Chapter 1

When Melanie, my husband Ethan's first love, found out I was pregnant, she was the one who lost her mind.

She came pounding on our door in the middle of the night, sobbing, and shoved me to the ground. That was how I lost my baby.

When I woke up in the hospital bed, Ethan handed me a three-leaf clover necklace.

"Each leaf represents a wish," he said. "Whatever you want, I'll make it happen. Consider it my way of making things up to you."

"Just drop the charges against Melanie."

I agreed.

My first wish was for Ethan to cut all ties with Melanie.

He agreed at first.

But when the Vance family went bankrupt, Ethan immediately rushed to her rescue.

My second wish was for Ethan to give me a real wedding.

He agreed again.

But the day of our wedding coincided with Melanie's grandfather's funeral.

He stood me up.

I took off the clover necklace and made my final wish in silence:

I want a divorce.

My second miscarriage had nothing to do with Melanie, but when it happened, Ethan was still by her side.

When he heard the news, he texted me:

"I'll come see you as soon as my meeting is over."

I put my phone down, completely done with him.

I still vividly remembered the day of my first miscarriage.

Melanie had just gone through a bad breakup, and Ethan insisted on going over to comfort her.

I couldn't stop him, so I went along.

When Melanie saw my slightly rounded belly, jealousy flared in her eyes.

While Ethan was in the restroom, she walked up to me and hissed,

"If it weren't for you, Ethan and I would never have broken up. Are you happy seeing me like this?"

I was taken aback. I looked at her, utterly confused.

Ethan had never mentioned they used to date.

In fact, if she hadn't crashed our wedding, I wouldn't have even known she existed.

But someone had warned me before:

"She and Ethan grew up together. They spent years abroad, and things were pretty blurry between them. Keep your guard up."

But I hadn't taken it seriously.

I always figured that if they were "blurry" but never actually got together, it just meant they didn't love each other enough.

Especially when Ethan introduced her to me, he simply said,

"An old friend."

There was no lingering affection in his eyes.

So, I never saw her as a threat to my marriage.

Until that day, when she screamed her obsession with Ethan right to my face. Only then did I realize I had been too naive.

She hysterically told me that she and Ethan had done everything together except sign a marriage license.

"Did you know? Ethan's first time was with me," she bragged.

I didn't want to argue with her. Sensing she was getting more and more unstable, I turned to leave.

But as I stood up, she grabbed my arm and yanked me.

Someone had spilled a drink on the floor.

My foot slipped, and I fell hard onto the ground. Instantly, a sharp, agonizing pain shot through my lower abdomen.

When Ethan walked back in, he saw me lying in a pool of blood.

His face went pale. But he looked at Melanie, who was standing there frozen in shock, and didn't ask a single question.

He rushed me to the hospital. In the car, I gripped his hand and whimpered,

"Melanie pulled me... I wouldn't have fallen if she hadn't..."

But the pain was too overwhelming.

I expected comfort.

Instead, he remained silent. It wasn't until the doctor broke the news that the baby was gone that he finally spoke.

"It was an accident. We can have another baby in the future. Don't be too sad."

I couldn't believe my ears. I cried,

"So you're just going to let our baby die like this? I told you, if Melanie hadn't pushed me, I wouldn't have lost the baby!"

He pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead repeatedly.

"Stop it, Chloe. She just went through a breakup and she was drunk. Let's not overthink this, okay?"

Then, he gave me the necklace as an apology.

I didn't reply to Ethan's text.

Because ten minutes ago, a friend had sent me a photo of his car leaving Karen Gardens.

"Hey, I just saw your husband's car. Are you with him? Why don't you guys drop by my place?"

It was 10:00 PM now.

I was sitting in a café. I had seen Ethan driving past at 6:00 PM.

No one knew where he had been for those four hours.

But there was one thing I knew for sure: Melanie lived in Karen Gardens.