Chapter 3 Chapter 3 "Miss Davis, the severe abdominal injuries from your car accident make this pregnancy a miracle. If you terminate it, future conception may be extremely difficult." The doctor looked at Lisa sympathetically. "Please reconsider and discuss this with your husband." Lisa's fingers curled slightly, a sharp pang piercing her heart. David had never mentioned this. Whenever their families pressured them about children, he'd claimed responsibility-saying he cherished their couple time and didn't want kids disrupting it. Her eyes welled up. He'd shielded her from pain at every turn. Yet his kindness couldn't erase his deception now. "Thank you, Doctor. I'll think it over." Numbly leaving the examination room, Lisa froze in the corridor. There stood David and Helen, freshly returned from abroad. David supported Helen tenderly as they exited the ultrasound room, anxiety etching his brow. His adoring gaze remained locked on her face. "Brother, you don't need to be so nervous. I'm pregnant, not ill." Helen's eyes curved into crescents. She'd called him "brother" since their teenage years, and the endearment stuck. David's lips lifted with unrestrained joy. "Of course I'm nervous. Our first child deserves perfect care." Clutching her appointment slip, Lisa felt her body temperature plummet. The sound of her heart shattering echoed in her ears-eyes burning yet tearless. True agony, she realized, stifles tears. As David guided Helen into the elevator, Lisa unfolded the crumpled paper. She returned to schedule her procedure for two days later. She refused to let her child enter a world woven with lies, or grow up fatherless from birth. Fate seemed to mock her when Lisa spotted them again in the parking garage. Mechanically, she trailed their car. David took Helen to the revolving restaurant-the very one he'd designed for Lisa's birthday last year. He'd vowed only she would dine there. Now he ushered another woman inside. Helen occupied Lisa's favorite seat, desserts gleaming before her. David emerged pushing a cart, plucking a rose from his lapel. "Congratulations on becoming a mom-to-be, my princess," he murmured, offering the bloom. A diamond-studded necklace dangled beneath. "Brother... thank you." Helen's voice trembled. "You even cooked for me." "Let me taste it quickly. After this, you should go back to sister. I've monopolized you too long." She blinked hard, forcing out twin tears. David pulled her into an embrace. "Silly, I'm staying with you tonight." "But what about sister Lisa? Tomorrow's your anniversary. She'll be heartbroken if you're absent." "Everything's arranged." He smoothed her hair, fastening the necklace. "Don't trouble yourself." "You're my wife now, I'll make more time for you and our child from now on." Lisa Davis backed away at the corner, her spine pressed against the icy wall, trembling from the cold. Yes, Helen Gonzalez was David Green's lawful wife. While she, just a foolish mistress with no claim. She still remembered when David first brought her to the revolving restaurant, presenting a diamond necklace. To cook for her personally, he'd secretly trained with a Michelin chef for a month. "Darling, taste my cooking. I'll take care of your meals from now on." "I'll cherish you all my life, only you." He clasped the necklace around her neck, whispering vows by her ear. Now, David replicated that same love and devotion for Helen. Her chest tightened painfully-David's lifetime was too short. Lisa turned and fled the restaurant, tears streaking her face. She visited the law firm, instructing Jacob Johnson to liquidate her assets and return everything linked to David. The inheritance from Stephen and Susan Davis could sustain her for lifetimes. She sought no wealth, only a swift severance from David. Dusk settled as she drove home after settling affairs. The empty mansion held only a lamp left by the housekeeper. Exhausted, she leaned on the sofa, gazing at photos of her and David covering the walls. A stone seemed lodged in her chest, each heartbeat sending sharp pain. Rubbing her temples, she rose to remove every frame from the wall. Their childhood photo: she in a pink dress, him declaring her the fairest princess. Their first dance: his hand resting lightly on her waist, demanding she dance only with him. Their first date: him spinning her endlessly, proclaiming himself the world's happiest man. ...... She extracted each photo, feeding them one by one into the shredder. Every shared memory shredded into pieces. Through the night, she repeated this ritual, erasing every trace of their past sweetness. At dawn, her arms numb, David hadn't returned. Today was their wedding anniversary. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!