Chapter 3

I stared at the ceiling of the hospital room, my mind slowly filling with the bitter reality.

I lost the child.

The doctor’s words hit me like nails, driving into my heart with such force that it became hard to breathe.

I had decided to keep him. I had made up my mind.

But in the end, I couldn’t protect him.

When the doctor announced the results, my mind went blank. I didn’t even shed a tear.

I don’t remember how I was wheeled out of the operating room, nor how I made it back to the hospital room.

It wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that I looked up, seeing a man standing in the doorway, his expression a complex mix of emotions.

I raised my head, and the moment I saw him, countless memories flashed through my mind.

"Ethan..." I whispered, my voice hoarse and strained.

Ethan, Selina’s husband, and Leon’s subordinate, an Omega.

In their family, Omega was at the bottom of the hierarchy, and Ethan’s life was nothing short of miserable.

His wife was cold and selfish, and his Alpha was a man who would sell out everything for his own gain.

He, like me, lived in that house as nothing more than a joke.

Ethan stepped inside and pulled a chair to sit by my bed, silently watching me. His gaze held no sympathy, only suppressed anger and a hint of... expectation?

He asked softly, "Do you want revenge?"

My fingertips trembled slightly, and my gaze wavered.

Revenge?

Leon killed my son, betrayed our marriage.

Selina took my husband's heart and even killed my child just to survive...

They both owed me—blood debts.

But... should I seek revenge?

I closed my eyes, exhausted, leaning back against the pillow, my voice low: "I need time to think."

Ethan nodded, not pressing further. He simply sat quietly by my bed, giving me a brief moment to breathe.

The day I was allowed to leave the hospital, it was drizzling outside. The air smelled of dampness, and the cold seeped into my bones, making me shiver uncontrollably.

Back at home, I waited for Leon’s call.

But nothing came.

I waited all day, but not a single message from him.

No concern, no apology, not even a token greeting.

I moved from disappointment to anger, and finally, all that was left was an endless despair.

He had killed our son for Selina’s liver. Now, I had lost our child again, and he couldn’t even spare a word.

I let out a bitter laugh, the emotions churning inside me threatening to drown me.

Leon, so you’re not even trying to pretend anymore, are you?

Just as I was about to head upstairs to rest, my phone screen suddenly lit up.

I quickly grabbed the phone, a glimmer of hope flashing in my heart. But when I opened the message, I saw it wasn’t from Leon—it was from Ethan.

A photo.

When I saw the image, my blood froze, and the fury swirling in my chest almost drove me insane.

In the photo, Leon and Selina were lying on the bed, their bodies pressed together. Leon’s hand was shamelessly roaming over Selina, their lips tangled in an intimate kiss, lost in a passionate embrace.

The photo was taken today.

Just a few hours ago, I had been discharged from the hospital and returned to this empty house, waiting for Leon’s call.

I stared at the photo, my nails digging into my palm.

So, my pain meant nothing to him.

He doesn’t care about me, or the unborn child.

And Selina, she didn’t just want my husband. She wanted me to lose everything.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing. But my anger, like a fire, couldn’t be extinguished.

My hand slowly clenched into a fist, my knuckles whitening, and my gaze became cold.

Leon, Selina, do you really think I won’t do anything