While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house.

Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face.

My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry.

“Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!”

He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food.

I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery.

But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!”

The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs.

Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.”

But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

“Why isn’t Jane screaming anymore?”

“Sir, do you think… something happened to the madam? She screamed so badly yesterday, and she sounded like she was in serious pain…”

Mark Frank, my husband, took a mouthful of his breakfast and huffed as if he did not agree with the butler. “No one knows Jane better than I do. She was just putting up an act! This time, I’ll teach her a lesson so that she won’t bother Rachel again!”

The butler cast a glance at the attic and stammered, “But the madam is pregnant with twins, and the doctor did say that she needs to be hospitalized ahead of her delivery date for a safe delivery…”

Mark paused while eating his breakfast and relented a little. “Is that so?”

He dug around his bowl for a bit before a hesitant look appeared on his face. “Fine. Have Jane make breakfast for me before she apologizes to Rachel. It’s her delivery date today, so if she delivers a sincere apology, I’ll send her to the hospital.”

He then heated up some milk and went to the guest bedroom.

On the bed was Rachel Foster, and she was breathing evenly. The blanket slid to her shoulders, and her alluring figure was visible.

It made Mark gulp. After staring at her for a long while, he finally looked away before bending down to kiss her.

Rachel opened her eyes slowly and stretched before she pouted and grumbled, “Mark, you’re being incorrigible again.”

Mark spread his legs and had Rachel sit between his arms while he caressed her waist.

“No man can hold himself back when you’re sleeping like this.”

Rachel buried her head in his arms and hummed in contentment. “But Jane is pregnant with your children. I’m a woman, too, so I can’t have you betray her while she’s at her weakest!”

Suddenly, she seemed to have remembered something and said anxiously, “Jane was screaming really loudly last night. Did she give birth? Ah… even if Jane was screaming so badly, I’m jealous. If I could carry your children, no matter how much it hurts during delivery, I’d still be happy.”

Would she still be happy?

I had become a ghost and was drifting around them.

The floor in the attic was covered in blood.

On the walls were deep gashes that were stained with bits of my flesh and nails because I had dug into them in pain.

I had also torn up my lower part to be able to deliver my babies.

After I pulled my first baby out, I found that he was no longer breathing.

At that time, blood gushed out from between my thighs, and the second baby was at the torn opening.

The sticky blood smeared my hair, and I hugged my bloody firstborn as I stopped breathing. My eyes were wide open.

How would Mark react if he saw this?

But he only cared about hugging Rachel right then, and he spoke in a regretful, guilty tone. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let Jane show up in front of you and make you sad. I swear that this will be the last time she’s pregnant with my babies. I won’t let you see another pregnant woman in the house ever again.

“You don’t know this, but she lied to me to make me pity her. She said that the twins were too big, and she was worried that she would have a very difficult labor. She even said the doctor suggested she be hospitalized immediately.

“She managed to survive in the wilderness for three days and nights despite starving, yet she has the galls to tell me that she’s scared about giving birth!”

My heart ached so much pain that I could not breathe.

A pregnant woman’s body was different from an ordinary person’s. Besides, from the moment I was pregnant with the twins, the discomfort from the pregnancy tormented me so much that I was exhausted.

There were a few times when my body was in such horrible condition that I had to be hospitalized in order to save the babies.

When I was locked up in the attic, I did my best to beg Mark to let me out because if I was really locked up for three days, I knew that I was definitely going to die along with my babies.

But Mark said to the butler, “Go and throw the keys into a river. No one is allowed to open the door for Jane. Three days later, I’m going to make her apologize to Rachel!”

In order to survive, I removed the painting on the wall to reach the window behind it. I smashed it at the cost of my hands being reduced to a bloody mess, and I forced it open, even if it meant that my nails were torn.

I endured the searing pain and forced myself to crawl to the eaves outside. I then held onto the tiles for dear life and shimmied my way to another room to escape.

But I saw Mark holding onto Rachel tightly and kissing her in the garden.

They kissed wantonly and looked like they were about to go even further.

Then, Rachel pushed Mark away, looked up, and screamed.

Mark looked up and flew into a rage when he saw that I was trying to escape.

He was sure that I had deliberately shown up in front of Rachel again, so he ordered someone to get a crane. After that, he piloted the boom and pushed it against my stomach to force me back into the attic.

Pain shot up from my stomach, and blood flowed endlessly from between my thighs.

In the end, I held onto my bloody firstborn with my eyes wide open as I took my last breath.

Mark fed Rachel the milk he had brought over for her.

“I already sent someone to bring Jane over to apologize to you. If she’s sincere about it, I’ll have them send her to the hospital. If she’s not, she can give birth in the attic.”

Rachel took small sips of the milk but still choked and coughed so harshly that she teared up. She looked pitiful.

“Mark, you can’t do that to Jane. It’s very dangerous for women when they give birth.”

Mark sighed and stared at Rachel dotingly. “You’re too kind, and that’s why Jane bullies you. Jane is an expert survivalist. Even if she doesn’t have anything to eat or drink, she can still survive for three days. As for you, you’re so weak that you’d even choke on milk.”

He flicked her nose. “How can you say that it’s dangerous for women to give birth? You make it sound like you gave birth before.”

Panic flashed momentarily in Rachel’s eyes, but she immediately lowered her head and said sadly, “Mark, you’re the only one who can see just how frail I am despite the tough front I put on…”

She looked up again, and her eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip to make it look swollen and moist.

She wrapped her hands around Mark’s neck and pushed her body forward against his.

Mark could no longer hold himself back. He panted as he kissed her, and Rachel moaned.

They kissed passionately and touched each other eagerly.

But just before they went all the way, Rachel shoved Mark away.

“You can’t! You have a wife now, and Jane is pregnant with your children. I can’t be a homewrecker!”

Desire burned in Mark’s eyes, and he said hoarsely, “Alright. I won’t ever let your love down. Wait just a little longer, and I’ll be single again. Then, I’ll be worthy of you!”

He planted a longing kiss on her forehead as if he was protecting something precious.

Rachel looked smug.

Mark might not have seen it, but I did.

She did not want to become a homewrecker?

I found that hilarious.

She had approached me repeatedly and boasted to me that even if I was pregnant, I was just giving her babies, and my children were going to end up calling her their mother in the future.

What was that, then?

…

Rachel had moved into my house with the lame excuse that she was sick and had no one to take care of her.

But she flirted with Mark so wantonly at the dining table that even our cook could not stand it and mocked her.

Rachel immediately slandered the cook by saying that she did not clean the vegetables properly, which had caused her gastritis. She even demanded that the cook be fired.

At that time, I had no appetite due to my pregnancy, and only the cook’s meals suited my tastes.

Since I was supposed to be the host, I went to Rachel and said that I could hire another cook for her, but she slapped me.

“It doesn’t matter whether she cooks well or not. What’s important is for her to understand just who the real matriarch of the house is! Jane, I’m telling you right now: Mark will only have one wife, and that’s me!”

In order to prove that the one Mark truly loved was her, she curled up in his arms like a kitten and sobbed while telling him that she was very unfortunate and could not give birth to his children for him.

She then said that she felt sad when I walked around with my pregnant belly.

“I already tried my best to avoid Jane, but I still can’t avoid running into her every day. I should just move out. Living here makes me so sad!”

Mark immediately lost control of his emotions. With an icy face, he slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor.

“You know that Rachel gets upset when she sees pregnant women, but you still walk around in front of her?! What are you plotting?!

“You’re evil! You’re unworthy of being a mother! I’m going to lock you up in the attic and make you suffer for this!”

His bodyguards grabbed my limbs and threw me into the dusty attic.

“The doctors told me to go to the hospital and wait for my delivery! If I go there, she won’t see me!”

I grabbed the door frame and pleaded for him to let me go as I cried.

But Mark only sneered. “If you’re going to lie, at least get your facts straight. Your delivery date is three days away!”

He refused to listen to my pleas and slammed the door shut.

My fingers were jammed against the door, and the sharp pain made my insides wither as I pulled my hand back. I could no longer say anything.

Mark shot me a smug look and locked the attic door.

…

At this moment, they were still being intimate with each other when the butler ran over and panted. His voice was full of panic. “Mrs. Frank… is gone!”

“She’s gone?!”

Mark whipped his head up and looked displeased because the butler had ruined his fun.

The butler wiped his sweat away and said fearfully, “The attic is covered in blood, and Mrs. Frank…”

He could not continue.

Mark straightened out his disheveled shirt.

“What blood? I get it! She’s bleeding because she’s about to deliver, isn’t she? Send her to the hospital.”