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On the night of my engagement to my boyfriend, Goldie slipped razor blades into my drink, causing my throat to be torn and rendering me unable to speak ever again.
My boyfriend not only refused to hold her accountable, but publicly kissed her, causing everyone to mock me.
In my moment of humiliation, my boyfriend's uncle shielded me behind him, beat my boyfriend into the hospital, and avenged me.
He sought out the best doctors for me, took meticulous care of me for three years, and vowed to never let anyone hurt me again.
We naturally ended up getting married.
But on the very day I found out I was pregnant, I accidentally overheard his phone call with my ex-boyfriend.
"Uncle, that was a ruthless move you pulled. Summer probably never dreamed that you'd personally get involved just to keep her from going after Goldie."
"Are you really willing to give up the chance to be with Goldie?"
Zoran gave a bitter laugh, his eyes full of love for another woman:
"It was the only way to trick Summer into giving up on seeking justice. For Goldie's sake, I'd do anything willingly."
"Besides, Goldie loves children so much. I was injured in that car accident years ago and it's very difficult for me to have kids. I don't want to hold her back."
Only then did I realize that what I thought was my salvation had all been a deception.Given that's the case, I tear up the pregnancy report.
He doesn't need to know about this baby either, I'll let them be happy together.

On the Day Of Engagement, I Was Poisoned Mute

With trembling hands, I started to scroll through their chat history.


Only then did I discover that Zoran had instructed someone to replace all my treatment medications with vitamins, and even mixed in drugs that damage the nervous system.


So my dizziness and tinnitus during this period were all because of these drugs.


My heart felt like it was being gnawed by ants, the pain almost suffocating me.


I couldn't bear to read any further. I took out my phone, snapped some photos, and immediately shut down the computer.


A dull ache throbbed in my lower abdomen, as if the baby could sense its mother's distress and was starting to feel uneasy too.


Ever since Zoran's injury left him with weak sperm, he had been obsessed with having a child.


Unable to bear seeing him upset, I had endured countless injections and medications for him, sparing no effort to finally conceive this baby.


But he doesn't deserve it. He deserves to die without an heir!


Taking a deep breath, I made a call to schedule an abortion.


The clinic quickly sent me forms to fill out my information.


"Darling, what are you doing? What abortion procedure?"


I cleared the information and gestured nonchalantly:


"It's nothing, just spam." He didn't think much, taking my hand and pressing it against his cheek, his face etched with guilt:


"I'm sorry, darling. I've lost my ability to have children. I can't give you a baby. Will you resent me for it?"


I keenly noticed his gaze passing through me, as if he were asking someone else. My stomach churned.


But on the surface, I smiled and shook my head.


His eyes lit up, and he hugged me tenderly, full of sympathy:


"Although the doctor said your injuries are too severe and you may never be able to speak again, it doesn't matter. You still have me. I'll be by your side forever."


If I hadn't heard those words with my own ears.


I might have truly lost myself, becoming mentally unstable under his manipulation, living my entire life in the dark.


"Darling, tomorrow is the anniversary of Mom and Dad's passing. I've already bought everything. We'll go pay our respects to them tomorrow."


Hearing the words "Mom and Dad," I mustered what energy I could, nodding heavily.


The next day, we went to visit Mom and Dad's graves. As soon as I saw their photos at the tombstone, the grief I had suppressed for so long finally broke through. Tears instantly flooded my eyes. Unable to see Zoran return after he left to retrieve items from the car, I furrowed my brow and headed towards the parking area. Just as I rounded a corner, I stumbled upon two figures locked in an embrace.


"Zoran, I know everything you've done for me. We weren't meant to be in this lifetime, but I'll save the next one for you, okay?"


Zoran held Goldie like a precious treasure, his eyes brimming with genuine tenderness as he softly replied, "Okay."


They clung to each other, oblivious to their surroundings, making promises about their next life. They seemed to have forgotten they were in a cemetery, not to mention their married status.


I didn't even notice as my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood.


Without disturbing them, I turned and left.


No sooner had I arranged the items from the car at my parents' grave than I was suddenly kicked aside.


Looking up, I met Goldie's gentle, seemingly harmless smile.


"Summer, bet you didn't expect me to be released so soon, huh?"


"What kind of tricks did you pull? His heart belongs to me, yet he told me to stay away from you!"


Chapter 3