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I was driving when a tragic accident took my unborn child. Preston happened to pass by with his female colleague in the car. He noticed my blood-stained white dress, blocked his assistant's view, and coldly remarked, "Tough luck. Don't look." Then he drove away quickly.
That evening, while in our bedroom, I discovered an unfamiliar lace bra tucked away in our wardrobe—certainly not mine. I shut the closet and calmly phoned someone. "Mr. Miller, I've decided. I can relocate and start at your firm next week."

Betrayed and Bleeding, From Devoted Wife to Determined Escapee

Since Preston and I began our relationship, I'd consistently baked him a birthday cake annually—always from scratch.


When I caught a glimpse of his phone screen, I instantly recognized who it was for once more.


I'd noticed that small cartoon icon on his device before—it was Penelope's display picture.


I remained silent, causing an eerie stillness in the living area.


However, Preston seemed oblivious to how unreasonable his request had been. He gazed at me, anticipating an affirmative response.


Finally, I just bobbed my head, maintaining a neutral demeanor. "Forward me the image," I stated, rising to my feet. "I'll go purchase the ingredients now."


I reminisced about that meal seven years prior. If Preston hadn't been present... I might not have survived my initial job unharmed.


I took one last look at him, thinking, 'After I complete this cake, I'll be done with him for good.'


I moved towards the exit, feeling the weight in my steps.


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