She Took My Fiancé. I Took Her Husband

"Kara, you bastard, are you really that devoted? Would you have slept with someone else even without my drugs that day? You slut, you've always had the heart to cheat, haven't you?"

I struggled to breathe, my cheeks flushed, and a sharp pain stabbed through my lower abdomen. The misery of the past six months surged within me. Finally, I collapsed from exhaustion.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in that dark room. The blood beneath me had dried, and I was still wearing a blood-stained hospital gown. The only light in the room came from a small window high up on one wall.

My thoughts whirled, and nightmarish memories flooded back to me. I was a girl who came from the mountains, armed only with a token, and traveled thousands of miles to Dorne's Villa. Ulysses was forced to get engaged to me under the pressure of his grandfather. But after living together and through my countless efforts, we did share some harmonious and happy days.

However, once Ulysses' first love, Beatrice, reappeared, he changed completely towards me. They hatched a vicious plan, drugging me and sending me to Beatrice's husband's bed. Her husband was born with paralyzed legs and couldn't move. Beatrice, in her greed for his fortune, had him confined, planning to kill him off after I gave birth so that all his assets would fall into her hands.

The Huxley Group was an old aristocratic family with immeasurable assets spanning generations. Beatrice, taking advantage of the fact that the Huxley family elders were not in Kaldira City, acted so brazenly towards Carson.

Thinking of that man, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Yet, I was overwhelmed with my own troubles and didn't know what to do. When the butler brought me food, I begged him to bring me some medical supplies. Struggling, I managed to clean myself up and took some anti-inflammatory medicine, which barely alleviated the pain.

Being locked up here, it was easy to lose track of time. I had to quickly think of a way to escape. Unexpectedly, an opportunity arose soon. Beatrice, irritated by the child's fussing and fearing I might not survive, threw the baby at me.

"Feed her with your breast milk, slut! Don't let her die. If she does, I'll bury you with her."

I lowered my pale face, hiding the hatred in my eyes, and took the child with trembling hands. The baby, who had been crying violently, instantly quieted down. Beatrice, filled with jealousy, brutally kicked me.

"You're just like your whore of a mother. She doesn't cry when she's in your filthy arms. Does a country woman like you think she's better than me? Stupid bitch."

With that, she stomped away in her high heels, and the iron door clanged shut again, plunging the room into darkness. But I was overjoyed, gently caressing the baby's little face, feeling a rare sense of calm.

Before long, Ulysses came to see us again. For once, he wasn't cold and harsh.

"I felt sorry for the child, so I brought her to you. Remember Beatrice's kindness. Without her, you wouldn't have had the fortune to give birth. I won’t let someone like you give birth to a Dorne family child. Once you recover, you can have another child with Carson, preferably a boy, and then I'll let you go. How about that?"

My heart, which had just begun to warm, plunged back into despair. I looked up at him suddenly.

"Ulysses, you call me a slut, but what makes you any better? Are you happy to put a cuckold on yourself? Your heart is so dirty, it's beyond recognition."

Enraged, Ulysses stepped forward and slapped me, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at me.