"No! Ethan Mo, you can't do this! This is our child! How can you be so cruel?"
Lena Su screamed hysterically, struggling against the nurses who held her down and strapped her limbs to the operating table.
Ethan Mo stared at her with icy, ruthless eyes.
"Murderers don't deserve to be the mother of my child," he said, his voice cold and cutting.
Her body trembled violently.
Murderer? That's what he thought she was?
"No… Ethan, please, I'm begging you. The baby is innocent. Please, don't hurt him…"
Lena pleaded, hoping to touch even a shred of mercy in his heart.
"Make sure the procedure is thorough," Ethan ordered. "I don't want her ever getting pregnant again."
His words shattered her last hope into pieces.
As the operating room doors slammed shut, Lena let out a heart-wrenching scream:
"Ethan Mo, you'll regret this! You'll regret this for the rest of your life!"
For a brief moment, Ethan's gaze flickered. But soon, the coldness returned.
Regret?
Yes, he did regret—
He regretted trusting her unconditionally.
He regretted ignoring Kexin's warnings.
Most of all, he regretted entrusting his ailing mother to her, only for her to die in a fire that almost ruined the Mo family.
From now on, he would never give Lena another chance to hurt the people he cared about.
No matter how Lena cried or begged the doctors and nurses, no one responded.
This hospital belonged to the Mo Corporation. As long as Ethan issued the order, they would follow it—without question—even if the woman lying there was Mrs. Mo.
Without any anesthesia, the cold surgical instruments invaded her body like knives. The pain was like being flayed alive—raw, brutal, inhuman.
The doctor seemed to be torturing her on purpose, stopping just before she lost consciousness, only to continue when she barely caught her breath.
In wave after wave of unbearable pain, she lost her first child—perhaps the only one she would ever have.
And for the first time, Lena Su began to hate the man she had loved for fifteen years.
She hated his indifference, his cruelty, his utter disregard for the life they had created together.
Her screams echoed down the cold hallway, torn from a heart that had truly shattered.
When she finally awoke, there was a blurry figure standing at the edge of her bed. It took her a while to focus.
"Kexin Meng?" she said weakly.
Kexin leaned in closer, clicking her tongue with mock pity. Her smile was smug and radiant.
"I heard the doctor say Ethan didn't even let them use anesthesia. They ripped your baby out of you while you were fully awake? Lena Su, how does it feel—being destroyed by the man you loved most?"
At the word baby, Lena instinctively reached for her stomach.
It was still throbbing with searing pain. Her baby… was gone.
Ethan Mo, how could you do this… even to your own flesh and blood?
"Get out!" Lena gritted her teeth, fists trembling with hatred.
She had once considered Kexin her best friend—sharing every secret, going everywhere together.
But two years ago, when the fire happened, it was Kexin who stood up and lied in court, falsely testifying against her.
It was then Lena realized—what she thought was friendship had only ever been one-sided.
Kexin had only used her to get close to Ethan and push her out of the picture.
The man she loved most misunderstood her.
The friend she trusted most betrayed her.
Even if her body was broken, the pain in her heart was far worse.
But Kexin didn't leave. Instead, she sat down beside the bed and smiled even wider.
"No. I want to stay and enjoy this pitiful scene. Lena Su, you're pathetic. I'm already Ethan's girlfriend, and you're still shamelessly clinging to him?
Oh—and in case you didn't know… I was the one who started that fire two years ago."
Lena froze.
"Yeah. I meant to burn you alive. But that old hag—Ethan's mother—saved you instead and died in your place.
But so what? Ethan loves me. He'll never believe you, you murderer!"
"What… did you just say?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper—but it hit like lightning.
The fire… had been deliberately set… by Kexin Meng?
She had endured years of torment from Ethan, carried the guilt of his mother's death, and lived under the Mo family's hatred—believing it was all her fault.
But now she knew—it had never been her fault.
She remembered Ethan's mother pushing her out the window to save her life.
She remembered the child torn from her womb.
The hatred boiling inside her finally exploded.
With a sudden burst of strength, Lena lunged and wrapped her hands tightly around Kexin Meng's neck.
"Kexin Meng—I'll kill you!"