After leaving the hospital, I headed to the office instead of going home.

I had worked as a jewelry designer at Frank's company for seven years and created numerous popular products for the company. I needed to retrieve some of the creative data that was still stored on my work computer.

However, after returning to the company, I realized that my workstation was covered with someone else's belongings.

The personal belongings I had placed on my desk had all been tossed into a tattered cardboard box in the corner.

I stopped a passing colleague, Timothy Elston, and asked blankly, "What's going on? Why has my workstation been occupied by someone else?"

Timothy replied, "Mr. Winston said that since you were pregnant, he'd let Ms. Scott take over your workstation while you were on maternity leave. Ms. Scott has also taken over as the company's creative director."

I was instantly frozen in place. Frank had never brought this up with me.

Timothy did not notice my reaction and continued without care, "Ms. Scott treats us all very well, and she's also very talented. The Sky's Heart necklace, which she newly designed, has been very well-received lately."

I immediately felt blood rushing to my head upon hearing the necklace's name.

Sky's Heart was evidently my design—my favorite design, in fact.

It was the product of countless revisions and two full years' worth of blood, sweat, and tears.

Additionally, the reason I had designed the necklace was because I hoped to one day give it to my child after they were born.

I looked at the pamphlet displaying the necklace inlaid with an aquamarine gem. The designer's name was clearly printed in the bottom right corner—Johanna Scott.

She had blatantly stolen my work just like that.

I shakily made a call to Frank.

Before he could say anything, I couldn't help but ask loudly, "Why didn't you tell me you'd given Johanna my job? She stole my necklace design! That's my work!"

Even though I was shouting at the top of my lungs, Frank simply sighed in annoyance. "Why must you be so petty? No matter who gets credited for the design, the profits from it belong to the company all the same.

"Moreover, you're pregnant and on maternity leave. Johanna's naturally just helping you finish up your remaining work so you can have a good rest."

I heard how choked up my own voice sounded, and my hand wouldn't stop trembling around my phone. "Is that so? That's two years of my blood, sweat, and tears, Frank! It's the present I'd prepared for our child!"

He rudely interrupted me. "Enough. What matters most right now is for you to take good care of the baby and stop worrying about unimportant matters like this."

He then hung up heartlessly.

Take good care of the baby. That was what Frank said.

I couldn't help but smile as I caressed my flat stomach.

He was still unaware that he had already effectively killed our child.

I gazed at the necklace that originally belonged to me, swallowed down my bitterness, and went to the company's HR department.

"Excuse me. I'd like to resign from the company."

I returned to Frank's villa and started packing my things. After being married to him for seven years, our house was filled with memories of our time together.

Yet, when I made the decision to leave, I realized there were very few things here that belonged to me.

At that moment, I noticed a commotion outside the villa.

Frank was back, and Johanna was with him. They entered the villa while bantering playfully with each other.

When Frank saw me, he casually told me about Johanna. "Johanna said that she studied medicine before and knows a lot about prenatal care, babe. She'll be staying at the villa to take care of you during this time."

I pursed my lips. "I don't need anyone to take care of me."

My child was gone, so why would I need prenatal care?

Frank assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and grabbed my hand with a frown. "Can you please stop making a fuss? It's just a necklace, right? Once the child is born, I can buy you as many as you want."

On cue, Johanna chimed in with a soft, aggrieved tone, "Do you not like me, Mrs. Winston? It's alright. I won't ever appear in front of you two again then…"

When he heard that she was leaving, Frank immediately grew anxious. "Johanna is such a kind-hearted person. Why are you so unreasonable, compared to her?"

He then quickly started trying to cheer Johanna up, completely disregarding the fact that his actual wife was standing right next to him.

I didn't want to deal with them anymore, so I turned to leave.

In the end, Johanna started staying in our villa as a nurse.

When Frank knocked on my bedroom door that night, I deliberately turned off the lights and pretended to be asleep.

Still, he came into the room and murmured in my ear, "Don't be angry anymore, alright, babe? I'll tell Johanna about the necklace and get her to name you as the designer instead. I'll also hold a new banquet next weekend and announce you as my wife then and there."

It just so happened that I would be leaving next weekend, but I didn't respond.

The lights were off, so he didn't notice that my room had been tidied up. He simply stood by my side for a long while before leaving.

Soon afterward, my phone chimed again. Johanna had gone to the trouble of recording a voice message for me.

"Of course. I can give her credit for the necklace, but… you'll have to compensate me well. You know…"

It was quickly followed by quick and labored breathing.

I gritted my teeth and turned off my phone, then pulled the blankets over my head. I wasn't going to listen to those nauseating sounds.

I didn't expect Johanna's stay at the villa to be absolute hell for me.

She was clumsy and would sometimes accidentally spill freshly boiled soup on me.

She would offer to give me a massage, but she would deliberately press hard on my stomach every time, making me grit my teeth in agony.

She also prepared the foods I hated the most.

After she accidentally spilled an entire glass of ice water on me again, I finally reached my limit and stood up to slap her harshly.

Unexpectedly, Frank happened to come in at that very moment and witness this.

He immediately rushed forward to protect Johanna. He cradled her swollen cheek in distress, then turned to me with a stormy expression. "Apologize to her, Darcy."

I just found the situation ridiculous. "She was the one who splashed water on me. Why should I apologize to her?"

Furthermore, I still had burn scars on my legs from the last time she scalded me with boiling soup.

Frank's expression darkened further at my refusal. He just grabbed me by the wrist and forcefully dragged me over to Johanna.

"If you don't apologize to her today, you can forget about being named as the designer of that necklace."

I turned pale and bit my lip. I knew Frank was being serious about this.

He always kept to his word and treated everyone in the company equally. Even when I made a mistake at work, he would always criticize and punish me accordingly.

He always kept our marriage a secret because he was worried about showing partial treatment at the company.

Despite his insistence on impartiality, he made Johanna his personal assistant on her first day at the company. He had also given her the creative director position I had spent five years working for.

He could treat everyone, including me, with impartiality.

Yet, he was biased toward Johanna when I was clearly the person he had been married to for seven years.

I closed my eyes in suffering before finally saying reluctantly to Johanna, "Sorry."

I saw her smile faintly before quickly putting on a feeble expression. "It's alright, Ms. Cowell. I forgive you. I'm also willing to give you all the credit for the necklace."

Frank glared at me out of the corner of his eye, then looked down at the overturned glass of water.

"Get someone to clean it up. Watch out since you're pregnant. Still, you should really learn from Johanna's generosity."

He then left with Johanna.

I watched their retreating backs as I silently cleared the water and glass shards from the floor. In the end, I accidentally cut my finger on the shards.

At that moment, I suddenly received a message from the company's HR department. "Your resignation has been approved, Ms. Cowell. We wish you a happy life in the future."