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As I approached my due date, my body became heavier. The servant who was supposed to help me get up in the morning was still not here. I tried to call out a few times, but no one responded. I had no choice but to get up by myself.

I staggered from the bedroom to the garden and found that there was no one in the villa. I felt something was wrong. I turned back to the bedroom to make a phone call, but my husband Samuel suddenly appeared behind me and said coldly:

"What? Are you not used to having no one to serve you?"

Samuel's eyes were icy cold, which chilled my heart. I dared not say anything and forced a smile:

"Hubby, I just..."

Before I could finish my words, Samuel kicked me hard in the bulging abdomen. The pain was so severe that I almost fainted. The blood and amniotic fluid gushed out from under me. The pain was so severe that I couldn't speak. I was puzzled. Why would Samuel treat me like this?

Seeing this, Samuel sneered:

"Don't you understand yet? Have you forgotten that you forced Wendy to jump into the sea and commit suicide in order to continue being my wife and the president's wife?"

That Wendy was not what he imagined. I shook my head and tried to explain with difficulty:

"No..."

But Samuel didn't want to listen to my explanation and kicked me hard again:

"For more than two years, I have lived in nightmares and memories every day. I endured the nausea and went to bed with you just to make you pregnant."

"Because I want to make you die in pain when you are most proud, happy and blessed."

I was shaking with pain and sweating profusely:

" If you think I did something wrong, at least let me give birth to our child. The child is innocent."

Samuel kicked me hard again:

"Child? You still have the nerve to talk about a child? Wendy was pregnant with my child at the time, are you soft-hearted? You killed my lover and child, so you and your bastard deserve to die!"

In pain and despair, I listened to Samuel's laughter and gradually lost my breath.