Both David Miller and I were senior executives in publicly traded companies.
Except for not having children, our life had been worry-free.
And that was exactly why someone like her could find an opening.
“No, thanks. I have no interest in your little arrangement.”
I rejected her proposal outright.
She suddenly dug her fingers deep into the one place where my bone was fractured, making me gasp as if I couldn’t breathe.
The pain was unbearable—I instinctively tried to push her away.
But with that tiny movement, she deliberately fell backward, crying out pitifully, “Don’t hit me! Please, don’t hit me!”
Anna Parker’s cries were loud and convincing, sounding heartbreakingly real.
Outside, David banged on the door frantically.
“Anna, what happened? Are you okay?!”
“Open the door—let me in right now!”
I could see his furious eyes through the crack.
It was a look I had never seen before—like he wanted to tear me apart.
And all of it was directed at me, lying helpless in the hospital bed.
Only then did I realize—I had been set up by this woman.
I tried to explain, but David shouted, “Stop pretending! Open the door now, or don’t blame me for being rough with you!”
He had already decided I was the one who hurt Anna, which meant that in his heart—she was more important than me.
I gave a bitter laugh, dragged my weak body out of bed, and opened the door.
In a second, David rushed past me to Anna’s side.
“Anna, are you okay? I’ll get the doctor right now!”
Before I could even speak, a nurse and a doctor came in for the examination.
During the process, David stood up and glared at me with a rage I had never witnessed before. For the first time, I felt a sliver of fear.
“It’s not what you think,” I explained weakly. “I didn’t do anything—she fell on purpose.”
But I knew it was useless. No matter what I said, David was convinced it was my fault.
He warned me not to lie again—if anything happened to Anna’s child, I’d pay dearly.
“I can barely walk—how could I possibly push her?”
“Stop making excuses! You just don’t want me to have a child!”
“What did you say?” I looked at him, stunned.
Seven years of marriage—and I wanted nothing more than to give him a child.
What I couldn’t accept was why he had to lie to me, why he had to secretly start a family with another woman.
“You just can’t stand the thought of me having kids while you can’t, isn’t that it?”
“Fine, fine, whatever you say.”