"Her condition is critical." the man handed Rita the surgical consent form. "She needs a bone marrow transplant to save her life. You need to sign the consent."

Rita Esther felt a chill run down her spine. She looked up at the man standing in front of her. He was still effortlessly handsome when he spat out those cruel words.

He was her husband, Nelson Wallis.

"I'm nine months pregnant." Rita said, her voice choking with tears.

"Do you have any idea that both me and the baby could be in danger during the operation?"

"You'll be fine." Nelson's expressionless face remained cold. "As long as you get rid of the child."

Rita's eyes widened and her lips trembled. "Nelson, the baby is your flesh and blood!"

To get rid of the child?

How could he be so heartless? It was as if he were talking about garbage on the side of the road instead of his own flesh and blood.

Nelson's face remained expressionless as Rita questioned him. He looked up and repeated, "Sign it."

"No!" Rita had always been obedient to Nelson, but at that moment she tore the form into pieces. "I won't sign it. If you have the guts, tie me up on the operating table!"

Nelson sneered. "Do you think I wouldn't dare?"

"You..." Rita looked at him as if he were a stranger.

She had been in love with this cold-hearted monster for so long and had even been willing to bear his child. 

What a joke!

SHE was the joke!

"The operation is in three days." Nelson said, perhaps having no patience for her anymore.

"If you're willing to sign in these three days, I'll compensate you with whatever you want. If you're not willing..."

As he spoke, he gave her a cold look and said, "Then don't blame me for being cruel."

With that, he turned around to leave.

Rita clenched her fists, digging her nails deeply into her palms. "I won't sign it!" she yelled after him, watching as he walked away.

Nelson halted and turned to look at her.

A cold smile curling at the corners of Rita's lips. "I want a divorce," she said, each word punctuated with anger.

"A divorce?"

Nelson responded with a sneer. "Since when you get to say the word divorce?"

Rita's face turned pale.

He was always like this, overbearing and unreasonable.

"You will do the operation," Nelson left his last sentence. "Divorce? Don't even think about it."

With that, he left the villa, leaving Rita standing alone in the empty living room, feeling cold all over.

"Ma'am." the nanny called out to her, seeing Nelson's departure.

She came out of the kitchen and attempted to comfort Rita. "Don't be angry. Take care of yourself and the child. Mr. Nelson must have his reasons for doing this. He loves you..."

Love?

Regardless of whether she was pregnant or not, Nelson insisted on having a bone marrow transplant surgery for his mistress. This was his so-called love?

"I want to be alone for a while." said Rita.

The nanny's comfort only made Rita feel colder in her heart with each passing moment.

The nanny looked at her uneasily, afraid that she might do something drastic. But as just an employee, she couldn't say too much to her employer, so she could only leave with worries.

Rita went upstairs to her room and began to pack.

It was almost dinnertime, and she could smell the tasty soup cooked by the servants in the kitchen. She sat at the head of the bed and looked at the bed that had been sleeping for several years, and her tears fell unconsciously.

Since they got married, their marriage had always been distant.

But when she became pregnant, Nelson started to care for her. He made sure she had everything she needed, from food and drink to daily baths and body cleaning, never letting her tire herself out.

Back then, at this hour, he would have brought her soup from the kitchen to eat with her.

For the first time in her marriage, she saw the sign, a sign that things might be turning around for them.

But why?

Why did he suddenly want her to risk her life to save another woman?!