"You’re disgusting!" Priscilla’s husband slapped her across the face in front of the party guests. Her plea was desperate. "I’ve had a miscarriage… please, take me to the hospital." But her sister, Larissa, stepped forward, eyes glistening with false sorrow. "Stop lying, sister. You just can’t stand to see me happy, can you?" The crowd turned on Priscilla, their stares like knives. She was shoved to the ground, bleeding, and still-no one believed her. When the party was over, her husband finally came, impatient. "Come on. I’ll take you to the hospital." Priscilla pushed him away. "Get out. You are no longer my husband."
Chapter 1
"Priscilla, I'll take everything from you-your family's love, your husband's loyalty... And you? You'll end up with nothing," Larissa Wilburn, Priscilla Wilburn's sister, declared confidently.
And she did it.
Priscilla became the sister her twin brother Claude Wilburn resented, and the wife Wesley Carlton despised.
On the night of Larissa's birthday, Priscilla miscarried. Nobody noticed or simply cared.
***
At 11:30 p.m.
Priscilla stared blankly at the harsh white light above her head and the IV bag dripping clear fluid.
The ward door creaked open, and a slightly tired male voice broke the silence. "Honey, what happened?"
An hour ago, she was wheeled out of the OR. Under the nurse's pitying gaze, she borrowed a phone to text Wesley, asking him to come and cover her medical bills when available.
Finally, he arrived-immaculate in a crisp white shirt, his handsome features marred only by faint traces of exhaustion.
She turned her face away, the corners of her eyes gli
