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I was aware that Jeremiah didn't care for me, but I never imagined his coworkers would view me in such a manner.

The severe cramps in my stomach prevented me from uttering a sound.

My skin blistered and peeled due to the extreme heat.

The entire team was occupied with putting out the blaze, and no one inquired about my condition.

In a dazed state, I overheard someone nearby exclaim.

"Goodness! There's so much blood on the floor! Is something wrong with Zenith?"

"What's her problem? She's just trying to get Jeremiah's attention. She's been causing a scene for a while now. Just tell him to come check on her!"

However, instead of Jeremiah's concern, I received only his harsh and unforgiving interrogation.

The gloved hand struck my face twice with force.

"Zenith, snap out of it! Stop pretending, I'm right here."

"Have you lost your mind? Did you start the fire and burn yourself for fun?"

Even now, he still believed I had set the fire and was merely acting out of jealousy.

I wanted to explain, but my mouth was too parched to speak.

The pain in my abdomen was unbearable.

I could only reach out and grasp his sleeve, hoping he would understand my plea for help.

But he paused for a moment before pressing hard on my stomach.

"Your performance is quite convincing. If Yvonne hadn't mentioned you hiding after starting the fire, I might have believed you."

After saying this, he turned and left without hesitation.

A moment later, his teammates' exclamations could be heard.

"Jeremiah! Blood! Your wife is bleeding!"

"Could she be having a miscarriage?"

"Don't worry about her. Yvonne said it's just chicken blood. The baby is five months along, it's not that easy to miscarry. Let her act if she wants to."

Following the intense pain, my vision darkened, and I lost consciousness completely.

In my unconscious state, I seemed to return to when I first encountered Jeremiah.

During a campus lecture, his expression was icy, but his exceptional professional skills captivated many female students.

I was no exception. After falling for him instantly, I began gathering information about him.

At the time, I was a novice lecturer on campus, and he barely noticed me.

I worked diligently to catch his eye.

Several months later, I became a full-time employee and treated him to a meal under the guise of gratitude.

I keenly observed that his perception of me had shifted.

I seized this opportunity and pursued him relentlessly.

Flowers, basketball, pastries, coffee.

I spared no expense on gifts.

Eventually, I confessed my feelings, and he accepted them.

I believed it was the start of my happiness, but it turned out to be the beginning of my misery.

After we started dating, he grew increasingly distant. Every time we had plans, he was either swamped with work or called away on an emergency mission.

I never doubted his words until our wedding day.

An email from overseas shattered my beautiful dream.

Yvonne chronicled their decade-long relationship in detail, and every moment of their shared memories pained me.

It became clear that during all those missed appointments, he was spending time with another woman.

What was even more pitiful was that I lacked the courage to confront him.

I feared he might leave me.

In my previous life, when Yvonne passed away, he remained so composed that I thought I had won his heart.

He practically cleared out every maternity and infant store in the city for me and our child.

This sudden outpouring of affection clouded my judgment, and I lost all ability to think rationally.

I didn't realize the truth until the moment I gave birth and died by his hand.

He wasn't trying to love me with all his heart; he was meticulously plotting his revenge.