As an orphan who grew up in a group home, even the slightest bit of warmth was enough to make me fall.
Even when people warned me that Samuel was a player who would never settle down with someone like me, I still became his seventeenth little mistress.
In my previous life, after we married, he dismissed all the other women and personally cared for me throughout my pregnancy.
I had been so happy I felt like I was going insane.
Until the day my water broke.
He tied me up and dragged me into the basement. Without anesthesia, he cut me open himself to take the baby. He knew I had a clotting disorder, but he still refused to take me to the hospital. He watched, cold and detached, while I screamed in agony.
"The one I love was never you. I only married you to fulfill a promise to Grandma. Now that the heir is born, your purpose is finished. You should die. I'll raise him with the woman in my heart."
With my remaining strength, I asked in a thick accent if that woman was Rhian, his first love.
Samuel gave a faint, calm smile. "You'll know when you see her."