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The hands that once risked everything for Gunner were nearly shattered by an opponent on the field.
Gunner was personally tending to my female opponent's sprained ankle.
The lips Gunner once praised as so kissable were now bloodied and missing teeth.
Gunner was savoring the taste of my female opponent's lipstick.
Finally, I stopped struggling to defend myself, allowing my opponent's fists to strike my slightly protruding belly.
When the blood flowing from my lower body stained the entire arena red, Gunner finally realized something was wrong and ran towards me like a madman.
Later, Gunner, who had never been superstitious, went completely insane.
He knelt in every church in the city, begging just to see his deceased wife and child one last time.

I Was Beaten and Miscarried, Then He Went Insane

Who would have thought, they said with disgust, "Playing the saint after being a whore! Everyone knows Mr. Frost spent $50 million to rig the championship. If not you, then who?"


I stood there stunned, at a loss for words.


I wanted to argue, but didn't know where to begin.


Standing there in the cold wind for ten minutes, until Gunner came down to find me, wrapping me in his warm coat.


"Why are you standing here in the wind? Jolene, are you unhappy? If it's about the competition, we don't have to do it, okay?"


This was the second time Gunner tried to persuade me to withdraw from the competition.


Still under the guise of caring for me and having my best interests at heart.


I feigned disappointment, "But I really want to win the championship. How about you just rig it for me?"


Gunner's hand, which was stroking my hair, paused slightly.


His voice was a bit hoarse, "Jolene, have you forgotten? You once made me swear never to interfere with your competitions. You said if you ever found out, you'd leave me forever."


Of course I hadn't forgotten. I just wanted to give the child in my belly a chance.


"So, is there anything you want to tell me?"


Before he could answer, Gunner's phone rang.


"Mr. Frost, there's been an earthquake at the snow event site. The situation is critical!""Jolene, I need to go handle some work!"


Gunner's face looked urgent as he draped his coat over my shoulders before hurrying away.


I let out a bitter laugh. Snow project?


As one of the group's shareholders, I'd never heard of any snow project.


Snowdrop, snow project - such an obvious code...


I opened the auto-call function and sure enough, heard Snowdrop's voice again.


"Mr. Frost, my tummy hurts so bad. I think our little sweetheart is kicking me. Want to feel?"


"You little temptress, I know you're just faking it! Need to be taught a lesson?"


"I heard that during pregnancy, it feels even tighter. Want to try?"


Her response was met with the rustling of clothes and the man's low, ragged breathing.


I hung up the phone and slowly walked away.


That warm coat was left behind forever in the snow.


In three days' time, I fought tooth and nail to make it to the finals, my body covered in countless hidden injuries.


But my opponent for the championship title was Snowdrop, who Gunner had protected so well.


Her rivals always seemed to forfeit right before each match.


The warm-up match was imminent. I silently put on my gloves, while Snowdrop deliberately pulled down her tight boxing outfit, revealing more love marks.


"Did you see the photos and audio I sent you? Mr. Frost is really well-endowed. He leaves me bedridden every day."


"He also said that once I give birth to his child, he'll come clean to you. He doesn't want his own child to become a bastard too."


Hearing this, my punches became more fierce and rapid.


One punch after another, forcing her to constantly dodge and flee.


"Jolene, you butch! Not only are you unfeminine, but you're also a hen that can't lay eggs! Do you think he actually likes you?"


"Deluding yourself won't help! The championship will be mine!"


I shot back at her, "If you want the championship, beat me first!"


After taking too many hits, Snowdrop's eyes turned vicious. She suddenly charged at me.


Before I could react, Snowdrop took me down with her, falling from the platform over six feet high.


As we fell, I caught a glimpse of Gunner's panicked figure.


I saw him rush towards Snowdrop without hesitation.


I only had time to protect my abdomen before my spine hit the ground. The heavy impact made tears burst from my eyes. On the other side, Gunner caught Snowdrop just in time, but Snowdrop still twisted her ankle, crying tearfully with a face streaked with tears.


Chapter 3