Part 3Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride

Your husband is so wild in bed!

On the eve of my childbirth,

I received a provocative video from my husband's mistress,

flaunting their affair.

In the video,

my supposedly loyal husband,

Max Jennings, and his mistress were entangled in a hotel bed,

exchanging dirty talk and engaging in various positions.

The shock of it all triggered premature labor,

resulting in a stillbirth that left me utterly devastated.

The child's body hadn't been cremated yet

and he was busy indulging with his mistress!

When I regained consciousness,

Max sat beside me,

dozing off while holding my hand.

Thoughts of those repulsive videos sent a shiver down my spine.

I quickly withdrew my hand,

repulsed by the touch that once brought comfort.

He awoke, pleasantly surprised.

Darling, you're awake!

The term "darling" made me nauseous,

as if I had swallowed a swarm of bugs wriggling in my throat.

But I lacked the energy to argue with him at that moment.

I asked directly, Where is the baby?

In his usual gentle tone, Max replied

The baby is in the incubator, sweetheart.

Let's wait a couple of days before you see the baby.

Yet, as three or four days elapsed

Max continued to find excuses to keep me away from the baby

I became more suspicious,

feeling the need to witness it myself.

Max finally revealed the truth

Jen, the baby didn't make it.

I slapped Max across the face

The baby stopped breathing right after birth

Max's face reddened from the slap,

as he choked back tears.

And he told me the baby was born deformed

Max brought me to see the baby at the hospital.

As I gazed at the tiny, cold bundle, tears streamed down my face.

In the end, I fainted in Max's arms.

On the day I left the hospital,

Max showed up late in the afternoon

claiming he had a last-minute work emergency.

But as I leaned against him,

I caught a whiff of a distinct perfume scent

one that belonged to a woman.

The child's body hadn't been cremated yet

and he was busy indulging with his mistress!

During those days

I found the matter of the child's deformity suspicious.

With today's medical technology,

it's impossible not to detect the baby's deformity after so many prenatal check-ups.

I decided to find out whether it was a problem with my body or a medical accident before dealing with Max.

before I could even make a move

that woman couldn't hold back any longer!

This time, it was a photo.

The woman was sitting on Max's lap

wearing a black silk slip dress with lace trim.

Although her face was not visible

the dress looked familiar.

my phone buzzed again.

The woman had sent me a message,

Jen, do you think I look sexier in this slip dress than you?

It was the same slip dress that Max had given me before I got pregnant.

I set my phone aside and hurriedly searched through the wardrobe.

I still couldn't find it.

To think that Max gave my clothes to his mistress,

how disgusting can he be!

What other shameless things has he done?!

That night, I sat on the edge of the bed wearing the slip dress from my pregnancy days.

When Max walked in,

his face darkened slightly upon seeing what I was wearing.

He subtly suggested that I change into something else.

Where is my black silk slip dress?

Max's eyes flickered with a hint of nervousness

That one? Hmm, not sure. Maybe it got thrown away with the old clothes when we were tidying up?

When I proposed to go to the hospital to investigate the child's problem

Max strongly stopped me.

My mother-in-law stormed into the room

her face filled with anger.

How dare you cause trouble by going to the hospital!

You bring bad luck, you brought misfortune upon your own parents, and now you've own your child.

I got up, grabbed her hair and started fighting with her.

I lost control, pinning her down on the bed, repeatedly striking her.

Consumed by anger, I forcefully shoved my mother-in-law,

causing her to fall to the edge of the bed, audibly in pain.

Max! This little tramp wants to kill me!