Chapter 4

Her eyes rolled around wildly, and then, as though she had come up with something, she pointed at me with a pitiful expression.

“Zoe, I know you’re angry that I posted that update. You’re mad that I’m carrying Jeremy's child, but there’s no reason for you to curse your own baby or use a fake termination report to lie!”

“If you’d really had a miscarriage, your lower belly would be flat. How could it still look so full? Misfortune shouldn’t touch innocent children. As a mother, I am deeply ashamed of you using a child to compete for affection!”

I was wearing loose hospital clothes, and my belly was wrapped in thick bandages. It did look slightly rounded, almost like I was still pregnant.

“Jeremy, don’t listen to Molly’s nonsense. The child has already…”

Before I could finish, his hand slammed across my face. The burning pain shot through me.

I looked up and met his eyes, filled with rage.

“Zoe, you’re utterly unreasonable! You’ve thrown away all sense of principle just to compete for attention! You would even curse your own child to win favor!”

“As a mother, why can’t you show even a little empathy for Molly? Must you destroy her and her unborn child to satisfy yourself?”

“How could I have not noticed how cruel you are before? Zoe, you’ve disappointed me beyond words!”

Ha! The one who should be disappointed is me.

Jeremy constantly claimed he loved me, yet a few words of Molly were enough to make him question my character.

He said I did not trust him. When had he ever truly trusted me? He knew how precious my unborn child was to me. There was no way I would joke about the baby!

“Jeremy, the child is already gone. My belly looks swollen because of the bandages on my injury…”

I was about to lift my shirt to prove it.

At that moment, Molly clutched her stomach, pretending to be weak, and leaned helplessly into Jeremy’s arms.

“Jeremy, my stomach hurts so much…”

Jeremy, usually so composed and self-assured, was thrown completely off balance. He scooped Molly up in his arms, gave me a cold, dismissive glance, muttered “unreasonable,” and carried her off to see the doctor.

Once again, I was left behind.

At that moment, my heart completely broke.

I wiped away my tears and went to the crematorium to lay my child to rest.

‘My baby, Mommy could not protect you. Go peacefully, and if fate allows, I hope one day you’ll return to me and choose me as your mother…’

After leaving the crematorium, I went to a law office to have a divorce agreement drafted. I brought the papers home, ready to get Jeremy to sign.

The moment I stepped inside, I saw Molly lounging lazily on the sofa. There was Jeremy, the man with a notorious obsession with cleanliness, sitting beside her, peeling grapes with meticulous care, and feeding them to her one by one.

Back then, seeing this would have made me furious. Yet I felt nothing now. My only thought was getting him to sign the divorce papers.

Jeremy spoke when he saw me come in.

“You’re just in time. I need to tell you something. You and Molly are both pregnant. Both carrying my children. I can’t favor one over the other, so I’ve decided to let Molly stay at home, where she can rest and take care of herself.”

Molly leaned against his shoulder, shooting me a look full of smug provocation.