Perhaps I wasn't skilled enough, but my memories became more and more chaotic. I even recalled a memory of being in an orphanage.

Just as I was feeling overwhelmed, Quinton returned.

During dinner, he suddenly suggested, "Honey, let me take you back to our country."

I was surprised and said, "Didn't you say that everything back home would remind me of painful memories and that going back wouldn't be good for my recovery?"

"You're much better now, aren't you? I want to change your environment—it might help with your condition. Besides, don't you miss your family and friends back home?"

As he spoke, he placed a piece of fish on my plate.

I pushed the fish aside. "Do I still have family or friends?"

"I've already bought the tickets. We're leaving tomorrow morning." Quinton had already decided for me.

The next morning, he forced me out the door.

After returning back to the country, he took me to the Scott residence. But those in the Scotts didn't welcome me.

"Wow, Quinton, you actually pushed your pregnant cripple back here. You went out of your way for a disabled person. Seriously!" Quinley Scott, Quinton's sister, clicked her tongue in disdain.

She glanced at my belly and rolled her eyes.

"Quinley, this is your sister-in-law!"

"I'll call her that if you actually treat her like your wife!" Quinley rolled her eyes again. "Or is she the main wife, and that other one is the second wife?"

Quinton slapped her after he heard this.

Quinley furiously retorted, "Why are you hitting me? I'm just speaking the truth!"

As I watched this ridiculous drama unfold before me, I clenched the armrest of my wheelchair tighter and tighter.

"Enough!" Quinton glared at Quinley.

"I'm going to see Grandpa. Take Jenny inside for me," he instructed.

Quinley didn't dare talk back, but she was clearly unwilling as she pushed me forward.

"You cripple, do you really like my brother?" she abruptly asked.

After walking a distance, the wheelchair suddenly stopped.

Wait, weren't the Scotts supposed to only have the two of them—Quinton and his grandfather?

While supporting myself on the armrest, I struggled to turn around and looked at Quinley in confusion.

She let out a deep sigh. "We're all just pitiful puppets being controlled."

She suddenly frowned and knocked a few times on the armrest of the wheelchair, then sneered.

Then, she switched back to her usual indifferent demeanor and said, "Quinton really puts a lot of effort into you. This wheelchair and prosthetic leg must've cost him quite a bit."

"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but ask as I saw the hesitation in her expression.

However, she only smirked before turning to leave.

I stared at the spot where she had knocked before. I discovered a barely noticeable dent in the wheelchair's armrest. After opening it, I found a GPS tracker embedded inside. There was a similar mark at the lower end of my prosthetic leg.

…

The next morning, under his grandfather's orders, Quinton drove me to visit his parents' graves.

But after receiving a message, he suddenly pulled over and abandoned me by the roadside.

The wind in the suburbs was much harsher than in the city, chilling me to my core.

…

Quinton never came home even until late that night.

I took a deep breath and turned on the surveillance device I had secretly placed in Quinton's car. On the screen, a man and a woman were pressed together intimately, and their breaths were ragged and interwoven.

After a long while, their breathing gradually steadied.

Winnie gently rested her head on Quinton's shoulder. "Quint, it's almost time. The Whites have been keeping a close watch lately. Can this really work?"

"Don't worry. I'm here. I'll arrange for Jennifer to have a C-section as soon as possible," he replied.

Quinton's eyes were filled with warmth as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Winnie's ear.

With a self-reproachful tone, Winnie said, "It's all my fault for being in poor health and causing you so much trouble!"

"Don't say that. If it weren't for me back then, you wouldn't be in this situation. Besides, this is mainly Lester's problem."

Then, Quinton kissed Winnie's slightly parted lips once more.

I was overwhelmed with grief and rage.

Could they really decide my fate and my child's fate so easily?

Well, I don't agree!

…

The next day, when I opened my eyes, I saw Quinton's handsome profile looking apologetic.

"Honey, something came up at the company yesterday."

I nodded blankly.

He gently helped me up. "I brought you your favorite shrimp ravioli."

As he spoke, he thoughtfully helped me put on my prosthetic leg.

Sometime later, his grandfather suddenly announced he was unwell and asked Quinton to take over the company.

Quinton took on the responsibility and worked tirelessly day and night.

However, I was happy to be free.

While taking advantage of the chance to go to a prenatal checkup alone, I ordered a new prosthetic leg.

Unexpectedly, I ran into someone I wanted to avoid at all costs in the parking lot.

"Jenny, you're back? I missed you so much! You seem even more gentle now."

As he spoke, Lester's hand rested on my belly, teasingly saying, "They say mothers have a special charm. Seems true."

"Get lost!" I pushed his hand away.

He smiled playfully, leaning slightly to block the car door. "You're already a mother, and you're still so reserved?" he teased.

A sudden angry shout came from afar. "Lester! What are you doing?"

"How boring!" After he saw who it was, Lester let go of me.

Winnie, heavily pregnant, rushed over. Her face was twisted in anger as she shouted, "Jennifer, do you just love taking things from me?"

She then threw everything in her hands at me.

When she saw me dodge, she even started pulling at me.

"Enough! She's carrying a child!" Lester glanced meaningfully at my belly.

Winnie calmed down, and then she smiled at me coldly. "My dear sister, you must take good care of the baby in your belly.

"I heard Quinton say this baby was well-behaved? Then you better enjoy it while you can!"

I could no longer hold back my anger and pushed her away. "Don't even think about it! I will never give him to you."

Just as I was about to slap her, Quinton suddenly rushed over and shielded Winnie behind him.

His gaze was full of anger as he snarled. "Jennifer, are you insane?"

"You know very well who's the insane one here!" I shouted back.

I didn't want to argue with them anymore, so I lowered my gaze and opened the car door.

Winnie, teary-eyed, spoke up. "Jenny, you're my only family… I'll give you anything you want. Just don't be mad at me, okay?"

Quinton reached out to wipe Winnie's tears, but Lester slapped his hand away. "Mr. Scott, can you not tell who your actual wife is?"

Quinton's expression turned awkward at that.

After dropping me off at home with a darkened expression, he left in a hurry. For days, he didn't come back.

He sent me a text saying he was busy with work and told me to take care of myself and the baby. But what he didn't know was that Winnie was sending me photos of their dates in real-time every day.

In those photos, Quinton looked truly relaxed and happy in a way I had never seen before.

If it were a few months ago, I might have felt heartbroken by this betrayal. Now, I just wanted to escape as soon as possible.

After getting my new prosthetic leg, I placed the divorce papers I had prepared in advance on the table.

This year-long scam should also finally come to an end.

…

There were ten minutes left before boarding. I held my boarding pass and gently stroked my belly.

"Sweetie, you and I are finally safe."

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a familiar figure. I felt my heart leap into my throat, and I hurried toward the crowded area.

Just as I was about to reach the boarding gate, a hand yanked my arm.

Then, a sharp pain spread through my forearm.