Chapter 1

Serena deliberately crashed her car into mine.

I miscarried my second child, bleeding heavily. Yet, my own daughter eagerly offered Serena her blood, completely ignoring me. Julian, my husband, used his authority to drop the case, instead running back and forth to Serena's bedside, doting on her.

I barely survived, escaping death by a hair's breadth, only to be met with accusations from both my husband and daughter.

“You wouldn’t have died if you just avoided it! Why are you so selfish? If you hadn't moved and let Auntie Serena hit you, she wouldn't have crashed into that pole and gotten hurt!”

“I told you to stay home, raise the kids, and do housework. Why do you have to be like Serena? Look at how stupid you are, can you even drive?!”

My daughter pointed at me, her face contorted with rage: “You’re not missing an arm or a leg. What's the big deal if you’re old and your looks are gone, and your face is disfigured? Do you really think Dad will look at you twice?”

She kicked my hospital bed fiercely, yelling at me, “If you hadn’t shamelessly forced your way in, Dad and Auntie Serena would have been together ages ago. Auntie Serena might even be my real mom!”

“I’m telling you, if you dare to sue Auntie Serena, I’ll disown you and cut all ties with you as your mother!”

Julian stood by, watching coldly, not bothering to intervene. He said impatiently, “The doctor said you’re too old, and with the heavy bleeding, I’ve already agreed to a hysterectomy. You’ll never have another child.”

“If you don’t behave, when you get old, I’ll just have Scarlett send you to a nursing home. No one will bother with you then.”

The anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off. I lay on the hospital bed, unable to move. Tears stung the wounds on my face.

I had multiple fractures, and a gash from the car door sliced from under my right eye straight down to the corner of my lip, tearing my flesh raw.

To be treated this way by the two people closest to me… I felt like knives were slowly slicing my heart into pieces.

In the end, I compromised with them.

I wouldn't pursue charges against Serena.

My husband and daughter both went next door to take care of Serena, completely abandoning me. My mouth was parched, and I hadn't eaten all day.

Julian was too stingy to hire a nurse for me, claiming it was a waste of money.

My face flushed red, desperate to use the restroom, but I couldn't move without pain. Finally, humiliatingly, I wet the bed.

The nurse, exasperated, went to the next room to find someone. Julian was there, wiping down a naked Serena.

He looked utterly disgusted, his face turning ashen. “She just broke her leg, she’s not helpless! If she can’t take care of herself, she can wear diapers. Who has time to change her?!”