I'm five months pregnant. One day, I leave the house to do some grocery shopping.

As I wait at a red light, I see a woman kiss my husband. I follow them in shock, snapping to my senses when I hear the screeching of a car's brakes.

I get into an accident and end up comatose, losing my child in the process.

Not only does my husband not care for me, but he even has his lover move in with him proudly.

The moment I wake up, they panic.

The sound of intense panting and an amorous air surrounded me. A soft moan marked the end of that gratifying session between the pair.

From the corner of my eye, I could secretly see the pair intertwined in bed. Agony and weariness crept all over me.

Yet, there was nothing I could do.

The woman on the bed put on a cardigan, then scooted over to my side.

As her sharp nails rubbed against my neck, she asked, "Why are you still keeping her alive? You're not still in love with her, are you?"

My husband, Peter Crawford, crawled out of bed and then smoked a cigarette nonchalantly.

He snapped out of his daze only when his phone rang. After taking a quick glance, he answered his phone attentively, "Mrs. Gibson, is everything okay?"

When the woman heard how Peter addressed his caller, she got back to the side of the bed and blew air at him, titillating him till his breaths began to get a little heavy.

From the other end of the call, my mother asked in a concerned voice, "Are you alright, Peter?"

As he tried to restrain his emotions, Peter answered, "I'm just a little tired after wiping Riley down."

Mom replied in a regretful and worried voice, "Do take care of yourself too. Sorry for troubling you with Riley."

When I heard those words, it filled my heart with sorrow and made tears well up involuntarily.

Peter let out a few coughs and responded, "It's no trouble at all, Mrs. Gibson."

Mom exhaled, then said, "I transferred some money to you again. Just hire a caregiver if you can't handle taking care of her on your own. We will come and visit Riley the day after tomorrow."

Alarmed, Peter flung his cigarette away. "Sure. Don't worry, Mrs. Gibson. I'm here to care for Riley."

After Peter had gotten off the phone with my mother, the woman pressed against him. In a honeyed voice, she asked, "Is something the matter?"

Peter tilted his chin in my direction.

"Help me with looking after her these two days. My in-laws are coming the day after tomorrow, so make sure they don't notice anything amiss."

The woman pouted and grumbled, "You love her that much, don't you?"

Peter tugged at the necklace around the woman's neck helplessly. "This luxury item of yours was bought with my in-laws' money."

The woman beamed in an instant while she leaned against Peter.

"I knew it. You do love me. Do you think that I'm spending a dead person's money, in a way?"

Peter grabbed her by her chin and narrowed his eyes. He remarked, "You have quite a sharp tongue."

Upon realizing that she had almost revealed her true colors, the woman put on a docile act as quickly as she could. "I was just afraid of losing you," she defended.

As Peter put his clothes back on, he said to the woman, "Selena, don't overthink things all the time."

Selena Tanner watched as Peter turned around and entered the toilet.

The gentle smile on her face disappeared slowly. By the time she turned her head to look at me, all she had was a sinister look on her face.

Like a ghoul, she glided to my side. As much as I screamed in my mind with whatever was left of my consciousness, I couldn't move myself physically at all.

She bent forward slowly, speaking to me viciously.

"I can't believe I didn't manage to take you down with one hit. You are a really lucky one!"

The tears in my eyes finally overflowed from the corner of my eyes.

For the first time, a clear realization formed in this muddled head of mine—she was the one who caused my traffic accident.

When Peter came back from work, he acknowledged Selena's greeting toward him.

Then, he instructed Selena to get a towel to wipe me down with it.

Even though Selena was displeased, she had no choice but to obey his instructions.

Peter pulled off his necktie that was restricting him, then walked around the couch to come to me. He pulled a stool over and sat down by my side.

All of a sudden, he stood up and stroked my face gently. "You are still as beautiful as you used to be. I remember when I spent five years sucking up to you to pursue you before finally touching your cold heart.

"Now, it is your turn to experience unrequited love. For some reason, this is thrilling."

In the past, I was the only one he had eyes for. Now, however, his eyes contained a whole plethora of complicated emotions.

He gulped as he brushed his finger across my lips. "You are now like a sleeping beauty," he remarked.

Then, I felt a cooling sensation on my lips.

He was kissing me affectionately.

A few coughs interrupted his tender affection, and he straightened his back. With a gloomy expression, he asked, "What is it?"

While doing her best to hold her anger back, Selena forced a smile on her face. "I'm here to wipe her down."

Peter pursed his lips and took a quick glance at me. In the end, he walked away.

The moment Selena turned her gaze to me, the smile on her face vanished. She sat down on the stool beside me and pulled my arm toward her.

As it had been a while since I moved my arm, my joints cracked the moment she grabbed me.

She placed the hot towel on my arm. In an instant, the area of my skin that the towel came in contact with turned red.

She wiped my arm forcefully as if she was letting all her frustrations out on me. The pain brought tears to my eyes unconsciously.

When she saw the tears streaming down my face, she lifted her hand and gave me one hard pinch on my thigh.

"All you do is put on a pitiful act!"

It seemed this wasn't enough for her to let her frustrations out. She rose to her feet slowly, then picked me up and pretended to wipe down my back for me.

In reality, she then let me go on purpose so that I fell back down on the bed.

The rage swirling in my chest caused my body to quiver. Yet, she misunderstood that to be a sign of fear.

"Afraid, are you? I thought you'd always be on that high pedestal of yours."

She sat back down and let out an extended sigh.

"I've taken your blessings away."

She placed her hand on her lower belly slowly. With a slight grin on her face, she said, "I'm pregnant with your husband's child. Even though they have the same father, my child…"

As she paused, she moved her hand onto my lower belly. "My child will not be as unlucky as yours."

I did not even get a chance to see that five-month-old child of mine before she passed. The moment I thought of her, I felt my blood boil.

My lips trembled uncontrollably. Nevertheless, every curse word I had was stuck at the back of my throat.

Selena curled her lips upward. She acted as though she was victorious and patted my cheek.

"Don't try so hard to get back up. Instead, do your best to leave this world. It'll be a relief to you too. After your death, all your family's assets will become Peter's.

"In the end, my child will inherit them."

My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions.

Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could.

Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback.

She threw the towel aside and opened the door.

A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

Peter emerged from the study and scrutinized Zachary. Zachary clipped his identification to his collar and was about to step in when Peter extended his arm to stop him from doing so.

In an arrogant tone, he questioned, "Why wasn't I informed about this?"

With a composed look, Zachary retrieved a letter of appointment from his backpack.

"You may call the person who appointed me if you have any doubts."

Peter picked up his phone immediately and made an outgoing call. "Mrs. Gibson, there's a man at my door who claims to be a rehabilitation therapist whom you appointed."

Mom answered in a gentle and soft voice, "Yeah. It isn't convenient for us to visit today, so we appointed him to go over. His name is Zachary Jenkins. You may check the letter of appointment."

Peter snatched the letter of appointment from Zachary. After noticing that there weren't any problems with it, he ended the call in a hurry.

Zachary patted his outfit, then indicated to Peter that he wished to enter.

With no longer any reason to stop him, Peter had no choice but to step aside for Zachary to enter.

Zachary took a quick look at Selena, who stuck by Peter's side. She, too, shifted back hastily.

Peter quickly explained, "She's my wife's best friend."

Zachary nodded slightly, then walked slowly over to my side. "Who's caring for Ms. Gibson at the moment?"

Peter took a brief glance at Selena before answering, "We've been looking after her in turns."

Zachary lifted my arm carefully to examine me closely.

Peter looked crestfallen when he saw how close Zachary was to me.

Zachary pulled my sleeves upward, and he furrowed his brows. Tiny red spots could be seen on the inner side of my arm, thanks to Selena's vigorous rubbing earlier.

Peter narrowed his eyes slightly and fixed his gaze on Zachary as he asked, "Dr. Jenkins, aren't you being a little too close to her?"

Zachary turned his head toward Peter, then tugged at his collar slightly. "We are professionals. We won't do anything out of line."

Peter tightened his fists, but he couldn't do anything about Zachary.

Zachary lifted me gently to check on me.

Peter wanted to dash forward to pull us apart, but Selena held him back.

Having already figured out that Peter and Selena were having an affair, Zachary rolled his eyes in silence.

As I leaned into Zachary's warm embrace, I felt my entire body warming up gradually once again. I finally found the strength to utter the words that were stuck at the back of my throat.

Weakly, I whispered into Zachary's ear, "Help… me…"

Zachary turned his head to the side slightly and widened his eyes.

Peter was upset by the sight. He mocked, "Are you stunned because it's been too long since you've last seen a woman?"

I blinked as much as I could to catch Zachary's attention.

He immediately put a pillow up behind me, then brought some water over for me. As the warm water flowed down my throat, I felt my energy coming back to me gradually.

I could feel my limbs again, albeit slowly. Tears of joy flowed down my cheeks.

Peter and Selena stood some distance away, feeling perplexed.

Zachary supported me so that it was easier for me to breathe. After taking a long while to gather myself, I opened my eyes, glanced toward Peter and blurted, "I want a divorce."

Both Peter's and Selena's mouths hung agape.

Peter loosened his grip on his cup, which fell and shattered on the floor.

He walked toward me in disbelief. He asked, "You're… conscious?"

I heaved and replied, "Yes. I want a divorce."

I directed my gaze over to Selena, who retreated like a startled deer.

The pale Selena very well knew what she would lose once I regained consciousness. Once again, I gazed toward Peter, who now had a conflicted expression on his face.

He opened his mouth to speak but ended up remaining silent.

Panic crossed his face once he realized that I had regained complete consciousness.