My six-year-old son, Zac Quest, deliberately fed me almond cake, which I was allergic to, to make me miscarry. Standing in front of the hospital bed, he hid behind my husband, Sterling Quest, with a long face and refused to admit his mistakes, "Grandma said you won't ever divorce Dad once you give birth to my sister. I don't want you as my mom anymore. I prefer Ms. White!"

Sterling said indifferently, "We'll have other children. Winona... is indeed more fit to raise Zac than you."

Hearing those words, I gave up completely.

The day I was discharged from the hospital, I went back home and cleared out all my belongings. All I left behind was a divorce agreement and a letter disowning Zac.

On the third day of my hospitalization after an induced abortion, I stared blankly at the grayish-white ceiling in silence.

My bulging belly had flattened. My daughter, whom I had been looking forward to for six months, was pulled out by iron tongs.

My heart ached so badly it felt like I couldn't breathe.

Warm tears slid down my hair from the corners of my eyes. I turned my head to look at the woman lying on the hospital bed next to me. She was lucky. From her hospitalization to the birth of her child, all her family members were busy tending to everything.

My husband and son only came once during my three-day hospitalization. Then, they left in a hurry because they had to rush to watch the premiere of Winona White's play.

I received a message. It was a video Winona sent.

The background of the video was a restaurant near the theatre. Winona was still wearing delicate stage makeup. The handsome man sitting beside her, who was cutting steak into small pieces, was my husband of six years—Sterling Quest. We had been married for six years, but he had never taken such good care of me.

The only time was when I got extended gel nails for my birthday. I asked him to peel shrimp for me. As a result, he called my manicurist, who had already gotten off work, to remove my nails right away.

What had Sterling said that day?

"Sienna, do you think it's appropriate for someone of my status to peel shrimp for you? You're already a mother, yet you're still being so dramatic."

He called me, his wife, dramatic. However, he was happy to cut steak for his childhood sweetheart, Winona.

All the excuses boiled down to one thing — I was just not worthy.

I was calm as the video continued to play.

Winona happily ate the steak Sterling fed her. She then raised her fingers adorned with exquisite gel extensions and picked up a piece of broccoli with a fork to feed my son, Zac Quest.

"Ah... Zac, be good. You'll only grow taller by eating vegetables."

Broccoli was Zac's least favorite vegetable.

In the past, he threw a tantrum just because I accidentally placed a small piece of broccoli on his plate. He smashed the plate and cried his heart out.

I eventually had to promise that I would never make broccoli for him again before he was willing to talk to me again.

Now, Zac ate the broccoli Winona gave him with a smile. One by one, he finished the whole bowl of broccoli. His eyes were round and bright as he looked at Winona's camera with trust and joy. "I like Ms. White the most!"

Winona smiled coquettishly and smugly, asking him, "You don't like your mom?"

Zac's delicate face immediately showed disgust, and his tone became vicious. "I hate her! I hate my mom the most. All she does is force me to learn piano and painting. She also forces me to study! I hate her! She's disgusting!"

The son I had carried for months before having a difficult birth was slandering me in front of outsiders. His father just listened quietly and indifferently. All his attention was on Winona.

It seemed I was greedy to ever think I could get the love of this pair of father and son.

Forget it. I was done with such a cold-blooded family!

It rained heavily on the day of my discharge. I was soaked through when I returned to Quest Villa.

As soon as Zac saw me, he covered his nose in disgust. "You reek!"

The summer rain had a muddy smell, but it was not unpleasant. He was saying that just to make Winona smile.

Sure enough, his exaggerated performance made Winona, who was wearing my pajamas, cover her mouth and chuckle softly. Her eyes were brimming with pride and provocation as she looked at me.

I simply ignored her and turned around to go upstairs.

Sterling hurried out of the kitchen, frowning and looking at me with disgust. "Winona put aside work today to spend time with Zac. It's one thing that you're not grateful, but who are you showing that attitude to?"

I stood on the steps, my gaze indifferent. "Yeah, that's why I'm letting her have you. Let's get divorced."

My voice was soft but clear.

A trace of disdain flashed in Sterling's eyes. "Sienna, where did you learn this bad habit? You're always threatening to divorce. Do you think you can threaten me?"

Winona also stood up, speaking in a coquettish voice as she advised me, but she was actually fanning the flames. "Sienna, don't get me wrong. Sterling and I may be childhood sweethearts, but he's a good husband who puts his family first. You should cherish him. How can you threaten him with divorce at every turn?"

Sure enough, Sterling's eyes showed even more disgust toward me after she finished speaking.

I nodded nonchalantly. "You're right, so you can have this man. Cherish him."

After saying that, I turned around and went upstairs, ignoring the secretly delighted Winona and the gloomy-looking Sterling behind me.

I packed everything that belonged to me in the bedroom into the suitcase and put the signed divorce agreement and the mother-son disownment letter on the dressing table. Finally, I took off the wedding ring on my ring finger.

Sterling did not catch up with me. He thought that I was just throwing a tantrum, so he went into the kitchen to continue cooking. He was not good at cooking, but he could learn patiently for Winona.

As for me, he had only ever fed me a bowl of cold oatmeal in the six years of our marriage. He had even bought it from a shop outside.

Winona posted a photo of the table full of delicious food and Sterling's busy figure on social media.

The caption wrote: [There'll always be someone who remembers what your favorite food is.]

Just one minute after the photo was posted, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law eagerly liked it.

My mother-in-law even commented: [Winona's lovable, unlike the woman who married into the family with great effort but is still annoying after six years.]

My sister-in-law also chimed in: [I'll just say it straight. Please marry my brother. His current wife is just not good enough!]

I casually liked the post, but it disappeared when I refreshed the feed again. I did not bother with it and went downstairs with my suitcase.

Seeing me carrying my suitcase, Sterling scolded me coldly, "Winona's social media post was a joke. Do you have to make a fuss?"

Winona's eyes were also red as she gave a crocodile-tear apology. "Sienna, I didn't know you would get jealous. If I had known, I wouldn't have come here today and pissed you off..."

I looked at Sterling calmly and said indifferently, "I've put the divorce agreement on the dresser. See you at the courthouse tomorrow morning."

While we were talking, the cab arrived. I turned around to leave.

Sterling was about to say something, but Zac stopped him. "Let her go!"

He seemed to hate me to the core, his expression showing his disgust for me. He spat at me, pulled off the good luck charm that I spent a lot of effort getting, and threw it at me. "Get lost! Ms. White will be my new mother from now on."

"Okay." I threw the charm into the trash can at the gate, opened the car door, and got in. "Let's go, sir."

The car drove away, leaving Quest Villa far behind.

The reason why the Quest family had always looked down on me was my poor background.

To graduate from university, I worked part-time at Quest Villa as a caretaker, taking care of Sterling's seriously ill grandfather, Henry.

Henry was an antique enthusiast and a renowned archaeologist. Henry and I got along very well because our majors were related. He even wanted to adopt me as his goddaughter and cover all my university tuition fees.

Sterling had just been dumped by Winona at the time. He spent his days racing and drinking heavily, living a muddled life.

I originally had no contact with him because he did not often come home. Even though he and I were studying at the same university, he never knew me. He only went back to visit Henry during the holidays.

It was not until Winona got engaged abroad that he got dead drunk again. I got pregnant with Zac because of his drunken episode. Sterling was nearly beaten to death by Henry after that day.

My marriage to Sterling was also arranged before Henry's death. No matter how Sterling's mother resisted, it was useless.

I was secretly happy when I learned that I was going to marry Sterling. I had been secretly in love with him since I started university. However, Sterling and I slept in separate rooms after our marriage. We just slept together several times a month like it was a task.

Only when something happened with Winona would Sterling drunkenly break into my bedroom and want me passionately.

I got pregnant with our second child on the day of Winona's wedding, but she unexpectedly ran away that night.

At the wedding, she cried and said that her wilfulness had cost her the man she loved the most. She said she had come to her senses and had to return to find him. Thus, she flew back to the country.

When Sterling learned the news, he ran to the airport, ignoring me, who was bruised and battered in bed.

After Winona returned, she gradually took over my marriage and family until my husband and son became her most loyal fans.