Chapter 3

Dorothy was watching me with a smirk curling on her lips.

She slowly stood up and gently touched my belly.

"Your belly hasn't shown a single sign, has it? Not like me—I'm already carrying Luther's child."

I frowned at her, somewhat shocked.

"Dorothy, you're already pregnant with his child, so why are you still tormenting me!"

Her hand moved harder, gripping my stomach with force.

The place that had been stitched suddenly split open.

It hurt so much I nearly cried.

I looked at Dorothy, gritted my teeth, and shoved her hard.

The woman fell heavily to the ground, crying out in pain.

The pain nearly made me faint.

I lay on the ground, panting hard.

Finally I couldn't hold back, and lowered my head to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Dorothy wailed up at the sky, calling out Luther's name over and over.

The next second, Luther came rushing out from inside.

Seeing this scene, he ran straight to Dorothy's side, leaving me off to one side instead.

"Are you all right?"

She slowly opened her eyes, and the sight of Luther was like a lifeline to her.

The woman reached out and, crying, pulled him tightly into her arms.

"Luther, it was my fault. Robin is gone. I shouldn't have kept clinging to the two of you."

"Rowena is right. I'm just an unwanted widow. I should go and die with him."

As she spoke, her hand gently touched her own belly.

Then she gave a cold laugh and said:

"This child shouldn't have been born either, and certainly not in my belly."

"If that's how it is, then I'll take him with me and die!"

Before I could get a word out, Dorothy suddenly stood up and ran toward the road.

Luther and I sprang up, meaning to stop her.

But out of nowhere a large truck came barreling straight at her.

With a thud, she went down on the ground.

Ignoring my safety, the moment Luther ran over he shoved me hard to the ground.

All I heard was my own cry of pain.

The brick and tile scraped the skin off my arm.

Over on the other side, blood dripped down Dorothy's thigh drop by drop, and she passed out completely.

The driver still didn't stop the truck; instead he swerved around them and drove straight off.

This was the first time I'd ever seen Luther so heartbroken.

His tears fell drop by drop onto Dorothy's face as he threw his head back and cried out:

"Dorothy, how could you be so foolish!"

"My brother is gone, but you still have me. I think of you as family."

His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and dialed for an ambulance.

In the gap while we waited for the ambulance, Luther lifted his eyes to me.

Our eyes met, and yet I felt he was full of hostility toward me.

"Rowena, do you find this fun?"

"My brother is gone. I know your body all too well—you'll never be able to have a child in this life."

"His wife is pregnant. Are you really that jealous?!"

I laughed.

He actually made cheating sound so trivial.

My husband, going off to have a child with someone else.

And I was supposed to be happy?

The man raised his hand, pointing at the truck that had just driven past, his voice growing angrier:

"Even that big truck was sent by you, wasn't it!"

"Rowena, you are nothing but a vicious woman!"

I turned my head, smiled faintly, and slowly stood up, bracing myself against the wall.

Then I walked up to the two of them.

"Luther, so you think all of this was arranged by me?"