When I arrived, the bride and groom had just finished exchanging rings. I stood silently at the end of the red carpet, watching their happiness on the stage. Tears started streaming down my face. 　　I got pregnant for the first time and witnessed their strong reunion. I was pregnant for the second time and witnessed their romantic wedding. 　　What an irony. 　　I’ve just had enough of this shit that I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. I was about to leave when I saw his assistant approached him on stage and whispered something. 　　I must’ve been reported to have escaped from the villa. I instinctively turned around to run, but at this moment, a guest recognized me. 　　“Yasmin, why are you here?” 　　The man\'s voice was very loud and it attracted everyone\'s attention. 　　Then, I saw the handsome man in a groom\'s suit cutting his way through the crowd and running toward me. 　　He was on the end of the red carpet and I was on the oppos

　　I was still sleeping when Rachelle came to visit me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that all the clothes I have knitted were thrown on the ground, covered with black ink. 　　“Are you crazy?” I stood up and rushed to hit her. 　　These were all the gifts I was going to give my child, destroying it was more painful than humiliating me. 　　“You are thinking about something that does not belong to you,” Rachelle pushed me hard, and I fell back on the bed. 　　She fiercely looked at me in a condescending manner, “Yasmin, do you know why Xavier suddenly wanted you to have a child?” 　　Her eyes were too cold and my heart trembled in fear, but I gritted my teeth and said, “He regrets it. He loves me. A poisonous wench like you will eventually show her true colors sooner or later and he will leave you.” 　　“Oh, really?” Rachelle scoffed, a faint smile in her eyes. “I’ll tell you honestly. The truth is, I can\'t give birth, but Xavier will let you give birth to

　　I have never been as horrified as I was now. 　　The bloody knife in my hand was like a deadly poison seeping through my skin. 　　Xavier\'s eyes widened in astonishment, his handsome face stricken with disbelief, “Yasmin, you…” 　　“It’s not me. It\'s really not me…” I suddenly let go and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a thud. I kept shaking my blood-soaked hands and said defensively, “It\'s her. She did this to herself. She held my hand and stabbed herself, she…” 　　“How do you expect me to trust you?” Xavier looked at me like I was a madman. 　　His face was full of distress, “Rachelle just said that taking the child away was too cruel and asked me to return the child to you, and you stabbed her in return? How can I trust you?” 　　I was dumbfounded. I turned my head abruptly and glared angrily at this double-faced wench, “Bitch, what do you want from me? Haven’t you hurt me enough?” 　　“I\'m lying down here, what could I have possibly

　　“Rachelle, be honest with me. The doctor said that your infertility was not caused by your miscarriage but that you had a lot of abortions before which made your uterine wall so thin that it can’t hold a baby anymore. What’s going on?” Xavier fumed in a fiercely interrogative tone. 　　The hands that were on my knees tightly clenched into fists. 　　I knew I have amnesia now and I should pretend to be calm, but when I heard this revelation, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter. 　　Was this the woman he was so in love with? A woman who had too many abortions with a thin uterine wall, a woman who cheated on him? 　　Memories of the past came rushing to me, all the begging I did and the hardships. 　　I wanted to laugh but at the same time I also felt like crying. He didn\'t see her true colors until I left him. Now, he began doubting her. Would Xavier finally realize that I was telling the truth the entire time? 　　My heart was pounding but I remained

　　I thought I could really stop my heart from loving who it wants, but as I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling above my head in a daze, I realized that I couldn\'t. 　　The confrontation with Xavier earlier has exhausted all my energy. I was all alone and lonely, yet I desperately couldn’t stop thinking about him. 　　It’s just been less than a year since Rachelle’s return, but it felt like a lifetime. 　　It has made me, a twenty-five-year-old young woman, look like an old lady. 　　I was lost in a trance of thought until Timothy arrived. 　　His expression was stern, as if he had been greatly wronged. 　　“What\'s the matter?” I asked, confused. 　　Timothy let out an exasperated sigh and hesitated. 　　He gathered his courage explained softly, “Because of what happened, Mr. Jin said he changed his mind about the project. I know I promised to buy you an apartment, but I’m afraid won’t be able to do it.” 　　My brows furrowed quickly and