After receiving the divorce certificate, I told Jayden Watson that I was pregnant.

He sneered coldly and said indifferently, "Well, why don't you handle it yourself? Afterward, make sure to send it to me for verification."

He thought I was using this as a ploy to win him back.

However, the next day, I followed his "wish" and sent him a foam box containing something bloody and disfigured.

While he wept bitterly, I blocked him and left the country.

Later, as I returned with my daughter, I unexpectedly ran into him at the airport.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked at me and my daughter with the gaze of someone who had found a long-lost treasure.

"I knew you wouldn't have the heart to terminate it. That was a child we had eagerly anticipated. Come here, sweetheart, I'm your father."

Before I could respond, the man beside me could no longer contain himself. He tightened his grip on my hand and said with irritation: