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Seven months pregnant, I accidentally fell into the sea while sitting on a yacht, causing my water to break prematurely.
Zoran leaped into the water without hesitation to rescue me.
However, unexpectedly, the yacht entered the open sea and experienced violent turbulence. The baby died shortly after being born.
I fainted on the spot, and in the middle of the night, I heard the cry of an infant outside my door.
Following the sound, I saw Zoran and the doctor looking at me in terror. He tentatively called out to me, but I didn't respond.
Zoran immediately breathed a sigh of relief, mistakenly believing I was having an episode.
"It's alright, Serenity's sleepwalking again. She's had this problem for years, it happens often."
"You scared me to death. I thought Serenity came out because she heard the crying in the video. But you're really heartless, aren't you? After all, she's your own daughter. Don't you feel bad about feeding her to the fish?"
"I promised Primrose I would only have children with her. I've already broken my word by letting Serenity get pregnant. How could I make things worse?"
"Only Primrose's children are fit to be heirs to the Harrington Family."
So, it was all my wishful thinking. My happiness was nothing but a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch.
If that's how it is, what reason do I have to stay?

Love and Hate Cut to the Bone, With Nowhere to Turn

I'm immersed in grief, unable to expose Zoran's deception as he leads me back onto the yacht.


I know it's my daughter. It has to be. No mother could fail to recognize her own child's voice.


As usual, Zoran starts up the prenatal education app for me. He tells me to remember today's story to share with Melody tomorrow, saying Melody will surely like me.


Zoran falls asleep, but I'm wide awake.


I can't help but open my laptop to look at my daughter's ultrasound images.


I once waited for her arrival with such hope, never imagining her birthday would become the day of her death.


She could have been a carefree little girl, but just because she stood in the way of Primrose's son, she was cruelly abandoned by her own father.


As I stare at the images, tears start to fall uncontrollably, feeling hot against my cold hands.


So this is what it feels like when your heart dies.


As I move the mouse, a strange software catches my eye. It's something Zoran developed three years ago.


For some reason, it was never released. As if possessed, I click on it.


The software requires a password to unlock. My birthday, Zoran's birthday, our wedding anniversary - none of them work...


Finally, Zoran's face unlocks it.It turns out this software was developed by Zoran specifically for Primrose, with only the two of them as users.


The software has a 1000MB memory limit, filled with countless photos and chat records...


"Zoran, I know I'm not worthy of marrying into the Harrington family. If you marry Miss Langdon, I won't resent you. I'll just keep on loving you."


Apparently, they had been together for three years already.


"Primrose, you'll always be my pure love. I promise you, our child will be the sole heir to the Harrington family."


"I will never allow anyone to challenge his position, even if that person is my own daughter."


Zoran would tell stories to their son. All those days and nights away on business trips were spent with Primrose's son.


For me, he's always busy, has no time, needs to work for the Harrington Family.


For Primrose, he suddenly has time, isn't busy anymore.


They happily discuss which prenatal story made their son move the most while listening.And so it was recorded, while for my daughter, she could only listen to a storytelling machine.


Feeling a father's love through cold software, whenever I wanted Zoran to tell a story, all I got was:


"A fetus hears everything the same, it's just about hearing a sound. It doesn't have to be me telling it, and besides, I'm very tired. I have a business trip tomorrow. Be good, our sweetheart will surely understand her daddy, won't she?"


In the past, I was too understanding of him.


That's why I saved up so many ultrasound pictures, not wanting him to miss out on our daughter's growth.


He came up with so many names for their son.


"How about Jinsuo? It means wise and studious. Or Junyi, meaning handsome appearance and outstanding talent. Actually, any name would be fine. A son who takes after you would surely be smart and kind."


"Let's just call her Melody. As long as she grows up healthy, that's all that matters."


My daughter died nameless, which is just as well. Zoran doesn't deserve to name her.


The grief stabbed into my heart, unbearably painful, but I had promised Mrs. Harrington that I would never divorce Zoran.


Chapter 3