The glaring words “Care Instructions for Pregnant Women” caught my eye, and I bitterly tugged at my lips.

Not bringing the child into this world, I wondered whether it was a stroke of luck or misfortune.

Due to Jakob’s domineering demands, the hospital was in chaos, and someone had apparently called Caroline.

She, too, must have known about my death. Hiding her inner glee, she approached Jakob with a feigned gentle demeanor: “Jake, death is irreversible. If Aleah were still alive, she would never want to see you like this…”

Before she could finish, Jakob, already impatient, coldly snapped, “Get out.”

It was the first time I had seen Jakob...