Chapter 1

My boyfriend, Thomas Chow, was paralyzed from the knees down, yet he'd been secretly ordering "special service" behind my back.

I'd had enough. With a face like ice, I said, "Let's break up."

Thomas looked at me, stunned for a moment, then replied calmly, "Alright, I'll move out tomorrow."

an urgent, childlike voice echoed from my womb.

'Mom, don't break up! Dad didn't hire a hooker. This is a setup by that woman who came back!', the child pleaded.

'She knows Dad will become a billionaire in the future, so she set this up to drive you apart, clearing the way for herself.'

'If you break up, she'll have you trafficked to some remote mountain village, forced to bear children until you lose your mind and end up a madwoman. Meanwhile, she'll stay by Dad's side, help him recover, build his empire, and become the enviable wealthy wife everyone admires.'

'Mom, I barely got this second chance at life. Please, don't throw it away,' he begged.

I snapped back to reality and tearfully confronted him, "You didn't even ask why I wanted to break up before agreeing. Have you stopped loving me already?"

You didn't ask why I wanted to break up, and you just agreed. Have you stopped loving me?

*****

Thomas looked a bit stunned, but kept his voice steady.

"Given my situation, I get why you want to break up. Just be honest, you don't have to sugarcoat it or come up with reasons," Thomas said.

Not backing down, I pressed him.

"You'd rather break up than even ask why? And you still say you love me? You're such a scumbag!" I snapped.

Thomas just looked exasperated.

"Fine, I'll ask, why do you want to break up?" he began.

I turned around and pulled out those black lacy thong from the trash.

"I would never wear something like this. Whose are they, then?" I demanded.

Thomas furrowed his brows, thinking it over for a couple seconds.

"Well, they're definitely not mine," he replied.

I just stared at him, totally at a loss for words.

He added earnestly, "Trust me, that's not my thing."

My face twisted for a moment. I almost couldn't keep up the act, but I quickly got back into character.

"You just don't love me anymore! You'd rather hook up with escorts behind my back than even touch me!" I yelled.

Anyway, none of this was my fault. Every bit of it was on him!

Thomas looked totally stunned and confused.

"Wait, when did I ever call for escorts?" he stammered, genuinely baffled.

"If you didn't do it, then how did these panties end up in our house?" I shot back.

Thomas finally seemed to realize why I was freaking out.

"I swear, I never called for any escorts. I honestly have no idea how this panty showed up," he said seriously.

As he spoke, Thomas looked at me with suspicion.

"It's just you and me in this place. Believe it or not, I swear I'd never do something like that," he continued.

He paused, then said with a sigh, "I mean it, if you want to break up, just say so. You don't have to make up stuff that isn't true."

My heart was growing colder by the second, but inside my belly, my son was freaking out.

'Crap, crap! Dad totally thinks Mom is framing him just to have a legit excuse to dump him and make him take the fall. He's probably feeling ice-cold inside right now,' my son thought anxiously.

'But it's fine, Mom. Just secretly have me, and when Dad hits it big, we can squeeze him for a ton of support. We'll still be living the good life. And when he kicks the bucket, I'll get a share of his inheritance.

'Honestly, that's not even the most important thing. As long as you don't get tricked to some remote mountain village, forced to bear children, that's all I care about. Otherwise, I'll die in the womb, and you'll go totally nuts.

'So sleepy, I'm gonna take a nap and come back later.'

After my son finished mumbling in my mind, he finally went silent.

My heart sank completely, and I suddenly burst into tears, wailing uncontrollably.

No one had come over lately. So how the hell did that thong end up in our house?

Why couldn't Thomas hear my son's voice too?