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Sebastian Gresham had a childhood friend, Lydia Hunt, who was obsessed with menswear. 

On our anniversary, he asked me to get out of the master bedroom so she could share our 

“Lydia doesn’t understand the complexities of women, she’s just a good bro I grew up with, 

don’t get any ideas.” 

When Lydia Hunt used a race car to run me off the road, causing me to lose my baby, my daughter sat in the passenger seat and watched coldly. 

“Mom, she already slowed down. Stop faking it.” 

So when Sebastian Gresham proposed a sham divorce for Lydia Hunt’s sake, I agreed in a 

heartbeat. 

Later, I brought my new family home. Facing Sebastian Gresham’s interrogation and my daughter’s wailing, I said coolly. 

“Micah Yip is just a colleague; we only shared a bed because it was freezing. How dare you 

be so crude?” 

“Crying over something so trivial? Can you please stop playing the victim?” 

“One month. After Lydia Hunt deals with her family’s pressure to marry her off, we’ll get a 

divorce, then we’ll remarry.” 

“It’s a sham divorce, I swear. With Lydia’s personality, if anything was going to happen 

between us, it would have happened ages ago…” 

Sebastian Gresham started to explain, but I cut him off. 

“Even though it’s a sham divorce, to make it convincing, the agreement is ready. Felicity 

Gresham is yours, the child in my womb is mine, and I want nothing else. I’m going to the racetrack to pick up Felicity, and I’ll be moving out after dinner.” 

Sebastian Gresham was silent on the other end of the phone for a moment. Only after I 

finished replying to Micah Yip’s message did I hear him laugh. 

“Why so serious, wife? We have plenty of rooms in the house. You’re pregnant, why move 

around? Stay here; the nanny can take care of you.” 

Home? 

That saccharine word made my heart clench. 

Lydia Hunt comes and goes as she pleases, her clothes filling the master bedroom. And he still calls it my home? 

The roar of racing cars came from afar. I looked up and saw the small figure in the 

passenger seat, and my breath caught in my throat. 

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“Felicity Gresham! Didn’t you promise you’d just watch? Do you know how dangerous that is!” 

Felicity was in the passenger seat, without a car seat. She’s so small she can’t even buckle 

her seatbelt. 

4:54 pm DDDD 

She frowned, annoyed. “Mom, don’t overreact. Lydia said she’s been doing this since she was 

a kid. What are you even doing here? Weren’t you supposed to leave us alone when I’m with her?” 

Lydia floored it. “Sister–in–law, you’re such a delicate little princess, already crying? So good 

at faking it, no wonder Sebastian Gresham likes you.” 

Before she even finished speaking, the race car shot off like a bullet. 

I stood outside the guardrail, staring at the speeding blur, trembling. Sebastian Gresham’s completely unbothered voice drifted through the still–open phone line. 

“Lydia and I have been doing this since we were kids, don’t overreact. She knows her limits, 

nothing’s going to happen…” 

Before he could finish, a car careened out of control in the distance, crashed through the railing, and headed straight for me. 

Excruciating pain ripped through my abdomen, blood pooling beneath me. I couldn’t even scream before I blacked out in despair. 

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