The night was thick, like ink that wouldn’t fade.

Elena Lennox gritted her teeth, one hand clutched at her belly as she stumbled through the wild. Her long white cotton dress was already soaked in blood, stained all over.

Still, blood kept trailing down her legs—nonstop.

No... she couldn’t go on like this. The baby was coming!

She couldn’t run anymore. She'd already escaped far enough. That scumbag couple probably couldn’t find her, at least not for a while.

Looking around, there was nothing but waist-high wild grass. Not a soul in sight.

She gently caressed her bulging belly, whispering with trembling breath, “Sweetheart... is Mommy really giving birth to you out here?”

Just then, another contraction hit—sharp and brutal. She cried out, voice hoarse.

Half an hour later—

“Waa—”

A newborn’s cry shattered the eerie silence.

Sweat stuck her hair to her cheeks, and her torn lip was already bleeding, but Elena didn’t care. She reached out, hands trembling, staring hopefully at the tiny baby in the grass.

Then—

“Well, look what we have here. A little bastard’s finally here.”

Before she could react, a hand reached in from behind and scooped up the baby.

“Sophia Lennox! James Blackwood! Y-You…” Elena’s voice broke, each word forced through clenched teeth and raw pain.

The traitors standing before her—one her own sister, the other her brand-new husband. And yet they’d teamed up to destroy her.

Sophia still wore her usual gentle mask, but her gaze as she held the baby was cold and twisted.

“Ugh, this kid’s kind of ugly. It’s a girl too. Bet she won’t be able to marry when she grows up.”

Then she added with fake concern, “James, couldn’t you have picked a better-looking guy back then? Poor big sis, had to endure all this. I honestly feel bad.”

Elena was shaking—from rage, from pain, from helplessness. But her child was in their hands now. She sucked in a deep breath, forcing herself steady.

“Please... give me back the baby! I already handed over the An Group shares. James Blackwood—I don’t even care anymore, you can have everything. Just please… let me have my child back.”

That was all she wanted. Nothing else mattered. That baby was her whole world—her only family left. No one could take her away.

James had been silent this whole time. But her plea made something dark twist in his expression. His brows furrowed briefly before the sneer broke through.

“Elena, are you still in touch with that bastard behind my back?”"You say you love me, but you're ready to divorce me over that kid? You'd even give up your shares without blinking. Do you even hear how pathetic that sounds? Just slept with him once and already can't move on, huh?"

Elena Lennox was too stunned to respond right away. Her anger twisted so tight in her chest it nearly choked her, but somehow, she still let out a bitter laugh.

Her soft, almond-shaped eyes lifted slowly toward the man she’d spent almost two years loving. She had never imagined someone could be this shameless.

It all made sense now—she’d overheard their conversation by accident tonight. That’s how she finally found out that James Blackwood and her sister, Sophia Lennox, had been hooking up for three years already.

James only got close to her for the shares in An Group. He played the long game, winning her trust, marrying her, then staying by her side only because she got pregnant and started having mental breakdowns. Back then, all she had were Sophia and James, her whole damn world. Turns out they were stabbing her in the back the whole time.

Each look she gave him sliced deeper, and James started to waver, guilt flashing in his eyes.

Elena—gorgeous as ever—even now, drenched in sweat, her long dress clung perfectly to her curves. Her chest heaved with anger, but her half-laughing, half-scornful stare hit him like a punch. The stray strands sticking to her cheek didn’t make her look messy—just more seductive.

James’s hands clenched into fists. That woman... He let her go, let another man get her pregnant. And now she looked like this…

Sophia noticed his reaction instantly. Her expression shifted, and she pulled the baby tighter into her arms. If this kid weren’t still useful, she’d probably snap its neck right here.

"James! What are you standing there for?" she snapped.

James hesitated and pointed at Elena. “What about her?”

Sophia glanced around, a cold smile creeping across her soft features. “Easy. Burn the whole place down.”

With that, she turned around and walked away with the baby. As she left, she didn't forget to say, "You're lighting the fire, James."

Flames swallowed Elena in an instant. The fire spread way too fast. She clawed at the ground, trying to crawl out. But then—another sharp pain stabbed through her stomach.

There’s still another baby inside?

What now…? Was this really the end?

Not long after, Sophia and James sped off in their SUV, tires kicking up dust. At that moment, a Hummer roared past them from the opposite direction, screeching to a stop alongside the road.