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At my third wedding to Alec, he slapped me hard across the face in front of everyone.
"How could I possibly marry you?!"
"Where's Scarlett?!"
Alec, who had been gazing at me lovingly just a moment ago, now shouted in anger.
I immediately realized his intermittent amnesia had struck again.
So I gently tried to calm him, my seven-month pregnant belly hidden beneath my wedding dress.
But he kicked me violently in my swollen abdomen.
I collapsed on the spot, bleeding profusely.
As I lay dying, my mother-in-law rushed me to the hospital for emergency treatment.
At the hospital, I desperately gave birth to a baby boy, only to hear more devastating news.
"Serenity, your parents were killed in a car crash... Scarlett was driving."
"Alec plans to be her defense attorney."
In disbelief, I frantically called Alec to confirm.
His voice was cold and detached.
"It was your disabled parents who were driving the wrong way. How can you blame Scarlett?"
"If you want to blame someone, blame them for being disabled and still insisting on coming to New York City."