Mia was pregnant.
She was overjoyed as she carried the test results home. All the way, she was planning how to surprise Michael.
He had been on a business trip for more than half a month and would be home tomorrow.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw a pair of women's shoes at the entrance that didn't belong to her.
Mia frowned.
She recognized these shoes. They were bought by her sister, Kyle, not long ago.
But wasn't Kyle on the business trip with Michael?
Suddenly, she heard a woman's voice upstairs.
That voice...
It was her sister, Kyle's, voice!
Mia bit her lip hard, her body swaying violently!
Who else could the man be but her husband, Michael?
Instinctively, she walked upstairs.
The closer she got, the more intense the sounds of a man and woman coming from the bedroom became.
"What if she comes back later?"
Compared to Kyle's soft and charming voice, Michael's voice was particularly cold and low. "I don't care."
"She always wanted to have your child, but I got pregnant with your child first. How do you plan to explain that to her...?"
The man's voice remained cold and icy: "I don't care."
Mia's heart felt cold.
After a while, she withdrew her hand from the doorknob and turned to leave.
She still didn't have the courage to face the scene behind the door.
What was the use of opening the door?
Everyone knew that Michael didn't like her.
It was she who insisted on marrying him against all odds.
In the two years of marriage, she had gone to countless hospitals and tried all kinds of folk remedies to give Michael a child.
Just when she finally got pregnant with his child, he was in their bedroom, with her half-sister, Kyle.
And even Kyle was pregnant.
Tears silently rolled down as Mia walked out of the villa in despair, and it had already started raining outside.
She walked helplessly in the heavy rain, her ears filled with the intertwined voices of Kyle and Michael.
No wonder Michael wanted Kyle to be his assistant. No wonder he always took Kyle with him on business trips.
It turned out they had been together for a long time...
From the bedroom window of the villa, a neatly dressed Kyle watched Mia's departing figure, a cold smile curling on her lips.
The man's voice Mia had just heard was edited by her.
Michael's voice was a recording.
She had long anticipated that Mia wouldn't have the courage to enter the room.
"My wife is Mia. Please respect that."
"I have no plans to divorce in the next few years."
In her ears, she heard Michael's heartless voice when he rejected her.
Kyle sneered and took out her phone, dialing a number.
Unknowingly, Mia had walked to the cross-sea bridge in the heavy rain.
On a rainy day like this, there were hardly any cars on the bridge.
Suddenly, a large truck sped toward her!
Heartbroken, Mia couldn't dodge in time.
"Bang!"
The woman was hit by the truck, her whole body lifted into the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the cross-sea bridge.
She felt her internal organs shift, blood streaming down from her head, dyeing her vision red.
In a daze, she saw someone get out of the truck and check her pulse.
After confirming she wasn't dead, the person made a call. "Mr. Kingsley, she didn't die. Should I hit her again?"
Mia's heart felt like it was being crushed by the truck.
The driver had just mentioned Mr. Kingsley.
In her life, she only knew one Mr. Kingsley, and that was Michael.
The one she had once loved the most, to whom she had given all her beauty and affection, Michael.
Was it because she had caught him and Kyle in the act that he wanted to eliminate her?
Or...
Was it to give the child in Kyle's belly a rightful place?
But she also had his child in her belly...
"Don't blame me. Blame yourself for loving the wrong person!"
The driver hung up the phone and began kicking Mia's body with his leather shoes.
She landed less than two meters from the edge of the bridge.
The driver, a strong adult man, kicked Mia's broken body, and within a few steps, she was hanging over the edge.
"See you in the next life."
Mia fell from the bridge.
As she lost consciousness, she saw Michael under the cherry blossom tree years ago.
He was still that young man in white, graceful and gentle as jade.
"Michael, I hate you..."