Anya adored Mucheng—so much that she could endure his fickleness, so much that she would adjust herself in every way for him. She thought that even if there was no love between them, there was at least familiarity. She thought that even if there was no affection, there was still marriage. Until the woman he truly loved reappeared in his life. Only then did Anya realize that all she had was an illusion woven from her own dignity and dominance. Trapped in an elevator, she called him for help—only to find he was too busy accompanying *her* to the hospital to protect her pregnancy. Anya lost her baby, while *she* remained unharmed. Lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, Anya felt as though she had been reborn from the ashes. Why waste the rest of her life on him? *"Mucheng, I wish you happiness."* She gathered her pride and turned away with grace—yet he clung to her. *"Yaya, I'm used to you. What am I supposed to do now?"* She let out a cold laugh. *"Deal with it."* Some people are never worth forgiving. And you, Mucheng, just happen to be one of them.
In New York City.
At the center of the street park, it was in the morning, and there were sounds of birds singing on the quiet road from time to time.
"I'm pregnant. It's your husband's." A young woman wearing sunglasses took out a pregnancy list from her bag.
Lisa lowered her eyes and her hand, which was playing with her phone, paused for a moment. She glanced at the young woman and said, "Ha..." Her beautiful lips let out a cold sound.
"What's so great about you? You can only marry him because of your family background. Let me tell you, I am younger and prettier than you, and I am more comfortable with him in bed than you!" The woman got up angrily, pointed at Lisa's face with one hand, and said in a shrill voice.
"But, you have no brains." Lisa got up gracefully and walked away slowly. It seemed that the woman had never appeared.
The woman pursed her lips and clutched the pregnancy test sheet tightly with her slender fingers. She was pregnant, but it was not Richard, the husband of Lisa.
Walking out of the park, the sun was shining, and a large piece of it fell from her head. Lisa took two gentle breaths. She knew that Richard acquiesced to it. In order to divorce her, he really did everything he could.
However, she would not divorce.
An hour later, the major websites and forums were all reposted a recording and a few photos. The popular star Maria and the married director were having an affair and getting pregnant. They were so arrogant that they forced the original couple to divorce...
Maria was a female celebrity who met Lisa in the park.
In the vice president's office of Martins Group.
Lisa gently stirred the spoon, the coffee was foggy, and the mobile phone beside her rang.
"Lisa, you are amazing. I got the headline again!" On the other side of the phone was Alice backing up.
"I should thank your brother," Lisa said slowly. She took a sip of coffee and did not add any sugar. The bitter taste slowly spread between her lips and teeth.
"Lisa..." Alice paused and was thinking about how to comfort her.
"It's okay. I've gotten used to it, haven't I? There are still two months left. If it doesn't work, forget it." Lisa's beautiful lips opened and closed, and her voice was pleasant to listen to, but with a touch of sadness.
Alice's heart was filled with sadness.
"Lisa, my brother just hasn't seen you well. When he sees you, he will..."
"Alice, I still have a document to deal with. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Lisa interrupted him. She had said that to herself, but the result was still the same.
"Okay." Alice answered and hung up the phone.
Lisa put down her mobile phone and drank up the whole cup of coffee. She clicked on the computer. The new city government project was officially auctioned a month later. She had a lot of things to do.
At six o'clock, Lisa got up, stretched her muscles and bones, and went out with her bag.
The warm yellow sun had quietly enveloped the whole city. On the street in front of Dulice Enterprises cars
were coming and going., Lisa stood for a while and turned to go to the parking lot.
In the Maplewood Garden.
Lisa and Richard's wedding night.
In the midsummer, the maple trees in the Maple Park were all green leaves. When the wind blew, there was a rustling sound.
Lisa washed her hands and made dinner as usual. Although Richard would not come back often, she was still used to leaving him a pot of soup.
At 10 o'clock, Lisa took a shower and lay on the big bed. She suddenly felt a little tired. The marriage she strived for and the deadline she gave herself intertwined with each other. Like a big net, it covered her hard and made it difficult for her to breathe.
When she woke up, the bedside was still empty.
Lisa got up, put on her slippers, and went downstairs to drink water.
The light in the living room was suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light fell. Lisa instinctively frowned and looked over.
At the end of the stairs stood a tall man with a sneer on his lips. His handsome face was covered with frost, and he looked at Lisa coldly.