Chapter 1

Nine months pregnant with twins, I begged my husband to take me to the hospital.

Instead, Cole locked me in the abandoned attic—because his first love, Ivy, claimed my belly “hurt her feelings.”

I screamed through hours of contractions. No food. No water. No help.

Downstairs, he held Ivy and kissed her like I no longer existed.

Three days later, I died with my unborn children in my arms.

Now I stand beside them as a ghost.

Three days later, Cole, sipping a bowl of rice porridge that didn't suit his taste, said:

"Tell Mia to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then apologize to Ivy. If her attitude is sincere, send her to the hospital to give birth."

"Why isn't that jealous woman Mia wailing anymore?"

"Sir... could something have happened to Mrs. Frost? Last night, her screams were heart-wrenching, she sounded like she was in terrible pain..."

Cole took a sip of porridge, snorting dismissively.

"No one knows Mia better than I do. She's just putting on an act! This time I must teach her a lesson so she won't dare to provoke Ivy again!"

The butler glanced towards the attic, hesitating before speaking:

"But Mrs. Frost is carrying twins, and the doctor said she needed to be admitted to the hospital early..."

Cole paused mid-sip, his expression softening slightly.

"Is that so?"

He stirred his porridge for a while, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"Fine, tell Mia to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then get over here and apologize to Ivy! Today is her due date, if her apology is sincere, we'll send her to the hospital."

Cole heated up a cup of milk and walked into the guest room.

On the bed, Ivy's breathing was steady, the blanket had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her chest.

Cole's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at her for a long moment before reluctantly tearing his gaze away. He bent down and placed a kiss on her lips.

Ivy slowly opened her eyes, stretching languidly, and pouted coyly:

"Brother Alex~ You're bullying me again~"

Cole parted his legs to let Ivy sit in his lap, his fingers idly massaging her waist.

"Who could resist when you sleep like that?"

Ivy buried her head in Cole's chest, letting out a few contented murmurs.

"But, sister Mia is working hard carrying your child. We're both women, I can't let you betray her when she's at her most vulnerable!"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up anxiously:

"Last night, sister Mia was screaming so loudly, is she going into labor? Sigh... Even though it hurts to hear sister Mia in such pain, I'm envious! Being able to carry Brother Alex's baby, even if childbirth is painful, it would be sweet happiness for me."

Sweet happiness?

By now, I had already become a ghost floating beside them.

On the attic floor, red blood had spread across the entire room.

On the walls were deep scratches I had made in my intense pain, with bits of fingernails and flesh still clinging to them.