My husband asked me to perform surgery for Bai Yueguang before the childbirth wound healed. I threw the divorce agreement on his face.

The night I almost died during labor, my husband, Dylan, was off on a honeymoon abroad with Serena, his first love.

With tears blurring my vision, I begged him to take me to the hospital. But he just shoved me away with disgust.

“Why are you being so dramatic? It’s just giving birth. Serena can’t handle stress, I need to be with her to help her unwind and recover.”

When I woke up in the hospital, my eight-month-old baby was gone.

Half a month later, Dylan returned with Serena, only to find I had changed.