I'm in the hills for a project inspection when a sudden downpour hits. I lose my footing and tumble down a steep slope.

Lying in a pool of blood, I fumble for my phone and call my husband, Joel Grant, who's supposed to be nearby.

"Rachel has anxiety. I only brought her back to her hometown to help her unwind. Can you stop being so paranoid and jealous for once? You're due in two weeks. I'll be there, okay? Just behave."

In the background, I hear Rachel giggle softly. "The models have to be in their birthday suit for sketching, right?"

Joel hangs up without another word.

My sister-in-law—and best friend—Chloe Murphy finds me. She's sobbing as she cradles me, desperately trying to call her husband, Michael Grant, for help.

"Are all pregnant women insane these days?" Michael snaps. "Don't start with the same manipulative crap as Anna. Joel and I are busy modeling for Rachel. We don't have time for your petty dramas."

Then he blocks her.

My injuries are too severe. There's no way help will arrive in time.

Despite being heavily pregnant herself, Chloe hoists me onto her back and carries me down the mountain to the nearest hospital.

Somehow, I survive. My baby doesn't.

Chloe, devastated and physically pushed past her limits, loses her child too.

"I want a divorce," I whisper with my eyes swollen from crying.

"Me too. I'm done with Michael."

We filed for divorce together.

That's when Joel and Michael finally lose their minds.

I had barely hit send on the divorce message when Joel Grant called.

"Anna, just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you get to be unreasonable all the time. I have feelings too, you know.

"You're a heiress born into money. You're used to being around those kinds of people—cheaters, mistresses, that whole world.

"But don't project your dirty assumptions onto me just because your circle's rotten. Rachel is like a sister to me. She's been struggling with anxiety, and I only brought her on this trip to help her clear her head.

"And even if I'm looking out for my sister, that doesn't make me a bad husband. You're due in two weeks. I'll be back in time. Why are you making such a fuss over something so minor?"

Joel said it like he genuinely believed he was the victim here.

My blood boiled. "I fell down a hill, Joel. I lost the baby. I almost died. If that's a minor matter, then what the hell would you call a major one?"

"Come on, Anna. Stop using your jealousy over Rachel to test me again and again. You know how much I care about you and the baby, but you keep pushing like this. It's cruel."

He had the audacity to guilt-trip me? If he actually gave a damn, why wasn't he there when I was hanging on by a thread, fighting for my life?

I was shaking with rage. "Enough. Come back. I want a divorce!"

"You need to watch your emotions. You're pregnant. I'm not arguing with you. Just wait at the hospital and stop letting your imagination run wild. Rachel's hungry. I'm making dinner."

And just like yesterday, when I begged his help, Joel stayed calm and hung up.

Meanwhile, I sat there clutching our baby's lifeless body, breaking down in gut-wrenching sobs.

My best friend, Chloe Murphy, cried until she passed out. She used her mom's phone to call her husband, Michael Grant, only to get yelled at.

"You two must be something else if you managed to piss off Joel. He's the nicest guy I know.

"If you're that good at acting, maybe you should quit teaching and hit the stage with Anna. Rachel doesn't like being disturbed during meals, so stop calling.

"One more time and I'll block your whole family."

To them—Joel and Michael—Chloe and I were just two jealous women causing drama. They didn't care that we had just given birth to stillborns.

People from both the Brooklyn and Murphy families came as they were worried sick about us.

But Joel and Michael were the only ones who didn't show.

On the day of the funeral, Chloe still refused to give up. She tried calling Michael, but by then, he had blocked everyone even remotely connected to her.

I called Joel more than ten times before he finally picked up.

"It's not even your due date, so why are you calling again? I just got Rachel to sleep, and now you've woken her up. When are you going to stop acting like a spoiled brat?"

I forced myself to stay calm. "Today is our son's funeral. And our nephew's. I told you and Michael before. Come now."

That got under his skin. "Anna, is there no line you won't cross because of your pettiness? You've cursed our son again and again. Don't you think that's bad luck?"

My fury was so intense that it swallowed my voice.

Chloe yanked the phone from my hands and snapped, "No mother jokes about their baby! The funeral is at 182 Oak Road. If you and Michael have even a shred of doubt, come and see for yourself!"

The funeral home was less than a three-hour drive from the village. But Chloe and I waited for a full six hours. Joel and Michael never showed up.

After the funeral, Chloe was devastated. She cried every day till her eyes were constantly red and swollen.

I wasn't doing much better. Night after night, I woke up from nightmares, and even sleeping pills couldn't bring me any peace.

Meanwhile, Rachel was posting nonstop on Instagram. In one video, Joel and Michael were shirtless, lounging by the window, and smiling at her.

Rachel sat nearby, blushing. She bit her lip as she sketched their bodies onto a large sheet of paper.

The camera didn't capture anything below the waist, but judging by her drawing, there was nothing on them.

The caption read, "I've seen that perfect body one too many times that I'm starting to get bored. I'm not in a rush to finish this sketch, but they're so invested in my life, they won't even waste time on phone calls."

Not long after I scrolled past that, Rachel went live. Joel was washing her underwear on the live stream while Michael massaged her lower belly.

She let out soft hums while her cheeks flushed with just the right shade of pink.

The comments were flooding in.

"Damn, this girl's living good. Let me take her place for a couple of days!"

"Both the older and younger brother are into her, huh? Rachel, which one do you want?"

"She's an adult. Obviously, she wants both!"

Rachel bit her lip and glanced at the two of them. "I'm so useless. It's just my period, and I still need you two to take care of me."

Joel smiled and patted her on the head. "What nonsense. You'll always be our little princess."

Michael nodded earnestly. "Exactly."

…

When Chloe saw the live stream, she completely broke down.

I grabbed her hand. "Don't cry! They're the ones who should be ashamed. If anyone should be crying, it's them, not us."

I couldn't stomach this farce of a marriage for another second. I grabbed the divorce papers, took Chloe with me, and drove straight to the village to confront Joel and Michael.

As it was winter, we were bundled up in thick coats. They didn't even notice we weren't pregnant anymore.

"I told you I'd be back in time for the birth. Why did you come all the way here? Anna, Rachel's finally getting better. Don't stir things up, alright? Go home. I've got to make her lunch. I'm not seeing you out."

Joel shot me a resigned glance before he turned and started heading back inside.

I ran up and grabbed his arm. "Oh, so you do remember I was about to give birth? You didn't show up when I was in danger and even skipped our son's funeral.

"And now I'm standing here, yet you still prioritize making lunch for your mistress over our lives?"

Joel's expression hardened. "What mistress? Don't be ridiculous. There's nothing between me and Rachel.

"Don't ruin her name. If you keep throwing around baseless accusations, we're done here."

He heard nothing except the word "mistress". That was all it took for my heart to go ice-cold.

I shoved the divorce papers into his chest.

"All you can think about is Rachel, huh? Go be with her then. I'm done. I want a divorce!"

Joel's frown deepened. "Anna, I've always been a good husband. You really want to throw everything away over some wild assumptions?"

"A good husband? You ignore your pregnant wife, skip your son's funeral, wash your lover's underwear, and pose in your birthday suit for her drawings—and you say that you're a good husband?"

Just then, Michael came outside with his face twisted in annoyance.

"Chloe, why do you keep sticking your nose in Joel and Anna's business? You two besties are unbelievable! Almost nine months pregnant and still causing scenes.

"Just think of it as racking up good karma for the baby, and cut it out, will you?"

He should've kept his mouth shut. Because the moment he brought up the baby, Chloe snapped. She grabbed the divorce papers and hurled them in his face.

"I've had it with you, Michael. I want a divorce too!"

Michael's face darkened immediately.

Joel rubbed his temples. "Pregnant women are so emotional. Let them cool off. Rachel's probably hungry. Let's eat."

And just like that, they turned and walked back inside, leaving us out in the cold. Inside, the two of them were laughing and teasing Rachel like nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Chloe and I were shivering in the freezing air. We banged on the door, but they acted like they couldn't hear us.

"They're the ones who asked for this." I glanced at Chloe.

She nodded. We got in the car, pulled out a loudspeaker, strapped it to the roof, and started driving loops around the village.

"Joel Grant and Michael Grant abandoned their wives—both almost nine months pregnant—to shack up with Rachel Smith, in their birthday suit, for two whole weeks!"

"Rachel Smith shares a bed with two men!"

This was a small village. Everyone knew each other. No way they could walk away from this without shame.

After just two laps, our phones blew up. Joel and Michael came rushing after us with Rachel in tow, blocking our path.

Rachel's eyes were red and swollen from crying. "Is it because I'm poor and not as pretty or rich as you guys? Is that why you two hate me? If everyone wants me gone, maybe I should just die!"

"Anna, how could you be so cruel?" Michael shouted.

Chloe's eyes burned red. She stepped in front of me. "You're the cruel one! Cruel and disgusting!"

Rachel put on a show and bolted toward me. "Don't stop me! I've got nothing left to live for!"

"No, Rachel!" Joel rushed forward, catching her just in time. Afraid she'd grab the knife in my hand, he lashed out and kicked me hard in the chest.

I stumbled back and fell to the ground.

Chloe rushed to help me, but slipped too and hit the ground with a thud.

"Anna, are you okay? I didn't mean to—why is your stomach flat?" Joel reached out to help me up. And the moment he touched my belly, the blood drained from his face.

Michael, who was helping Chloe up, froze too. "Chloe… our baby… w-where's our baby?"

Joel was in full-blown panic.

Before I could even say a word, he rushed on, speaking more to himself than to me. "Anna, is that it?

"You both went into labor early, and because Michael and I weren't there… Is that why you and Chloe are mad? If that's the case, then yes—it's our fault.

"We'll go home with you right now. Was it a boy or a girl? I've been waiting for this baby for so long…"

Even Michael, usually quick to explode, stayed unusually quiet.

Joel reached for me gently and wrapped an arm around my waist, trying to lift me into the car with exaggerated care.

But the only thing I felt was nausea. I shoved him away. "Are you really still playing dumb? Joel, I told you—the baby is gone. The funeral's already over."

Joel, always the calm one, blinked rapidly as his eyes reddened. He shook his head in denial.

Michael wasn't ready to accept it either. "You were almost full-term. Even if the baby were premature, it would've made it. Chloe, are you and Anna just using the baby to punish us?"

Tears were running down Chloe's cheeks. "The baby could have survived. But neither of you would come to help.

"I had to carry Anna on my back through a storm just to reach the hospital. It took too long. By the time we got to the hospital, both babies were already gone."

Michael's knees gave out. He collapsed on the ground.

Joel grabbed my hand in panic. "Anna, I—"

I jerked away. "Don't touch me. Joel, if you or Michael have even a scrap of decency left, then sign the damn divorce papers!"

I threw two sets of divorce documents at them, but neither moved. Chloe and I gave them half a day to think it over, and then we left.

After being gone for over two weeks, Joel and Michael actually followed us home this time.

Michael dropped to his knees in front of Chloe the moment he stepped inside. "Please, babe, I don't want a divorce."

Chloe's eyes were full of scorn. "You cheated and fell in love with someone else. I'm just giving you the freedom to be with her openly. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"I didn't cheat! I don't even like Rachel! I was just jealous you used to have feelings for Sebastian, and now you're working with him every day. I only used Rachel to piss you off."

Joel, too, looked torn apart by guilt as he turned to me. "I messed up, Anna. I know that. But I swear on my life, I've never had any dirty thoughts about Rachel. I've always seen her as a little sister. The only one I've ever loved is you."

I stared at him. "Then go love someone else. I just want a divorce."

"I know you're grieving because of the baby. And I know I let you down. But I love you very much, Anna. Please, just give me another chance."

It wasn't the first time Joel had crossed boundaries with Rachel.

We'd fought about her more times than I could count. Every time, I gave in, hoping he'd change. Every time, they just pushed further.

"This time is different," Joel said, almost desperately. "I swear I'll put you first from now on. Whatever you say, I'll believe it. I won't doubt you again!"

And right then—of course—his phone rang. Joel glanced at the caller ID. He hesitated, then answered with a guilty expression.

"Rachel? What's wrong? No, don't do that. Don't hurt yourself. This isn't your fault. I'll be right there!"

He hung up and turned to me. "Darling, Rachel's threatening to kill herself. I'll be back to explain. Wait for me."

Michael's tears dried up in an instant. He got up without a word. "I'm coming with you."

And just like that, the two of them rushed out, not once looking back.

Chloe and I locked eyes, and I could see that both of us were bone-tired and emotionally gutted.

"I've had enough." Chloe's voice was tight with pain.

I pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry. I'll make sure they come back for the divorce."

After I made a few calls, Rachel's study-abroad slot, which was earned through shady connections, was revoked.

Evidence of her interference in both our marriages was leaked online, and soon the internet was tearing her apart.

I sent the most viral clip to her friends, relatives, classmates, and professors.

It didn't take long before Joel and Michael came storming back in.

Michael was enraged. "I told you I never had feelings for Rachel! And you still did this? Chloe, how could you and Anna be so cruel?"

Even Joel—always the picture of politeness—was livid. "Anna, this is on us. You had no right to go after Rachel like that.

"She's just a poor young lady. She's innocent! What you did was beyond cruel. It's inhuman!"

I snapped. I hurled the stack of documents in my hand straight at his head.

"Open your damn eyes, Joel. Do you still think Rachel's innocent?"