My Career and Love Life Flourished after a Divorce

On the third day after my unexpected miscarriage, my husband, George Wood, brought home my stepsister, Savannah Ahmed. She was eight months pregnant.

My stepmother, Julia Ahmed, said, "The Food family needs a child to continue the family legacy."

My father added, "Clara, you must learn tolerance."

When Savannah had an accident, George dragged me to the hospital and said, "We must save Savannah, even if we have to drain every last drop of Clara's blood. Clara, you should feel honored that you are still useful." George's cold words pierced through my heart. "You may leave now."

I lay alone in the hospital corridor, waiting to die, but no one knew that I had already made a deal with George's most formidable rival, who was like a devil from hell.

...

"Savannah is pregnant with my baby," George said, holding Savannah's hand.

His voice was emotionless, yet it stabbed into my heart like an icy dagger.

A week ago, I lay on the operating table, and the doctor said in a regretful voice, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wood. Due to excessive bleeding from the accidental miscarriage, your uterus is severely damaged. It will be difficult for you to conceive again in the future." His words were still echoing in my ears.

I cried until I fainted. George held my hand tightly and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Clara, it doesn't matter. Whether you give birth to a baby or not, you will always be my only wife. I love you."

But now, he stood before my father and Julia and announced his "good news" with Savannah.

Julia immediately let out an exaggerated cheer. She rushed to Savannah and gently caressed her swollen belly. "You're amazing, Savannah. You are truly a credit to our family."

She turned to me with a fake smile, but her eyes were full of provocation. "You won't mind, will you, Clara?" After all, George is the only heir of the Wood family. He needs a child."

I felt a chill run through my body and looked at George in disbelief. "George, you must be joking. Right…"

"I'm not." George interrupted me. He took out a document from his suit pocket and tossed it on the coffee table. "This is the paternity test report. Savannah is carrying my baby."

As the papers scattered, my vision blurred.

Savannah was thirty-two weeks pregnant. It was eight months ago...

It turned out that he had an affair with Savannah for so long.

Those late-night "overtime" sessions and those sudden "business trips" were likely all lies.

George said with a hint of condescension, "Once the baby is born, I will announce it as yours, just as I promised before. No one will replace your position. Clara, you'll be Mrs. Wood forever. George's tone shifted, and his gaze turned sharp as he said, "But as compensation, you must transfer all your research results and patents to Savannah."

Julia immediately chimed in, her voice rising with excitement, "That's right, Clara. How much George cares for you! This way, you won't have to endure the hardships of pregnancy and can still maintain your position. And Savannah can achieve her dream of interning at the pharmaceutical research institute. You should agree."

I looked at my father. He sat on the sofa and sipped his coffee slowly. "Clara, you need to learn tolerance. Don't be so selfish."

Looking at the false faces, I felt trapped. Julia's greed, my father's indifference, and George's betrayal seemed to enclose me like an impenetrable net. I was suffocated.

My research results were the fruit of countless sleepless nights and immense effort, but they wanted to take them away just like that.

"No. I don't agree."

Everyone's faces darkened instantly.

"Clara, you're too selfish." Julia scolded me.

My father frowned and said sternly, "You ungrateful thing. Are you going to ruin the entire family over something so trivial?"

"I'm sorry, but it's all my fault. Please don't be angry." Savannah started her act again. She was really good at feigning kindness and fragility. "I'll leave once the baby is born, Clara. Please, don't fight. I bought these roses at the flower shop on my way here. I remember they're your favorite. I hope you can forgive me."

Savannah had seen my medical report and knew well that I was allergic to pollen.

I avoided the flowers she handed over and snapped, "Stay away!"

As I raised my hand, Savannah seemed to be pushed hard, falling heavily to the floor.

"Ah—" "Savannah!" Julia screamed and rushed over to hold Savannah. She then glared at me viciously and said, "Clara, why did you push Savannah? She's pregnant."

"I didn't..." Before I finished my words, my throat seized up in spasms, and my asthma was about to flare.

"You're still denying it." My father was trembling with anger.

"Take the flowers away!" I kicked the roses that had fallen on the floor, trying to move them away from me.

But my action only ignited their fury.

My father picked up the bouquet and threw it at my face. "You've gone too far, Clara."

George's face was livid. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Savannah."

"No! Help me! I…"

They all knew I was severely allergic to pollen.

"She's acting again," my father said coldly.

"Forget about her. Get Savannah to the hospital now. She doesn't look well," Julia said anxiously.

Savannah clutched George's shirt and asked in a trembling voice, "Will the baby be okay? George, I'm so scared."

"Don't worry. We'll be at the hospital soon."

They escorted Savannah away, and none of them looked back at me.

I collapsed on the floor, and my lungs squeezed to the limit.

Driven by a powerful survival instinct, I struggled to crawl toward my phone, dialed that number, and managed to utter a cry for help with the last of my strength. "Please… help me!"