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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

"Zoran, no wonder you'd rather give your shares to me, darling. Turns out she knew all along you had a side piece."


Zoran's face turned ashen at her words.


Goldie, still oblivious to the situation, angrily clutched Mr. Carlisle and shouted, "Who do you think you are! How dare you speak to Zoran like that!"


Mr. Carlisle's expression darkened. Ignoring Goldie's shrieks, he turned and called security to throw both her and Zoran out.


The private investigator vividly described the scene to me: "Miss Langdon, you should've seen their faces when they were kicked out. It was hilarious."


I glanced at the messages sent by the private investigator and only replied with one sentence: "Keep watching them."


I forwarded all the leads and photos the private investigator had gathered for me to my lawyer. Then, with a glimmer of hope, I went to a nearby hospital for a check-up.


Chapter 7