Before I gave birth, my husband left me for my stepsister

At my 28th birthday party, Julian publicly carried Serena, who had fallen into the pool, back to her room.

Everyone thought I’d just swallow the insult and stay silent.

Instead, I trashed the banquet hall and demanded a divorce.

Julian turned to look at me, a smirk on his face, utterly despicable. “Are you sure about this? There’s no turning back with me.”

I nodded. “I know.”

Three years after I left, I went to pick up my doctor boyfriend from work.

But I bumped into Julian, holding an adorable little girl, consulting Asher about her condition.