Chapter 3

Cole could no longer resist, kissing her with heavy breaths as Ivy softly murmured.

Their lips entwined fiercely, and they began to hungrily demand more from each other's bodies.

But at the last moment, Ivy suddenly pushed away the heavily panting man:

"We can't, you're a married man now, and sister Mia is carrying your child. Ivy doesn't want to be a homewrecker!"

Cole's eyes were burning with desire, his voice hoarse:

"Alright, I, Cole, will never betray Ivy's true heart! Wait for me a little longer! Only when I'm clean and free will I be worthy of touching someone as pure as you!"

With that, he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, as if cherishing a priceless treasure.

A flash of triumph gleamed in Ivy's eyes.

Cole couldn't see it, but I could.

Not wanting to be a homewrecker?

I found it ridiculous, laughable!

Then what about the many times she came to me, brazenly saying that even though I was pregnant, I was just paving the way for her, and that even the children I gave birth to would call her "mom" in the future?

What does that count as?

Using the poor excuse of being sick with no one to take care of her to move into my home.

Openly flirting with Cole at the dinner table, to the point where even the house cook couldn't stand it and made a few sarcastic remarks about her.

She immediately tattled to Cole, saying the cook didn't wash the ingredients properly, causing her to get gastroenteritis, and demanded the cook be fired.

At that time, I had no appetite due to my pregnancy, and only the food made by this cook suited my taste.

Out of hospitality, I approached her and offered to hire another chef to cook for her, but she slapped me across the face.

"It doesn't matter if the food tastes good or not, what matters is knowing who the real mistress of the house is! Mia, I just want to tell you, there's only one Mrs. Frost, and that's me, Ivy!"

To prove that she would be Mrs. Frost, she curled up in Cole's arms like a kitten, whimpering and sobbing.

Crying that she was unfortunate, that she couldn't bear children for him in this lifetime.

And seeing me with my pregnant belly every day inevitably made her feel lost and heartbroken.

"I've already tried my best to avoid sister Mia, but I still can't help running into her every day! I should move out! Ivy can't live in such pain every day, it's making me so unhappy!"

Cole lost control of his emotions in an instant, his face turning cold as he rushed over and slapped me to the ground.

"You know very well that Ivy gets upset just by seeing pregnant women, yet you still parade around with your big belly in front of her every day! What are you trying to do!"

"Such a vicious woman! You don't deserve to be a mother! Today I'm going to lock you in the attic! Let you have a taste of suffering!"

Several bodyguards grabbed my limbs and threw me into the dust-covered attic.

"The doctor told me to go to the hospital today for delivery! If I go to the hospital, she won't see me either!" I desperately clung to the doorframe, pleading tearfully.

Cole sneered: "If you're going to lie, at least get your facts straight. Your due date isn't for another three days!"

He no longer listened to any of my protests and slammed the door shut.

My fingers were caught in the door, the sudden, piercing pain making me curl up and retract my fingers, unable to say anything more.

Cole looked on with satisfaction and locked the attic door.

And now, as the two of them were still passionately entangled, the butler came running, out of breath and panicked:

"Madam... Madam is gone!"

"Gone?!"

Cole suddenly raised his head, looking annoyed at having his mood disturbed.

The butler wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying fearfully: "The attic is full of blood... Madam... she..."

He dared not continue.

Cole straightened his rumpled shirt.

"What blood? Oh, she's probably just spotting, is she going into labor? Send her to the hospital."