Chapter 1

"The doctor's words echo in her mind: 'It's your second pregnancy, Miss Taylah. You can't abort this baby because your body is already weak from the last abortion. You must take good care of this child.' She grips the steering wheel tightly, her hands trembling.

She presses the break, and the car jerks to a halt on the side of the road. The headlights of passing vehicles make her feel momentarily dizzy.

She takes the report paper, gently strokes it for a moment, then clutches it tightly, a bitter smile appearing on her crimson-coloured lips.

She touches her belly and takes a deep breath, her face shadowed with grief. If he finds out about this pregnancy, he will definitely insist on aborting this child too.

She can't bear the thought of losing this child as well. Her heart pounds with fear. She feels neither sad nor happy about the tiny life growing inside her. Taking a deep breath, she accelerates and continues driving. It's around 7 p.m.

She hopes he won't come home early. Since their wedding, he has never returned home early, always arriving at midnight.

The butler opens the door with an awkward look, which she understands. 'Did he come home early?' she asks calmly.

"Mr. Davier is in his study. He asked to see you when you got home, Miss Taylah," the butler says, bowing respectfully.

He has never acknowledged her as Mrs Davier or shown her any respect. Instead, he constantly humiliates her in front of everyone, his words like knives stabbing her heart.

"I will meet him after I freshen up," she says, heading toward the stairs. She doesn't want to put the butler in a difficult position, knowing he is the only one who cares about her.

After taking a shower, she puts on her usual night dress and goes to meet Mr Davier. She hesitates outside his study, her body trembling, but she forces herself to face him.

After a few moments, she knocks on the door.

"Come in," his tough, majestic tone sends a shiver down her spine.

The screeching sound of the door breaks the silence of the room. She walks slowly into the study, moving with the elegance and fragility of a swan, her beauty overshadowed by her fear of him. His gaze slips away from the book he is reading and traces up and down her figure.

"Where did you go?" His intense voice sends a shiver down her spine.

She doesn't look up, not wanting to meet his eyes. Her body trembles, and she bites her lower lip to hide her weakness.

"Speak," his deep, harsh tone commands, making her flinch.

"I... I went out for a while... I... I was... bored... I..." her words falter with fear. Her eyes dart around the room, and her eyelashes flutter with sudden palpitations.

"Do you need me to investigate?" he asks, closing the book and removing his glasses. His eyes hold a cruel glint.

She clenches her clothes, her lips trembling. She dares not lie to him again.

"I... I went to the hospital," she says quietly, her body still trembling.

"For what?" he scoffs, a grin spreading across his face.

"I'm... I'm not feeling well... I had a stomach ache... so I went to see the doctor," she says, looking away. When she hears the sound of the chair moving, dread fills her stomach with each of his steps.

His gaze is full of suspicion. He picks up his mobile and calls someone.

"Investigate where Miss Taylah went this evening," he says sternly.

Miss Taylah... They've been married for over two years, but he still calls her Miss. She knows she will never truly be his wife or his love. Her heart aches with a pain that feels like cold poison.

The truth is she hated him as a teenager, but after marrying him, she began to like him, even love him. A woman falls for a man who treats her coldly, she isn't exceptional.

"If it was only a stomach ache, you are safe. If not, be ready to face the consequences," he warns cruelly makes her flinches at his words.

He walks away from her without looking back. Her small hope shatters into pieces. The little life inside her is now in danger, and the threat comes from the child's own father.

Her legs tremble at his warning. Quickly, she heads to her room, grabbing her mobile phone and some money.

She knows he will try to make her abort this child too, but she refuses to do it. This innocent child doesn't deserve to die. What crime has it committed to deserve such a fate?

Sneaking into the hall, she makes sure he doesn’t notice her as she slips out of the house and into her car.

She doesn't have much money. She has managed all the household expenses herself because he hasn't given her a penny in these two years. Surviving without a job has been hard, relying only on her savings and occasional help from her grandparents. She has hidden the truth of her cruel marriage from them.

She starts the car and drives away as fast as she can. She hasn't even changed her clothes. The only thought in her mind is to escape from her demon husband and protect her baby.

She can't drive too fast because her stomach starts to ache. Her weak body signals that her child is in danger. She feels a mild pain in her abdomen and touches her belly gently while driving.

She tries to make a U-turn, but suddenly...

BANG...

With a big hit, her car swerves, and the screeching sound pierces her ears. She slams on the brake, hitting her head on the steering wheel, which then presses heavily against her stomach.

Gasping in pain, she grabs at the fabric of her dress, feeling a wetness on her thighs, but the pain in her stomach distracts her.

When she looks out the window, she's shocked to see him walking towards her car with his girlfriend.

The pain in her stomach is intense, but it can't compare to the pain in her heart.

Sweating and unable to tolerate the agony in her stomach, she tries to open the car door, but before she can...

He yanks the door open in anger. She is afraid and pain etched in her face seeing the devilish husband of her stands there like a reaper of her unborn child.

Her cruel life started two years ago by mistake. But it wasn’t a mistake; she was framed and pushed into hell by her sister's selfishness.