Blurb：
After five years of hiding in a remote fishing village, Elma Pollitt's life is shattered when her ex-husband Michael Dryden reappears. Once a notorious playboy who transformed during her pregnancy, Michael's true colors were revealed when he abandoned her for Novia Camilla, the young woman he sponsored. Left to die in a car accident orchestrated by Novia, Elma lost her unborn child and filed for divorce.Now, Michael mistakes Elma's three-year-old daughter as his own, unleashing fury upon seeing them scavenging for survival. With Novia clinging to his arm, flaunting their relationship, Elma is thrust back into a world of pain and betrayal. But this time, she's no longer the submissive wife. Secrets from the past resurface, and Elma must confront Michael's lies and Novia's manipulation to protect her daughter and reclaim her life. Will Michael realize the truth about the child he abandoned? Can Elma find strength in her darkest hour to seek justice?
Content：
After I got pregnant, my husband, a notorious playboy, utterly transformed. He not only cut off all his flirtations but also showered me with affection.Until one day before my due date, I accidentally overheard him talking to his buddy, Jake.
Michael, that young woman you've been sponsoring, is she still bothering you? She's younger and prettier than your wife. Don't you feel anything for her?
Michael scoffed, a sneer twisting his face.
"What is she? She's not even fit to shine my wife's shoes. I'm just doing something good to earn some good karma for my wife. The sooner she's gone, the better."
A wave of sweetness swelled in my heart. I thought I'd finally found true happiness.
But who would've thought? The very next day, as I was on my way to the hospital, that girl drove her car straight into us.
She held a terminal diagnosis in her hand, tears streaming down her face, unable to stop them.
"Michael, I don't have much time left. If you won't have me, are you forcing me to die to finally feel at peace?!"
I was already bleeding, kneeling in the car, begging Michael to rush me to the hospital.
But he ruthlessly kicked me away and locked the car doors.
"Get out! If Novia gets hurt, neither you nor the baby in your Belly will live!"
I was trapped in the car for an entire day and night.
By the time someone found me and pulled me out, my baby's heartbeat was gone.
At my lowest, Michael actually called.
"Let's get divorced first. Novia's condition can't wait. I need to take her abroad for treatment as her husband."
Tears streaming down my face, I agreed to his demand. I clutched my baby's ashes and left that heartbreaking place.
Five years later, I was living in a remote fishing village, scavenging for junk to survive. I never expected to see Michael again.
His gaze fell on my three-year-old daughter in my arms, and his eyes actually reddened.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home? And what do you do? You're out here picking up trash with my daughter! Look how thin she is! Are you even fit to be a mother?"
*****
"A five-year-old kid is so thin. Elma Pollitt, how exactly do you take care of her as a mother?"
"I thought you were so principled, not contacting me for five years. Turns out you're just out here picking up trash with the kid, huh? Don't tell me you knew I was coming for an inspection today and decided to put on this show for me?"
My little daughter was in my arms, and my mind went blank, being yelled at by the man who'd suddenly appeared.
It took me a while to realize who he was. It was Michael Dryden, my ex-husband from five years ago.
And the woman clinging to his arm, dressed in designer clothes, was none other than Novia Camilla, the young woman he'd sponsored back then.
Seeing them so intimate, I instinctively hugged my daughter tighter. My mind spun, memories dragging me back five years.
Back then, I'd just gotten pregnant. Michael, who was always cold and distant, suddenly started sponsoring a high school girl from an orphanage and even let her move into our home.
The first time I saw Novia, pale and in worn-out clothes, my heart softened.
Even with my baby bump, I cooked her nutritious meals. I'd stay up late, helping her with her studies, tutoring her often.
Under my care, Novia brightened up significantly, smiling more often.
Her grades skyrocketed from last in class to first in her grade, and she eventually got into a prestigious university.
But I never imagined that the first thing she'd do after turning eighteen was to hook up with Michael, betraying me!
Seeing that I hadn't spoken, Michael's eyes fell on my daughter.
His brows furrowed, and he said with clear dissatisfaction, "Why is it a girl? My mother has been hoping for a grandson for years, and she was already unhappy with you. Now you have another daughter? How am I supposed to explain this to her?"
Only then did I realize he thought the child in my arms was his.
I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
He had the nerve to bring that up?
That child, our child, had died five years ago, suffocated to death inside me.
And the one responsible for the baby's death was *him*, the biological father!
Anger churned in my chest. I took a deep breath and stepped back, hugging my daughter tightly.
"You're mistaken. This child isn't yours…"
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