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I was the world's top mercenary, but three days before my wedding, I was ambushed during a covert operation, leaving my legs disabled.
When my fiancé found out, he immediately called off the engagement and ran off hand-in-hand with my best friend Vivienne.
In my moment of despair, it was Commander Garrison who rushed me to the hospital and assembled a team of specialists for consultation.
When he heard that I might never stand again,
He got down on one knee and proposed, confessing he had secretly loved me for years, and that the position of Mrs. Frost belonged to me alone.
Moved by his sincerity in front of everyone, I accepted his proposal on the spot.
Four years into our marriage, I'm eight months pregnant when I accidentally overhear his conversation with the tactical officer:
"Boss, we owe our swift victory to your deal with the Viper Squad, trading Lavender's legs. Soon you'll be able to unify all the organizations!" Garrison smiled with satisfaction after hearing this. "All of that is minor. The most crucial thing is that Vivienne married Tiernan as she wished. Even though I can't be her true love in this lifetime, I'll still clear away all obstacles for her..."
"As for the child in Lavender's womb, we'll send it to Vivienne after it's born. This way, she can truly secure her position in her husband's family."
In that moment, I suddenly awoke from my dream.
It turns out, the marriage I believed in was nothing but a sham.
And the sweetheart I painstakingly carried in my womb was just a stepping stone for someone else.
After wiping away my tears, I sent a text message, "I'll come to be your hostage in three days. Do you want that?"

After the Fall Of a Mercenary Career

I shake my head and look at Garrison, "I don't need the injection. The baby can be born healthy without it."


Garrison's usually gentle face stiffens slightly, a flicker of displeasure flashing in his eyes.


His tone resolute, he says, "No, this is for your own good!"


In the next moment, he forcefully holds down my shoulders. The icy needle pierces my spine, churning relentlessly inside my body.


The pain makes my whole body tremble. As I lose consciousness, the last shred of love in my heart completely vanishes.


When I open my eyes again, it's already deep into the night.


My stomach feels as if it's been filled with lead, unbearably uncomfortable.


Garrison keeps a constant vigil by my side, not moving an inch.


Seeing me awake, his eyes fill with concern.


"Lavender, you're awake. Is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?"


"The doctor says our sweetheart is very healthy. He praised you as the bravest mother in the whole world!"


Garrison looks at me with utter sincerity.


But a bitter smile plays at the corners of my mouth.


I stroke his bloodshot eyes, "I'm fine. You should go get some rest."


Soon, Garrison's sleeping breaths fill the air beside me.


I pick up his spare phone that he left by the pillow - something I've never touched in our four years of marriage.


Sure enough, the password is Vivienne's birthday. The top pinned WeChat account was also labeled "My beloved Vivienne."


Clicking into it, I found it filled with Garrison's heartfelt care and concern,


far more tender than the casual messages he usually sent me.


They expressed their feelings for each other through chat, subtle yet profound.


Of course, Garrison had meticulously saved every single one of these photos in his album, totaling exactly 9,999 pictures.


The album was titled "My One and Only True Love in This Life."


Although I had a premonition, seeing it with my own eyes still felt like a stab to the heart.


Tears of self-mockery rolled down from the corners of my eyes.


The final straw that broke me was his private Moments feed.


It contained records of every little detail about Vivienne, dating back thirteen years.


Garrison even marked her menstrual cycles with red alerts for special reminders.


Meanwhile, I had just gotten married and suffered from severe menstrual cramps due to years of grueling work. When Garrison saw my pale face, he coldly remarked, "Why are you being so affected?" and left.


It wasn't that he didn't know how to care for someone.


He didn't care to show it to me. The next scene unfolds with a chat log that catches my eye.


Dated on the day of my wedding to Garrison, it reads,


"If marrying her will make you happy, then I'm willing to sacrifice."


The man's succinct declaration elicits an emotional response from the woman.


One can't help but marvel at such a grand display of love.


And all that love wasn't meant for Vivienne.


Early the next morning, I'm jolted awake by the sting of a cold needle, tears involuntarily streaming down my face.


I look up to meet Garrison's concerned gaze.


"Lavender, you've been so strong. This is all for our baby, so you won't hold it against me, right?"


"Once the baby's born, I'll make sure they know how incredible their mom was for bringing them into this world."


Garrison's tone is sincere, without a hint of deception.


I can't be bothered to call him out on it.


Once the pain coursing through my body subsides, I nod silently.


Excited, Garrison immediately instructs the nanny to bring in the bird's nest soup prepared for me. Worried it might be too hot, he blows on each spoonful until it's cool enough before feeding it to me.


Chapter 2