling with celebration over a newborn. But in my room, there was no family—no parents, no husband. I had nothing.

Two days later, Amy was finally discharged from the incubator. I wrapped her up tightly, bundled myself as well, and prepared to go home.

On the way, I got a call from a secretary.

"Ms. Qoss, please remember to repost the group's press release."

We hadn't filed the divorce at the courthouse yet, and already I was not worthy of the title 'Mrs. Soulman'.

To preserve Rachel's dignity, Harold had asked me to say the divorce was due to irreconcilable differences.

I agreed without hesitation. Of course, since my phone was nearly dead, I planned to post it once I got home.

As soon as I returned to the villa, I told the maids to shut all the windows—but no one answered me.

Holding Amy, I walked to the nursery. That was when I overheard them whispering in the kitchen.

"Shameless, bringing back the kid she had with another man."

"Mr. Soulman was kind enough not to press charges, and she still has the nerve to come back and try to take a share of his fortune with her illegitimate child!"

I froze. Cold sweat seeped down my back beneath my thick coat.

I was supposed to be the victim of a broken relationship. When did that turn into me having an affair?

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" I pushed open the kitchen door.

The maids who used to respectfully call me 'Mrs. Soulman' lifted their heads, their eyes filled with contempt.

Mrs. Wagner, the boldest one, even spat at my feet.

"Who's spouting nonsense? The company already put out an official statement. You cheated during the marriage. What, we're not even allowed to talk about it now?"

I ran back to my room. As soon as I plugged in my phone and turned it on, I saw the trending headline on social media, [Mr. Soulman Officially Announces Divorce.]

It read, [Due to infidelity on the part of Ms. Lilly Qoss during the marriage, Mr. Harold Soulman has filed for divorce. This serves as official notice.]

My mind went blank. A sharp pain split through my head.

All to make Rachel's rise seem legitimate, Harold willingly destroyed my reputation.

Just as I was about to post a clarification, my phone buzzed, nearly waking the sleeping Amy in my arms.

I answered quickly. On the other end, a police officer sounded excited.

"Ms. Qoss! We got a lead from a trafficker—you were abducted from Khurtland!

"We've already contacted the Khurtland police and are cross-checking families who lost their children. You need to get there within three days for a DNA test!"

The heart that had been broken by Harold swelled with hope. Tears streamed down my face.

Ever since I was kidnapped at the age of five and brought to this city, I had not known a single day of peace.

I thought marrying Harold was the start of a new life. Little did I know, I had only stepped into another kind of hell.

At last, I got a chance to reunite with my biological parents—and my daughter would finally have a family who truly loved her.

The moment I ended the call, I quickly packed a few clothes and turned toward the nursery to grab some baby essentials.

Just as my hand gripped the doorknob, the front door of the villa swung open.

"Lilly, who gave you permission to come in?"

Harold stood there, frowning, clearly annoyed.

"I just came to grab some clothes for the baby," I said calmly.

"That room is for Rachel's child now. If you want clothes, go buy your own."

I carefully chose every item in that nursery for our daughter. He was giving it all to Rachel's baby, even though that child had no blood ties to him at all.

I swallowed the disappointment and did not argue. However, Mrs. Wagner suddenly stepped forward, her face cold as she grabbed my arm and started dragging me outside.

"Mr. Soulman wants us to take care of Ms. Underwood."

The pull on my stitches sent a sharp pain through me. I cried out, "I just gave birth too! I need rest!"

Harold did not even look back.

"Exactly. That means you have experience."

"Enough with the nonsense. You've been doing hard labor since you were a kid. You're strong; you don't need all that recovery stuff."

With that, he climbed into his Maybach, and I was shoved into a van headed to Rachel's place.

When we arrived, Rachel was lying in bed, surrounded by nearly a dozen caretakers.

She tried to sit up when she saw me, her voice sweet and gentle. "Lilly, you're here. Come, sit. Giving birth must've been hard on you…"

Harold helped her lie back down, his touch tender. He shot me a glance and sneered, "She could run ten kilometers with a broken leg. What's this to her?

"Lilly, take good care of Rachel, and I'll give you an extra million. Sounds like a good deal, right?"

An extra million. It was tempting.

I bit my lip. "I can't. There's no one at home to look after my baby."

He hesitated for a second. However, before he could speak, Rachel tugged on his sleeve.

"Harold, if she doesn't want to take care of me, then just let her go. I don't want to make things difficult for you."

He gently held her hand to comfort her, but when he turned to me, his gaze was full of disdain.

"Taking care of Rachel is more than you deserve. You're just a penniless orphan with no power, no influence. Marrying me, you couldn't even bring value to the family. And now you can't even put up a good front?

"If you can't be useful in other ways, then at least serve her well. That's the only value you have left."

He was so used to belittling me that he did not even notice how pale I looked. He waved at Mrs. Wagner to head home, but she had always hated me for 'marrying up'. There was no way she would take proper care of my child.

Harold ignored everything I said and ordered me to feed Rachel.

I looked back at the closed bedroom door. I realized—I was not getting out of here.

Exhausted and starving, I forced myself to carry the tray toward her.

Just as I brought a spoonful of soup to her lips, she suddenly leaned back with a sharp cry, "Ahh! It's burning hot!"

Before I could react, Harold grabbed the bowl and hurled it at me. The thick chicken soup splattered across my body.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You burned Rachel! Forget about eating tonight!"

Rachel curled into him, big tears rolling down her cheeks. "Harold, don't be angry. I know she didn't mean to…"

"You don't have to be polite to her. I'm filing for divorce tomorrow."

I stood there, reeking of chicken soup, completely ignored. Not a single soul spared me a shred of concern.

The next day, Harold took me out to the courthouse. We filed our divorce.

He did not even wait for me outside.

"I'm going to buy the latest designer bag for Rachel. You can find your own way back."

His voice turned cold. "Lilly, if you're not back to take care of Rachel in half an hour, you know what happens."

His Maybach sped away, and I turned to hail a cab back to the villa.

As soon as I stepped through the gate, I heard the faint cries of a baby coming from the small building by the yard.

However, that was the security guard's quarters.

Panic surged through me, and I pushed the door open.

My daughter, Amy, was lying on a filthy single bed, surrounded by mess. Her diaper and formula were tossed nearby.

Her little face had gone pale, too weak to even cry.

She must not have had a drop of milk or a diaper change since yesterday.

I did not have time to confront Mrs. Wagner; my only thought was for the baby. I held her close, changed her diaper, and fed her.

After I burped her, little Amy gave me the sweetest smile. My eyes burned with emotion, and tears slipped down onto her blanket.

Rachel's child was tended by over a dozen professional nannies. Mine? Mine was abandoned, left without even a drop of milk.

"Don't be scared, Amy. Mommy's taking you away from here."

Suddenly, someone started pounding on the door. The moment I opened it, Harold's hand came swinging through the air.

"Lilly! How dare you bring a bunch of thugs into my house!"

Cradling Amy, I was shoved back into the villa by Harold.

Rachel followed close behind, bundled tightly in layers of designer clothing, surrounded by several attentive nannies.

Inside, the place was a disaster. A few rough-looking men lay passed out on the floor, red-faced and reeking of alcohol. The whole house looked like it had barely survived a wild party.

There were people sleeping in the bedrooms and even in the study. In the master bedroom, five strangers were sprawled out on the bed—some in their birthday suit.

Panic rose in my chest. "It wasn't me! I didn't even step foot inside the house!"

Mrs. Wagner stepped forward, eyes filled with sorrow, her voice trembling, "Mr. Soulman... last night, dozens of hooligans suddenly barged in. They said Ms. Qoss gave them the key and invited them to party…

"They even said the baby was in the way, so they threw her into the security room."

I shook my head furiously, trembling. "I don't even know those people! I was at Rachel's place the whole day. How could I have given them a key?!"

"Exactly… Lilly took care of me all day yesterday," Rachel chimed in with a delicate tone. "Harold, why don't we wake them up and ask?"

She gently tugged on Harold's sleeve.

The storm on his face suddenly calmed. He ordered someone to wake up one of the nearby men.

"Who let you in?!"

The thug rubbed his eyes blearily. "A woman named Lilly gave us a key, said the villa was empty, and told us to have fun… Hey! Bring ten more bottles of booze!"

He was waving my keychain in his hand, my teddy bear charm still attached.

I instinctively reached for my pocket. Empty.

"No, I lost that key. It wasn't me!"

"Still trying to talk your way out of this? Poor Rachel was so worried about you, she insisted on coming home. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know about this disgusting little scheme of yours!

"You clearly wanted to sneak around with these people behind my back!"

His voice grew more impatient, his anger boiling over. He ordered Mrs. Wagner to lock me in the security room.

Behind him, Rachel clung to his arm, pouting sweetly. "Harold, darling, she was just being playful. Why get so mad?"

"She'll never learn unless she's punished. This house is filthy now. Let's stay in the other villa."

The door to the security room slammed shut behind me. Through the glass, I watched them leave in a grand parade.

In the center of it all, Rachel threw me a triumphant smirk.

That night, I finally coaxed Amy to sleep. Then the lights suddenly went out.

It was probably a voltage issue. I turned on my phone and tried to book train tickets.

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a lock turning.

A figure appeared under the moonlight—it was Rachel.

Without Harold around, her gaze was full of venom.

"You've been divorced, and you still ask for a million? Lilly, I really underestimated how shameless you are."

I immediately clutched Amy and backed away. Alas, the room was tiny, and there was nowhere to run.

"I've done nothing to you, Rachel. Why are you so determined to ruin me again and again?!"

"No reason? If not for you, I would've been the one to marry Harold!"

I frowned. She was not wrong. An orphan like me had no business becoming his wife.

It all started last year, when I happened to save Mr. Soulman Sr. during a sudden heart attack. To repay me, he threatened Harold with his life and forced him to marry me.

Harold had no choice, and we registered our marriage.

There was no wedding. The company's announcement was just a single cold line.

Less than a month later, I was pregnant.

I thought it meant I could finally have a peaceful life, a family of my own. Alas, Mr. Soulman Sr. passed away the week before I gave birth.

With him gone, I lost the only support I had.

So, in Rachel's eyes, I had stolen her rightful place as Mrs. Soulman?

"But you've already gotten everything you wanted. Why won't you leave me alone?"