Until today, I truly believed I was the happiest woman in the world.

But today, I saw my husband entangled naked with a woman of striking, almost unnatural beauty. The room reeked of debauchery, filled with their shameless moans. In that instant, all the beauty in my life vanished. My world crumbled before my eyes.

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I grew up in an orphanage, surrounded by abandoned children of all kinds. The concept of "family" was something I never dared to dream of.

During college, I thought I’d found the love of my life. The moment I graduated, I rushed into marriage—not out of love, but out of a desperate longing for a home.

He treated me well after we married, surprising me with little gestures of affection. Now, three months pregnant, I felt my life was finally complete.

But my best friend, Jane Shiwei, wasn’t so lucky. Her fiancé had cheated on her just before their wedding.

Today, Jane dragged me to a hotel to catch him in the act. My role? To back her up and help her confront the other woman.

We hurried into the Holiday Inn, tension thick in the air.

"An Feilin, you have to help me. I don’t know what to do," Jane whispered, clutching my sleeve as if seeking strength.

"Don’t worry, Shiwei. I’ll make sure that scumbag regrets what he did," I said, gripping a fruit knife in my hand. Not to kill him, of course—just to scare him straight.

Jane tugged at my sleeve again, hesitating. "An Feilin… is this really the right thing? What if our families get into a feud? The wedding might be called off."

I stared at her, exasperated. I’ve always considered myself timid, but Jane was even more spineless. Her fiancé cheated, and she was still worried about family relations? Did she actually want to marry a man like that?

I tucked the knife into my sleeve, hiding it from view. "Shiwei, are you seriously still thinking about marrying him? Snap out of it! Now, what’s the room number?"

With that, we stepped into the elevator.

Jian Shiwei glanced at the room card and said, "It's 909."

I immediately pressed the button for the 9th floor, my mind racing with thoughts of how I would confront that scumbag. But I had to be careful—I was three months pregnant, and I couldn’t let my anger risk harming the baby.

*Ding.* The elevator doors slid open, and we strode toward room 909.

"Strange, why isn’t the key card working?" Jian Shiwei swiped it repeatedly, but the door remained stubbornly locked.

Screw it. If the card was faulty, brute force would have to do.

"Open up, you bastard! Now!" I pounded on the door with all my strength, abandoning any pretense of ladylike composure. If I was here for a fight, manners were the last thing on my mind.

Just as I raised my fist to strike again, the door swung open. A shirtless man stood there, scowling. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Then I saw his face. My hand froze mid-air, and the knife I’d been gripping clattered to the floor.

This wasn’t Jian Shiwei’s fiancé.

It was my husband, Li Jianfeng.

His bare torso revealed firm, defined muscles, and a towel hung loosely around his waist. The moment our eyes met, his expression flickered with guilt.

*How…?*

The air turned to ice.

"Ah!" Jian Shiwei suddenly shrieked, shattering the suffocating silence. "Feilin, I read the room number wrong—it's 606!"

Thank God for her mistake. Otherwise, I’d still be living in ignorance.

"Jianfeng, who’s at the door?" A woman’s voice purred from inside the room. Then she appeared—wearing a slinky red nightgown that clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Even an idiot could piece together what was happening.

That bastard Li Jianfeng was cheating on me—while I was carrying his child.