Savannah wiped away her tears and stood up.

"You wanted me to see that video you uploaded, didn't you? You couldn't just keep it hidden. You had to show off your vanity, and now you've made sure I had no choice but to see it."

Brielle snickered. "You've finally figured it out. You're much sharper than you were a few years ago. I've never understood it. Both of us are sponsored by Grandpa Finnley, yet you and Camden have everything handed to you while I'm not even allowed to study abroad."

She then deliberately flashed the pink diamond ring on her finger and flaunted it. "Wyatt let me choose between a brooch and a ring. Since I picked the ring, the brooch must be with you, right?"

Only then did Savannah realize the brooch Wyatt had given her before bed was nothing more than Brielle's leftover choice.

Not that she cared. In the end, it would meet the same fate as all the designer bags and jewelry she was going to sell off to fund her plans to leave the country.

"We were both orphans, but everything I longed for came to you effortlessly. Now, it's your turn to experience the same. But that's not all, Savannah. I'm going to make you lose everything."

With an unreadable smile, Brielle suddenly grabbed Savannah's wrist. Savannah instinctively tried to pull away, but Brielle jerked her arm hard and fell backward.

They were standing at the top of the stairs, and there were no safety railings. The next instant, both of them lost their balance, screaming as they crashed down the steps.

Blood pooled beneath Savannah, soaking into the floor in an eerie spread of red.

Wyatt was the first to hear the commotion. He saw Savannah and asked, "What are you doing awake?"

Just as he wanted to approach her, he was interrupted by Brielle's voice.

"Wyatt... my chest... it hurts so much..."

Wyatt snapped back to his senses and spotted pale-looking Brielle lying on the floor beside Savannah.

Frantically, he ran to her side and carefully lifted her into his arms. He comforted her nonstop, saying, "Brielle, it's okay. I'm taking you to the hospital right now!"

His voice quivered with panic and concern.

Meanwhile, Camden also noticed Brielle's frail condition and hurriedly dialed 911.

Savannah was writhing on the floor and whimpering in pain. She wanted to call for help, but the pain was so overwhelming that no sound escaped her lips.

Just then, Chase rushed over as well, his face filled with worry and fear. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he ran straight to Brielle's side and cried, "Mommy, what's wrong? Does it hurt?"

All he could think of was that Wyatt had told him he had to protect Brielle and never let anyone bully her. He ran over to Savannah and kicked her twice.

"You're evil! Why… Why did you bully my mommy?"

A chill ran through Savannah's veins as she watched her child, the one she had carried in her womb for ten months, turn against her to protect Brielle.

It was then that Wyatt finally noticed Savannah's condition. He merely glanced at her before barking orders, "She's bleeding! Get her to the hospital. Brielle's situation is urgent. I'll take her first!"

Then, he scooped Brielle up and left without looking back.

In the hospital, Savannah was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. Her mind was clouded, and all she could hear was the doctor saying, "Her condition is critical. We need family consent for the surgery."

A distraught Wyatt rushed in. Thinking Savannah was unconscious, he signed the necessary papers, told the doctor to save the baby even if it would cost her her life, and then rushed off again to tend to Brielle.

When Savannah finally opened her eyes, the doctor said with relief, "You're lucky. A moment longer, and it could have been a double loss. Fortunately, both you and the baby are fine."

Savannah stared blankly at the ceiling as the irony of it all sank in. The baby, who had fallen with her down the stairs, was miraculously unharmed.

Yet, she remembered Wyatt's words when he had signed the papers. His sole concern had been the baby's survival. It didn't matter at all to him whether she lived.

Savannah touched her belly as a bitter smile curled on her lips.

To keep up his facade as a caring husband, Wyatt soon appeared with a flask of soup and pretended to be worried. "Sav, tell me what happened. Why did you push Brielle down the stairs?"

Savannah sneered at his attempt to shift the blame.

"I was about to ask you why you were celebrating Brielle's birthday at our place behind my back. And what exactly did you put in my milk?"

Wyatt tugged her hand to his chest and explained, "Baby, I wasn't doing anything behind your back. It's just Camden. You know how obsessed he is with Brielle. Remember what he did to you… Anyway, a problem with the venue for her birthday forced us to host it at our place."

"Then why is Chase calling her 'Mommy'? Where did my son get another mother from?"

Wyatt said, "Well, Brielle has a heart condition, and she can't have kids. Camden asked if Chase could agree to have her as his godmother. I didn't tell you because of your history with her."

Watching him lie so effortlessly, Savannah couldn't begin to imagine how long she had been deceived.

"Then tell me, why did you choose to take Brielle to the hospital first instead of me? Why weren't you worried about me at all?

Her relentless questioning left Wyatt struggling for a response. Flustered, he could only say, "Savannah, I know I messed up. Please, just forgive me."

Savannah yanked her hand back with an unwavering look. She wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Cornered by her persistence and unable to continue the facade, Wyatt finally snapped in frustration. His voice rose as his anger took over.

"Don't you know Brielle has a heart condition? If we hadn't gotten her to the hospital in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable! You knew her condition and pushed her down the stairs. She's a public figure and not a housewife like you. Everything she does is under scrutiny!

"If something serious had happened to her in our home, do you have any idea what the fallout would be? You'd better publicly apologize to Brielle after this!"

Savannah's eyes turned red-rimmed, and her voice became sharp and trembling. "Apologize to her? Not in a million years! I didn't lay a hand on her!"

Brielle was a celebrity, whereas Savannah was nothing but a housewife. However, this was only because she had sacrificed her thriving career for Wyatt.

Wyatt, however, was done pretending. His voice turned icy and thick with hatred as he said, "Everyone saw it. You've held a grudge against Brielle for years. Jealousy got the better of you, and you pushed her down the stairs. You will apologize to her!"

Savannah's resolve hardened, and she knocked the flask of soup he'd brought, spilling it across the floor.

Wyatt's face fell, and he stepped closer.

With a sudden yank, Savannah was dragged off without warning. Her knees slammed hard against the floor with a dull thud, and the sharp pain made her gasp instinctively.

But Wyatt showed no sign of stopping. His grip was so tight that it felt like he was trying to crush Savannah's bones as he dragged her toward the door with brute force.

Savannah's hair was disheveled from the struggle. While she fought back, she cried out again and again, her voice desperate and hoarse.

"Let go of me! You're insane! I didn't push her. I didn't!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears as Wyatt hauled her down the hall until they reached Brielle's ward. Inside, Camden was feeding Brielle soup from a flask identical to the one Wyatt had brought earlier.

So the soup had been made especially for Brielle. Savannah had just been an afterthought.

Brielle looked down at Savannah from her high pedestal. "Wyatt, I know Savannah pushed me down the stairs out of jealousy, but you don't have to go this far. She's pregnant, after all."

"No. She has to apologize for what she did!"

Ignoring Savannah's discomfort, Wyatt grabbed her neck and forced her to bow her head.

"Apologize now!"

"I told you, I didn't do it!"

Camden chimed in, "Uncle Wyatt, that’s enough. Don't forget she's pregnant…"

His words trailed off, but everyone understood what was unsaid.

The reminder made Wyatt pause, and he realized he was being impulsive. Savannah was still carrying his and Brielle's child. As much as he was furious, he had to keep up the appearance of a loving husband.

Brielle added pretentiously, "Savannah, don't blame Wyatt. He's just acting on impulse."

Savannah felt sick as she watched the three of them play their roles so seamlessly. She pushed herself up from the floor and stormed out of the room.

Later that night, Brielle slipped into Savannah's ward and sized up her belly.

Savannah quietly switched on a voice recorder.

Brielle smirked coldly. She didn't have to keep up her pretense now that they were alone. She revealed her true colors and confessed, "Camden and Wyatt... I want them both!"