Love Cuts Like a Blade

During my wedding, which is livestreamed all over the world, my fiancé, Marvin Keller, calls me a shameless woman who's gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Then, he calls off our engagement and marries my father's illegitimate daughter, Delilah Lambert.

My mother is so incensed by this that she gets a stroke and ends up bedridden.

Amid my despair, my childhood friend, Tristan Wright, proposes. He tells me he's had a crush on me for many years and is willing to treat my child with Marvin as his own.

I'm moved by Tristan's promise and accept his proposal.

Three years after we get married, I give birth to a stillborn. My mother is still in a coma and doesn't seem like she'll ever wake up.

I'm hospitalized after getting into an accident for the eighth time. That's when I overhear Tristan's conversation with a private doctor. Finally, I discover the truth—he's never loved me.

"You orchestrated eight accidents just to make sure Delilah would inherit her family's fortune? Are you out of your mind?"

"I've done Lethia wrong with this, but I'll use the rest of my life to atone for my sins. She should be satisfied with that."

The familiar voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Lawrence Gray sighed softly and argued, "I just don't understand you. Mrs. Spencer treated you like her son, while Lethia gave you everything she had and helped you secure the power position of your family—simply out of love!

"Yet you killed her mother behind her back. You even took her newborn and gave it to Delilah simply because Delilah was too cowardly to endure the pain of childbirth!

"And now, you've even orchestrated eight car accidents so Delilah could inherit the fortune! Have you ever considered how Lethia would feel if she found out?"

Tristan Wright fell into a brief silence before saying, "She won't find out. If she does, I'll just pay with my life."

In frustration, he violently kicked a nearby plant and continued, "And I had to do what I did to her mother because she found out about the secret. For Lila, I'd do anything for her happiness.

"As for Lethia, though I'm filled with remorse, the most I can do is to spend the rest of my life making it up to her with love."

The sound of a falling object echoed through the rooms, and the conversation abruptly stopped. I bit my lip hard and ran back to the ward.

During our globally broadcast wedding three years ago, my fiancé, Marvin Keller, insulted me and called me shameless for getting pregnant before marriage.

He then called off the wedding and sought to marry my father's illegitimate daughter, Delilah Lambert.

My mother collapsed from the shock and became bedridden. In my despair, Tristan appeared. He professed his love for me and eventually proposed.

I believed him and agreed to marry him, but he ended up killing my mother for Delilah.

My child, whom I carried for nine months, was taken away from me just because Delilah said she wanted a baby.

Our three years of marriage, filled with so-called deep affection and care, were nothing more than compensation for the guilt he felt after hurting me.

A mix of anger and pain intertwined in my trembling heart.

Right then, a warm palm touched my heel, the pain pulling me back to reality.

"When did you fall? You're always hurting yourself when I'm not around. What will you do if I left you?"

My heart clenched as I listened to Tristan's gentle voice. None of the minor injuries I had suffered hurt more than the betrayal of the man who slept next to me every night.

He carefully held my ankle, preparing to disinfect and bandage it.

His phone rang at that moment. I had never touched his phone, yet I felt compelled to do it this time.

I picked up his phone and saw "Baby Lila" calling. A dry, uncomfortable feeling rose in my heart.

My contact name was always just "Lethia Spencer" on his phone, and he had never called me baby in our last three years of marriage.

"I twisted my ankle, Tristan. Marvin is on a business trip, so meet me at our usual spot."

Their usual spot?

I was stunned, and Tristan quickly snatched away his phone. With a peck on my cheek, he coaxed, "Hold on, Tia. I'll go answer the call."

He arrived by the window, and I couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation. All I knew was that he wore a smile he had never shown me before.

The dark circles under his eyes and the way he always rushed home in a disheveled state every morning seemed to tell a story.

Every night he was absent indicated he was with the woman he loved but couldn't have. They retreated to their secret hideaway and shared their feelings.

Meanwhile, I naively believed that his busy schedule—running between the company and the hospital because of my car accident—was what had him so overwhelmed.

As I felt sorry for him, I started using my family connections to help him secure his power position in his family. Now, it seemed he was probably enjoying it all along.

"I need to go, Tia. Stay put at the hospital and wait for my return."

Without waiting for my response, Tristan left in a hurry with his phone.

As I watched his departing figure, scenes from my abduction resurfaced in my mind.

Back then, I was abducted because I secured a project for him. I called him for help, yet he pretended to be worried and took a whole day to rescue me.

Now, with just a twist of her ankle, Delilah managed to summon Tristan, who abandoned me—fresh out of a car accident. It was painfully clear how little he loved me.