Chapter 2

I thought I had heard him wrong.

"What did you just say?" I stared at the helicopter hovering in mid-air, my voice shattered by the howling wind.

Marcus held a megaphone, a vicious, cold sneer plastered across his face.

"Are you deaf? I said the bastard in your womb isn't mine!"

"Ever since I met Chloe, I haven't touched you once in the past year!"

My brain exploded.

Memories of the dark nights over the past year flashed through my mind.

Marcus always lit a strange, fragrant incense in the bedroom.

He always blindfolded me with a black cloth, claiming it was to add some excitement to our marriage.

And I, like an idiot, actually believed his lies!

"You sick bastards!" I screamed with every ounce of strength left in my lungs.

Chloe leaned half her body out of the helicopter, holding a megaphone and laughing hysterically.

"Don't be so angry, Sera. The old man's will has already been signed anyway."

"Marcus has officially inherited the family fortune now. You and that bastard in your belly are completely useless to us."

With that, she threw a plastic water bottle right at me.

The bottle slammed hard against my forehead, making my vision spin with bright stars.

I gripped the rusted iron rungs on the cliff face, the agonizing pain in my abdomen ripping through me in waves.

Warm blood had already soaked through my hiking pants, dripping down my legs.

"Marcus, I was your wife for three years!" I screamed in utter despair.

"Even if you want a divorce, you don't have to kill me!"

Marcus looked down at me with nothing but disgust and sheer hatred.

"If you don't die, how am I supposed to collect the $80 million accidental death insurance policy?"

"Besides, Chloe is pregnant now. We need to clear away any obstacles for our true love."

I froze, staring in shock at Chloe's slightly bloated belly.

My heart died completely.

This was the man for whom I had abandoned my career and my family.

He was a heartless, greedy piece of trash who had absolutely no limits!

Just then, a few colleagues from the company climbed up from the route below.

Each of them was equipped with heavy-duty double safety ropes and professional helmets.

"Oh, look, isn't that Sera?" Leo from the sales department yelled.

"Why is her pants covered in blood? Did she wet herself on the cliff?"

Ross, the HR manager, gripped the rock with one hand and laughed out loud.

"Wetting herself? No way. She probably splashed fake blood on herself to play the victim!"

"Don't you see the boss watching from the helicopter? She's definitely putting on a show to get sympathy."

Another female colleague pulled out her phone and aimed it straight at me.

"Sera, smile for the camera! Let everyone see how you're dragging the team down."

Enduring the agonizing spasms in my abdomen, I screamed to them for help.

"Help me! My safety rope is only a single line! It's about to snap!"

"My baby... I'm losing my baby! I'm having a miscarriage!"