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.