They Gave My Newborn to His First Love,My Ruthless Revenge

Only me, sitting alone in the wheelchair.

Inside the room, Nolan was tenderly coaching Renee on how to hold the baby. The three of them framed together made a picture so harmonious it hurt to look at.

I ran my hand over my own belly, empty now, laced with stretch marks, the loose skin still sagging from the delivery.

"Let's go," I told the nurse.

"Are you really going to... leave the baby here?" the nurse asked, unable to believe it.

I looked at my phone's lock screen, at the photo of the cozy little nursery I'd decorated with my own hands, and gave a bitter little laugh.

"They won't let me take her."

A family passing by peered through the crack in the door, murmuring with envy.

"That mom's so lucky. Her husband looks so considerate, treats her like a queen."

"Right? This VIP suite must run a few thousand a day. Same kind of people, completely different luck."

Another family member's eyes settled on me, full of pity.

"Look at that one. Had her baby all by herself. Her face is white as a sheet."

I swallowed the sourness rising in my throat and repeated to the nurse.

"Please, take me to the farthest standard room. As far as possible."

I'd barely settled into the room they'd scrambled to free up when Nolan's message came through.

"Are you done throwing your fit? Get back here already. Don't put Renee under any stress."

I stared at the message, shaking with rage.

"Nolan, I'm done with this marriage."

I was about to send it when a group chat popped up, filling the screen. The family group chat.

Renee had posted nine photos in a row.

One of her kissing my daughter's forehead.

One of her and Nolan with their heads pressed together, playing with the baby.

The caption read: "Blessed with a baby girl. Mother and daughter both doing well."

The chat exploded in an instant.

Nolan's aunt: "Oh my, so Renee's official now?"

Nolan's cousin: "Congrats to my brother and his wife! Oh, wait—congrats to the godmother!"

Nolan's mother went straight for a big cash gift, addressed specifically to Renee.

"Renee's worked so hard. This godmother cares more than the real mom."

I couldn't hold back anymore, and I fired off one line in the chat.

"Do you all think this is funny? I'm the child's mother!"

The next second, a notice popped up on the screen.

【Group admin Nolan has muted all members.】

Nolan's call came chasing right after.

"Prudence, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"Delete that line you just posted, and then apologize to the relatives."

His talent for turning black into white made me laugh in disbelief.

"Apologize? I just came back from the brink of death. Why should I apologize?"

"Is it because I won't hand over my newborn daughter for your childhood sweetheart to play with like a toy? Or because I interrupted your happy little family fantasy?"

My voice trembled with fury.

On the other end, Nolan only sighed, his tone dripping with weary patience.

"I knew it. Your postpartum hormones are all over the place, you're too sensitive."

"Renee meant well. She just wanted to share the load, take some weight off you. And the relatives were only joking. Do you really have to blow it up like this?"

"Do you have any idea? The second you posted that line, you scared Renee into tears."

He paused, then said in a commanding tone.

"Now, right now, send a cash gift in the group. Say you were just in a bad mood and misspoke."

"Then publicly acknowledge that Renee is the child's godmother. And we'll call this whole thing over."

So it turned out that in his heart, a single tear from Renee weighed far more than the ten months I carried this child, more than the life-and-death ordeal I'd just been through.

I gathered every ounce of strength I had and choked out the two words.

"Divorce."