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Seven months pregnant, I was stabbed in the abdomen while trying to save my husband, Donavan.
That accident not only cost me my child but also left me unable to conceive due to excessive blood loss.
Donavan wept uncontrollably, vowing to treat me well for the rest of his life and never leave my side.
When faced with the women his mother-in-law tried to push on him, Donavan kicked them all out and immediately had a vasectomy.
He said he could live without children, but he would never betray me.
Everyone in New York City said I had a husband who doted on me to the bone and cherished me like his own life.
Two years later, I caught Donavan having car sex with my pregnant stepsister.
"Brother-in-law, our son is about to be born. When are you going to divorce my sister and marry me?"
Donavan's expression turned cold:
"Seraphina is my only wife. Know your place. Just focus on giving birth to the child. If Seraphina finds out, I won't spare you."
My stepsister pouted, her movements becoming more seductive. Donavan, overcome with desire, pinned her down beneath him. "Little temptress, if you please me well, I will reward you with a few more after you give birth to this one."
So the so-called eternal loyalty and that surgery were nothing but lies to deceive me.
Feeling utterly disheartened, I called the Gevano Family, the wealthiest in Los Angeles:
"I'm willing to marry the deceased young master of Los Angeles. Please help me leave Donavan."

Love and Hate Have Passed, Looking Back on Shattered Dreams

Donavan pulled away from my hand, smiling helplessly:


"Seraphina, don't be silly. How can I not eat? I'd be worried sick if you starved yourself. I promise, I'll buy the noodle soup and come right back. Then I won't go anywhere, I'll just stay with you."


Just as he was about to leave, my phone screen on the bedside table lit up. It was a message from an unknown number.


"Miss Frost, your ID has been canceled. Please come this afternoon......"


Donavan saw it, his expression filled with panic as he looked at me anxiously:


"Seraphina, what ID did you cancel? Where are you going?"


He tried to grab the phone, but I blocked him.


"It's nothing. My ID is about to expire. They're reminding me to go renew it this afternoon. Go buy your soup."


Donavan was still suspicious, but the constant pinging of WeChat messages interrupted his train of thought.


"You need to rest now. Let's go tomorrow, I'll come with you."


Chapter 6