"Sharon, you didn't seriously think Troy could marry two women, did you? And if I don't go along with it, you're just going to kick me out?" I continued.

Sharon pressed her lips together, glaring at me, silent.

I froze, taken aback. Did I just hit the mark?

Stacy straightened her back, turning away from me. There was no way she didn't know anything about Sharon's plan.

Suddenly, I burst out laughing, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess. Turns out you caused the problem."

Gritting my teeth, I continued, "Let me make this clear, it's never going to happen!"

Troy tried again to explain, "Honey, I swear I didn't do anything to betray you."

I slapped him hard across the face, and tears began to fall uncontrollably from my eyes. "You really make me sick."

"How dare you hit my dad!" Jude screamed and charged at me, his small head slamming into my stomach.

I was caught off guard and knocked to the ground, landing in a pile of shattered ceramics. The pain made my face turn pale.

Sharon stepped forward but then stopped, looking away as if she didn't see me.

Troy quickly pulled Jude behind him, seeming to fear that I would retaliate. Trembling, he asked, "Diane! Diane, are you alright?"

Clutching my stomach, I said calmly, "Call an ambulance, my stomach hurts."

Sharon scoffed, "Yeah sure, just keep pretending."

A wave of blood suddenly spilled from beneath me, and I gasped for air, "I-I think I'm having a miscarriage. Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

Sharon froze in place.

"Diane!" Troy scooped me up and bolted outside like a madman, his voice shaking with fear. "It's going to be okay. You and the baby will both be fine."

I turned my head to look. Stacy was holding onto Jude tightly, her eyes overflowing with hatred.

The doctor managed to stop the bleeding and cleared away the broken ceramic pieces from my back.

Holding a freshly printed ultrasound, I carefully examined the tiny, bean-sized spot in the middle. It was my baby.

The doctor cautioned Troy, "She's pregnant—so she can't be making jarring movements, overexert herself, or go through intense emotional stress."

Troy nodded repeatedly.

After the doctor left, Troy came over and crouched by my bed. Holding my hand, he said in a voice choked with emotion, "Honey, we're going to have a baby."

I coldly yanked my hand out of his grasp. "This is my baby—it has nothing to do with you."

I had always loved children. Troy and I tried over and over to conceive, but to no avail.

Because of that, Sharon went from being distant to openly resentful. She once mocked me to my face, saying I was just a useless woman who couldn't even have kids.

Stacy, on the other hand, had Jude—which was why Sharon constantly favored and protected her.

Troy kissed my hand. "Honey, don't divorce me, please! I'll put you and the baby first from now on.

"If you don't want me to go to Stacy, then I won't go. We'll live happily ever after from now on. Honey, I love you!"

His heartfelt speech was cut off by the sound of a camera shutter.

Tristan Hardy, tall and slender, leaned against the door frame. After putting down his phone, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, don't mind me. I just haven't seen such great acting in a while. Please continue."

Troy gritted his teeth. "Do you want a death wish or something?"

Over the next few days, Troy barely left my side at the hospital, even though I kept trying to push him away. Wherever I went, he was right there, carefully supporting me.

He was deathly afraid that Tristan would swoop in the second he let his guard down.

Tristan trailed behind us, all nonchalant as he said, "You sure you've got this? If not, I'm happy to step in."

Troy helped me to the bathroom. When I came out, I couldn't find him anywhere. It was then that I received a text from Stacy.

"You'll never win against me."

I took a deep breath, a sense of relief washing over me. Finally, that disgusting trash was gone.

"Since you like trash so much, you can have him."

Tristan walked over and gently placed his hand on my stomach. "Hey Baby, Daddy's here."