Marcella struggled to get up, even though she only had a scrape on her leg.

But the dull ache in her belly was getting worse. When she looked down, she saw herself lying in a pool of blood.

Her face turned deathly pale. There was no time for fear—she hurriedly dialed Grady.

“Grady, I—”

“Dee is in the shower. He doesn’t have time to answer your call. If you have any self-respect, you should step aside and give up your position as Mrs. Walquist. Playing hard to get won’t work, you know. It’ll only make him hate you more.”

Before Marcella could finish her sentence, Zeth hung up on her.

Marcella called again, but all she got was the beeping sound of a powered-off phone.

The pain in her belly became unbearable, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

‘Grady, I will never forgive you! You will never be happy in this lifetime!’

That was the last thought in her fading consciousness before everything went dark.

When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed.

A security guard on patrol had found her. By the time she was brought in, she had already lost consciousness.

She instinctively placed a hand on her belly. A nurse who had just walked in sighed at the sight.

“You’re still so young. You’ll have another child in the future.

“Try calling your family. They should be here to take care of you.”

The memory of that phone call before she passed out nearly crushed her.

Even a stranger could offer her comfort and concern, yet Grady was as cold as ice—completely unaffected no matter what she did.

Marcella couldn’t help but wonder, ‘In those seven years, how many moments had been real?’ Or had I been nothing more than a way to pass the time whenever Zeth wasn’t around?’

“I don’t have any family. Thank you, but I’ll be fine on my own.”

Her voice was soft, but the nurse still caught the loneliness in it. She looked at the patient with sympathy but didn’t press further.

As soon as the nurse left, Marcella finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

She never expected to find out she was already two months pregnant.

And now, before she even had the chance to process it, the baby was gone.

She wondered how Grady would react when he found out they lost their second child because of him.

‘Would he feel relieved? Or would there be even a flicker of sadness?’

Marcella let out a bitter laugh.

‘He’ll probably be thrilled—one less tie between us.’

Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Grady.

[I’m on a business trip. Go home and take care of Seth.]

Marcella gripped her phone tightly, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion washing over her.

‘Business trip? Is that what he called lying in bed with Zeth?’

But she didn’t reply. Instead, she blocked him on Telegram.

There wasn’t much time left, anyway.

As she stepped out of the hospital room, she suddenly froze.

Standing by the OB-GYN’s office, where she never should have been, was Zeth—leaning into Grady’s arms, gently cradling her belly.

Marcella’s mind went blank. Her whole body started shaking.

“Dee, since I’m pregnant now, why don’t we let Seth stay with Marcella?”

From a distance, Marcella heard Zeth’s voice.

At that moment, everything around Marcella seemed to fall silent.

She stared at Grady, waiting for his answer.

“You know I’ve never liked Seth.”

Grady’s response made Zeth smile. She was still smiling when the elevator doors closed behind her.

“I knew it! Love and hate work the same way, right?”

This time, Grady didn’t respond.

But the slight curve of his lips seemed to acknowledge Zeth’s words.

Marcella leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down until she sat on the floor.

‘Grady, soon… Soon, you’ll get what you want.’

The next second, her phone rang.

“Miss Westerman, your identity erasure will be finalized the day after tomorrow. We will come to escort you to the organization’s base. Would you like more time with your family before then?”

“No need. Please get here on time.”

When Marcella requested to be discharged, even the nurse couldn’t help but advise her to stay and recover longer.

But she insisted on leaving.

She had unfinished business in these last two days.

As soon as she stepped into the villa, a stuffed toy came flying from the living room—smacking her right on the head.

Seth didn’t apologize. Instead, he sneered.

“You deserve it, Mom! That’s what you get for staying away so long! Hurry up and make me something to eat. I’m starving! If Dad finds out, he’ll be mad!”

At those words, Marcella was reminded of what Grady had said at the hospital.

He hated her.

So, of course, he didn’t care about the child she had given birth to either.

And Seth—he had chosen their side.

‘How pathetic!’

From the corner of her eye, Marcella noticed her son munching on junk food, the kind she never allowed him to have.

‘Zeth must’ve bought it for him.’

Sensing her gaze, Seth clutched his snacks and tablet close, staring at his mother like a little wolf pup baring its fangs.

“Aunt Zeth gave these to me. Dad didn’t say anything about it, so you don’t get to have an opinion!”

Marcella walked up to him, looking down at the boy she had raised for so many years.

She thought she’d feel reluctant when the time came to leave.

But standing here now, gazing at Seth… she felt nothing.

“Hey, look, I won’t care about you anymore. Hope you stay this happy forever.”

With that, she turned and walked into her bedroom.

Seth was stunned.

He had always hated how Marcella controlled him, always nagging and restricting him.

But just now, the way she looked at him—something felt different.

A strange emptiness welled up inside him, though he couldn’t quite place why.

So he brushed it off.

He figured she was just acting like that because he liked Zeth.

When Marcella entered the master bedroom, her wedding photos with Grady were still there.

In every picture, his face was cold, devoid of any joy.

Even the photographer had urged him to smile.

But what did he say back then?

“It’s just a wedding. No need to look so happy.”

Over the years, he started smiling more and more.

She had once thought—just maybe—he had finally turned around.

But no.

She had only been fooling herself.

A sudden ding snapped her out of her thoughts.

A message.

An unknown number.

It was a picture.

Two people standing by the seaside at sunset, holding an ultrasound result.

[I’m pregnant. Dee said he’ll divorce you as soon as we get back from our trip. If you know what’s good for you, leave before we return.]

Marcella glanced at the message and ignored it.

She took all the wedding photos down and tore them to pieces.

But Zeth wasn’t done yet.

Marcella’s phone kept buzzing with messages.

[Grady never loved you. If it weren’t for the fact that you saved his life, he would’ve divorced you years ago!]

[You know, I kept getting messages from him while I was in Paris. He begged me to come back! He said that if I returned, everything in the Walquists would be mine!]

[You’ve seen what was left in the trash can of the villa, right? Seriously, Grady is just as impressive in bed as ever!]

Zeth sent message after message, but Marcella didn’t check any of them.

It wasn’t until her peripheral vision caught the last notification that her hands, mid-way through packing, froze in the air.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to do.

[Do you know why he named your son Seth? You don’t seriously think it means chosen for a purpose, do you? I mean, that’s just hilarious!]

[Seth, Seth—it’s actually a masculine variation of my name! Grady’s actually been saying “I love you, Zeth!” all this time!]

[Grady said that once you gave birth to the child, he would have repaid you. After that, well, he wouldn’t owe you anything for the rest of his life!]

Zeth was right. That was exactly what Grady had told Marcella back then.

So when he shed those tears—was it because he was worried about her, or because he was finally free to go back to Zeth without any hesitation?

Marcella knew Zeth was trying to provoke her on purpose.

But when Marcella read those messages, she still couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

She didn’t want to dwell on it any longer. Taking a deep breath, she packed everything in the room that belonged to her.

From books to pillows—seven years of her life, yet everything had fit into just four suitcases.

When she stepped out, dragging her luggage and waiting for the movers, Seth stood by the door.

His expression was filled with irritation.

“Mom, what are you throwing a fit about this time? Even if you’re divorcing Dad, can’t you at least make me dinner first? Seriously, Mom! Ugh! If only Aunt Zeth were here!”

Marcella turned back and shot him a cold look.

Whatever else Seth had been about to say got stuck in his throat.

When she returned, he let out a sarcastic laugh.

“I thought you weren’t coming back. Guess you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, huh?”

He had this smug look on his face as his eyes fixed on her phone—as if he was waiting for something.

Sure enough, the next second, a message from Grady popped up.

But the first thing he said wasn’t to ask her where she was.

It was to question why she had blocked him.

She didn’t reply.

Another message immediately followed.

[If you can’t even take care of our son properly, then I think I need to reconsider our relationship.]

‘So what? Is he saying he’s going to divorce me? Welp, our marriage has already been annulled by the authorities before he even knew it.’

Marcella smirked at the thought.

Beside her, Seth chuckled as he walked over with the snacks Zeth had bought him.

“Mom, why are you still standing around? Go make dinner already! It’s not like your hands are delicate like Aunt Zeth’s, needing to play the piano or something!”

He looked at her hands with clear disdain.

Just as he lifted his head—a slap landed hard across his face.

“My hands can cook, and they can hit people too. I think I’ve been way too lenient with you, my dear.”

With that slap, whatever mother-son bond they had was severed completely.

Seth stared in shock, his cheek burning from the sting.

He immediately grabbed his phone, ready to call his father and his grandmother to complain.

But Marcella snatched his device and smashed it into pieces.

“What’s the rush? Your dad will be back tomorrow. And the woman you adore so much—Zeth—will be coming with him.”

With that, she walked straight to her room, not even sparing a glance at the boy’s pale face.