When I woke again, I was already lying in a hospital bed.

The doctor walked over, removed his mask, and said with regret, "Your allergic reaction was severe. During treatment, the baby couldn’t tolerate the medication… We couldn’t save your child."

It felt like my heart plunged into ice. I placed a hand over my stomach as tears streamed down my face.

'I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t protect you.'

At that moment, my phone rang.

Breathless, Ronan said, "I couldn’t leave the game earlier, so I had security send you to the hospital. How are you? Are you and the baby okay?"

So playing basketball with Brynn mattered more to him than our child.

I said nothing.

Suddenly, Brynn's voice came through the phone. "Good boy, what are you standing there for? Hurry back. It’s your turn.

"Calista just fainted because pregnancy makes her sleepy. You know she can fall asleep anywhere. If you ruin the mood again like last time, I won’t play with you anymore."

He quickly ended the call.

"Calista, since you’re awake, you must be fine. I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later."

The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking.

When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone.

By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce.

He didn’t answer.

Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat.

I opened it.

Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

Their friends flooded the comments.

"Just get together already!"

"Forget women. Bros are better. Say you’ll be my new sister-in-law!"

"Totally! Brynn’s way better than his wife. At least she doesn’t kill the mood by doing something stupid like throwing cake."

She replied with a smirking emoji: "You idiots, stop talking nonsense. Ronan is only fit to be my obedient son for life, got it?"

My hands trembled as I exited the group.

I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear.

Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed.

"My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."

One of the men joked, "Hey, why do you two have matching tattoos on your backs? Couple tattoos, huh?"

That was when I saw it—the wing tattoo on Brynn's back matched Ronan's perfectly.

He had once told me he got it when he was young and foolish. So he had already given his heart away long ago. I was the only one left in the dark.

She insisted on another round and lost again.

Someone teased, "So what’s it going to be this time? Top or bottom?"

Ronan suddenly rushed forward and shielded her behind him.

"I’ll take the punishment for her!"

Brynn looked bashful as she slapped his back lightly. "That’s my good boy, always so loyal. Daddy won’t forget this. I’ll reward you properly later."

Just as Ronan reached down and yanked off his underwear, I kicked the door open.

I strode in, grabbed a glass of red wine, and hurled it straight at him. "You scumbag! Our son is dead because of you, and you’re still here flirting with another woman?!"

Brynn immediately shielded him, chin lifted arrogantly. "Calista, what do you think you’re doing? He stood up for me. Anyone who goes after him is going against me."

I let out a cold laugh, picked up another glass, and splashed it across her face. "You’re no better. Look at what you’re wearing. Anyone would think you’re for sale."

Her expression twisted instantly. She clenched her fist and swung at me. "I respected you as his wife before, but don’t push your luck!"

He shoved me hard. "Stop making a scene. And what’s this nonsense about our son being dead? Have you lost your mind? You’ve ruined another perfectly good gathering."

He wrapped an arm around Brynn and called to the others. "Let’s go somewhere else and have fun. Leave her here to cool off."

The group filed out, laughing.

I collapsed onto the cold floor, my heart feeling like countless needles were stabbing into it. I slammed my fist against the ground.

"Ronan, I will make you pay for this!"

The next day, I went to his office with the divorce papers in hand, but I saw Brynn walking out of my office carrying my belongings.

Ronan explained casually, "Calista, you embarrassed her twice. To make it up to her, I gave her your shares and your position as vice president.

"You’re pregnant anyway. You should focus on your health and rest at home. Brynn is someone I trust. She’ll handle the role just fine."

Brynn swaggered up to me and looped her arm around his neck. "Calista, take care of yourself and the baby. Leave Kade Group to us."

My reaction was eerily calm. "Fine by me. Saves me the trouble of resigning. If someone wants to take over a company that’s about to go bankrupt, I couldn’t be happier."

He frowned, pointing toward the reporters nearby. "Today is the day we sign a multibillion-dollar contract with the Virel Consortium. I invited the press to witness this historic moment.

"Don’t talk nonsense just because you have a problem with Brynn. Kade Group is on the rise. Its future is limitless."

At that moment, a man walked in. Ronan's face lit up with surprise.

"President Virel, you came in person?!" He hurried over with Brynn to greet him.

However, the imposing man didn’t even look at them. He flung a medical report straight into his face.

"You did this to my sister, and you still think we’ll do business with you? The partnership is terminated effective immediately."