Chapter 1

Just because of one word from his little assistant, the entire company's team-building event was changed to an extreme Via Ferrata cliff-climbing course.

But I was eight months pregnant. I had just started bleeding, and the doctor had strictly ordered me to stay in bed to save my baby.

I held my husband Marcus's hand, begging him to let me stay at the hotel instead of climbing.

Before Marcus could even speak, his assistant, Chloe, smiled and cut in:

"Sera, you're not looking down on us, are you? It's just a team-building event, but you refuse to join. Do you always have to be so special?"

"It's just climbing a cliff. It's not like we're asking you to give birth right there."

The conference room burst into laughter.

Marcus's face darkened. "If everyone else can go, why can't you?"

Furious, I yelled back at him, "I am carrying your child! Do you want me to risk his life just to show off for your company?"

Stunned by my outburst, he quickly changed his tune, telling me I could just rest at the hotel.

But the next morning, when I opened my eyes, I found myself tied to a sheer cliff face.

Looking down, there was only a bottomless abyss. The safety rope on my harness was just a flimsy, single-line cord.

As I reached for my phone to call for help, Chloe's voice drifted down from right above me:

"Hang in there, Sera! Marcus personally chose the safest route for you. No one else even got the chance! Don't let his hard work go to waste!"

Looking at the helicopter hovering in the sky above, I was about to scream curses at them.

But what Marcus said next made my blood run dead cold.

"Sera, stop using the baby in your belly to threaten me. Because that bastard isn't even mine."