Chapter 1

Living in a mansion, with food, clothes, and people to serve me.

I've heard this is the dream life for many women.

If only there were a child...

I touched my stomach, sighed, and swallowed the medicine on the bedside table.

Turning back, my husband was already standing at the door.

The murderous gleam in his eyes could kill.

Somehow, he had snatched the medicine from my hand and smashed it on the floor.

[Song Yuran, don't think I'll let this go, trying to get revenge on me? Fine, I have a thousand ways to make you conceive again.]

He left with vicious intent.

I stared at the medicine scattered on the ground, feeling it was still not enough.

If only that sound could explode, piercing a hole through my heart.

I resent that the child didn't take me with him when I miscarried.

The rug thrown out at the entrance hung slanted in a corner.

I knew this was his recent act of rage.

Revenge?

I scoffed.

I don't need his revenge; just living like this, Heaven is already punishing me.

He used to be a light in my dark life.

In college, I was very afraid of men, always feeling they were uncontrollable, creatures driven only by their lower instincts.

I never thought of falling in love, yet my heart did move for a man.

I was appointed as the study committee member, and at that time, Chen Jingxuan was the class monitor.

The class often had activities requiring coordination, and after several such events, I became familiar with him.

Not only was he good academically, but also athletically.

Love is instantaneous; the sun shone on his face, he smiled at me, revealing a row of neat teeth.

In that moment, I was completely captivated.

However, feelings of affection can be hidden.

I thought this admiration would naturally end after graduation, not expecting him to confess to me in the second year, and then pursue me fervently.

No girl could resist such romance during her school years.

We were together like this for almost three years, nearing graduation when my mother learned I had a boyfriend and asked to see a photo.

She said he looked blessed, then inquired about his family background.

I found it difficult to say, but thinking that if marriage was on the horizon, they would need to know eventually, I said it was alright.

My father, sitting nearby, immediately lit up: [How many cattle does his family have?]

My mother immediately gave him a look: [Not everyone is a farmer.]

She turned to me and asked what his family did.

I didn't want them to know too much and said I wasn't quite sure.

Eventually, my mother tried to find some clue from the photo I provided.

Seeing her squinting hard at the picture, trying to discern his background, I pointed to his attire with a smirk.

[These shoes, this outfit, they are all branded.]

She didn't believe it.

I found the clothing on Taobao and showed her the price, and she nodded in belief.

My father chuckled happily nearby.

But that afternoon, my mother came back from the market and urgently pulled me to the back garden.

[Are you planning to marry that boy after you graduate?]

I was shocked as I had just discussed this with him not long ago.

[No way!]

Before I could respond, she declared firmly.

My heart twisted, and my voice couldn't help but tremble: [Why?]

Heartbroken, that day became the most desperate moment of my life.

[No money, are we supposed to use our few acres to support you?]

She looked at me with skeptical eyes: [You've learned to lie, haven't you? Thinking you can trick your mother with some Photoshopped picture!]

She twisted my arm harshly.

[That picture wasn't edited, that's what he wore at the school orientation…]

I didn't finish my sentence; she pointed at my nose: [Break up quickly, or your father will tear you apart.]