After My Betrayed Wife Found Love Again

Rowen Harris narrowed his eyes, clearly annoyed.

"I just want to grab some clothes for the baby."

"Everything in that room is for Maisie's child. If you need something, you'll have to buy it yourself."

Every item in the nursery had been chosen carefully for my child, yet he intended it all for Maisie Baker's baby, even though that child wasn’t biologically his. Suppressing the disappointment swelling inside me, I chose not to argue.

Itzel Patterson suddenly intervened, grabbing my arm and pulling me away.

"Mr. Harris wants us at the wellness center to look after Miss Baker."

The pain from my still-healing wound shot through me. In desperation, I shouted at him, "I just gave birth too, Rowen. I need to recover!"

Without even turning, he retorted,

"Well, you’ve done physical work your whole life; you're strong enough to handle this."

With that, he climbed into his luxury car, and I was bundled into a van headed toward the wellness center.

When we arrived, Maisie Baker lay comfortably amidst a group of caregivers. As soon as she noticed me, she struggled to sit up.

"Sister-in-law, please have a seat. I know childbirth is exhausting..."

Rowen gently pressed her back down and glanced sideways at me:

"She could probably run a marathon with a broken leg; what's this in comparison?"

"Camille, if you take good care of Maisie, I'll give you an extra hundred thousand dollars. Tempting, right?"

An extra hundred thousand was indeed tempting. I bit my lip. "No, my child is at home without anyone to look after her."

A flicker of hesitation passed through his eyes, but Maisie quickly gripped his hand.

"Rowen, if Sister-in-law doesn't want to look after me, let her go. I don't want to make things hard for you."

Rowen held her hand reassuringly and turned to me with disdain:

"You're lucky I even thought of you for this. You're an orphan without money or connections. Marrying me brought me no benefits, and now you can't even pretend to care. At least making sure Maisie’s comfortable would make you useful."

He seemed oblivious to my pallor as he was used to belittling me. Instead, he directed Itzel to head back. However, Itzel detested me for supposedly climbing too high by marrying into the Harris family, and I knew she wouldn’t put any heart into caring for anyone.

Rowen, uninterested in listening further, insisted I feed Maisie postnatal meals.

Turning toward the tightly shut door, I realized I couldn’t leave. Exhausted and starving, I resigned myself to feeding Maisie.

Just as the spoonful of soup neared her lips, she suddenly recoiled, emitting a sharp cry: "Ah, it’s boiling hot!"

Rowen grabbed the soup bowl, hurling it at me, and the sticky chicken soup splattered across my body.

"What kind of tantrum is this? You scald Maisie, and you won't get a bite to eat today!"

Maisie clung to him, tears streaming down her face:

"Rowen, don’t be angry. Sister-in-law didn't mean to..."

"Stop calling her your sister-in-law. Tomorrow, I’ll take her to get the divorce papers sorted!"

Abandoned on the sideline and dripping with chicken soup, I didn’t have a single person to express concern for me.

The next day, Rowen took me out of the wellness center to finalize our divorce. Once we stepped out of the civil registry, he got into his car alone.

"I need to buy Maisie the latest handbag. You find your own way back."

With a grim face, he added,

"Camille, if you don't reach the wellness center in half an hour, you know the consequences."

The luxury car roared away, and I immediately hailed a cab back to the villa.

As soon as I entered the front door, I heard the sound of a baby crying from a small room adjacent to the courtyard. That was where the security guards stayed!

I rushed in, finding Thalia tossed carelessly on a filthy single bed.

Despite my maternity bag and formula being right there, her face was pale, and her cries were weak.

She probably hadn’t had a drop of milk since yesterday, nor had a diaper change!

There was no time to hold Itzel accountable—my priority was changing Thalia's diaper and feeding her.

Once I had burped her, Thalia gave me a sweet smile. My eyes welled up as tears fell onto her blanket.

Maisie's child had a dozen caregivers, while mine was neglected, deprived even of milk.

"Don't worry, Thalia. Mommy will take you away from here."

Suddenly, someone banged on the door. As I opened it, Rowen's hand struck across my face.

"Camille! You dare bring so many hooligans into our home?"