Chapter 3

"Ah!" Selene tumbled down more than ten steps before finally coming to a stop. Blood quickly pooled beneath her, staining the floor red.

Gwyneth froze, her mind completely blank. She wanted to rush over and help her, but a group of people had already hurried down the stairs.

Preston shoved Gwyneth aside, bent down, and scooped Selene off the floor. "Selene, are you all right? Don't scare me like this!"

"I'm fine... Don't blame Gwen. I fell on my own..."

"Even now, you're still defending her! Selene, how can you be so foolish?" Preston held her tightly. "Don't worry. You're going to be fine. I'm taking you to the hospital right now."

"The baby..."

"The baby will be fine too. If your baby dies, Gwyneth's baby dies with it."

With that, Preston carried Selene away.

Gwyneth had heard every word he'd said, clear as day.

After knowing Preston for so many years, she knew he meant it.

Judging by the way Selene had tumbled down the stairs, there was no way the baby had survived.

Gwyneth instinctively wrapped her arms around her belly. She needed to leave and get away from Preston immediately.

The moment she turned around, Rebecca slapped her hard across the face. "Gwyneth, how could you be so vicious? I just told you Selene was pregnant, and you tried to kill her and her baby!

"We're friends. How could you do this to her? Have you forgotten sophomore year, during the running test, when your period suddenly started and you couldn't run?

"Selene took the test for you! She ran a fever for two full days afterward! Do you remember what you said back then? You said we'd be sisters for life!

"And now, you pushed your own sister down the stairs with your own hands. You've gone too far. Gwen, this time, even I can't help you."

Everyone left.

The mall fell silent, leaving Gwyneth completely alone.

As she watched their retreating backs, she smiled bitterly. "Then did all of you forget that three years ago, I donated part of my liver to Selene?"

Living liver donation was difficult and dangerous. Even Selene's own father hadn't been willing to take the risk.

Gwyneth had been the one to rush out and get tested for compatibility without a thought for the danger, then donate part of her liver to save Selene's life.

Back then, Rebecca had held her close and sobbed as though her heart were breaking. "Gwen, the three of us will always be best friends. None of us will ever betray each other."

But now, they had all betrayed her.

If that was how things were, then Gwyneth wanted nothing more to do with any of these worthless people.

Before leaving the mall, she approached a security guard and asked for a copy of the surveillance footage.

He was reluctant to hand it over at first, but the moment he learned she was Preston's wife, he quickly made a copy for her.

Once outside the mall, Gwyneth called her lawyer, Taylor Wigham.

"Taylor, I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me."

"Mrs. Gallagher..." Taylor sounded hesitant. "You don't know yet?"

Gwyneth tightened her grip on the phone as a sudden sense of dread washed over her. "Know what?"

"You and Mr. Gallagher already signed a divorce agreement three days ago. The divorce is already being processed. The paperwork should be finalized in about three days."

Three days ago?

That was the same day Selene had found out she was pregnant.

Preston had already been planning to divorce her.

So he had chosen Selene. Not her.

"Mrs. Gallagher?" Taylor asked. "Are you all right? Don't worry. Even though Mr. Gallagher said he wanted a divorce, it isn't real. From what I understand, that girl is pregnant, and he wants to give her some kind of official status. Once the baby is born, he plans to remarry you."

"Remarry?" Gwyneth laughed.

There would never be a remarriage.

She hung up and scheduled an abortion.

Just as she tapped to confirm the appointment, a text from Preston popped up.

Preston: [The baby's gone. That must have scared you too, huh? Gwen, after the push you gave her, Selene's health has taken a real hit. Once she's discharged, I want to bring her home so I can take care of her. Just giving you a heads-up. After all, you're still the lady of this house.]