Word spread among their social circle that Kate Allen was cursed to lose her children. She had conceived three times, only to give birth to stillborn babies each time. And now, she had lost her fourth child as well. When Kate woke up, the first thing she saw was Barry Kent sitting beside her bed, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion. Seeing her awake, Barry lowered his head, took her hand, and said in a hoarse, sorrowful voice, "Kate... we're still young. We can have more children..." His phone vibrated, cutting him off. He glanced at the screen, then hesitated and looked at her. "Lucy Brown just texted. Herry Kent's having nightmares again and keeps asking for me. I..." Kate pulled her hand away calmly. "Go." Barry froze. In the past, Kate had always minded Lucy's presence deeply. Lucy was his late brother's widow—and also his first love. Kate had been jealous and upset countless times over how he doted on Lucy. But this time, she was unnervingly calm. "Kate, if you don't want me to go, I'll stay here with you..." "It's fine," Kate said flatly. "I'm alright here. Just go." Barry stared at her for a long moment before finally standing up to leave. "I'll be right back." Kate watched him walk away, bitterness spreading through her heart. Year after year, she kept giving birth to stillborns. She had always thought it was her poor health, that she hadn't been able to nurture her babies well. Until that day. She'd gone to a maternity store to prepare things for her fourth unborn child. As soon as she stepped inside, a familiar Bentley pulled up at the entrance. Barry and Lucy got out hand in hand, exchanging a soft smile like a real married couple. Kate froze on the spot. Lucy's son was almost four years old—why was she here at a maternity shop? Hiding behind the shelves, Kate listened to their conversation. Lucy's voice sounded melancholy. "Barry... I've always envied Kate. She's able to have so many children with you... When I fell ill and had my uterus removed, you rushed to stay with me all night. Knowing I couldn't accept never having children of my own, you decided to take Kate's baby to raise as mine, telling everyone it was my late husband's posthumous child. Later, when I said Herry was lonely all alone, you let Kate get pregnant twice more and gave both newborns to me." Lucy continued, "Barry... thank you." Barry paused, then finally replied, "I know you've always loved children. Granting your wish is the least I can do to take care of you for my brother's sake." Kate bit her lip hard until she tasted blood in her mouth. Each of her past three births had nearly cost her life. The first time, she'd hemorrhaged and fallen into a three-day coma. The second, she'd suffered a severe postpartum infection with a high fever of forty degrees. The third, a complicated breech birth that turned into an emergency C-section, leaving her on the operating table for six hours. Barry knew all of it. Yet all her agony meant nothing to him compared to Lucy. "After this next baby is given to you," Barry said quietly, "let Kate keep the one after that." He pressed his lips together. "She's suffered enough all these years, blaming herself every night and relying on antidepressants... She's still my wife. I can't bear to watch her waste away like this." Lucy replied softly, "Alright. Whatever you say. Take the fourth baby for me, and leave all the rest to her." "Have you picked out what you need? Let's go." Only after the Bentley drove away did Kate stumble out of the store. It had started to rain. The downpour soaked her clothes, leaving her shivering with cold. The first time she had met Barry, it had been raining like this too. She had pulled him out of a crashed car and rushed him to the hospital. When he woke up, he had searched everywhere for her. The moment he saw her, he had said, "You saved my life. I'll spend the rest of my life repaying you." She hadn't taken it seriously—but he had. No matter how late she worked, he would be waiting downstairs to take her home. Whatever snack she mentioned casually, he would bring it to her the next day. When she had a fever, he would stay by her side, refusing to sleep for nights. On the day he proposed, he had rented every LED screen in the city. The only message displayed was, "Let me take care of you for the rest of your life, Kate." Everyone had envied how well he treated her. The only thing that bothered her was Lucy, his widowed sister-in-law. It was only after they married that she learned Lucy had been his first love. Lucy had lived abroad with Barry's brother for years. After his brother died, she had been brought back to the country. After Lucy's return, Kate had clearly noticed Barry's unusually kind treatment of her. She had argued with him about it, but he had knelt before her and sworn, "My brother is gone. I'm the only one left to take care of her and her child." "Kate, you're my wife. No one will ever come before you in my heart." She had believed him. But what she had gotten in return was one "stillborn" baby after another. Every night, she had woken up from nightmares, wondering if she was truly cursed to kill her own children. But the truth was, her babies were alive and well—they just called another woman "Mom." Every time she had cried out in agony over losing her child, she had been paving the way for another woman's happiness. Kate's heart ached so much she could barely breathe. Tears streamed down her face. The baby in her belly seemed to sense her distress and started kicking violently. A sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. She looked down and saw rainwater mixed with blood streaming down her legs. Trembling, she pulled out her phone and called the ambulance—then lost consciousness completely. When she woke up again, she was told she had given birth to another stillborn. Thinking back to everything, Kate laughed. As she laughed, tears rolled down her cheeks—tears of disappointment in Barry, and tears of relief that her baby was actually alive. Kate wiped her tears, took out her phone, and called her brother. "James, I want a divorce." "Did Barry hurt you?!" Her brother's voice turned urgent. "If our family's business didn't require secrecy, you wouldn't have had to hide your identity for so long. But that's over now. Taking down The Kent family is easy for me. Don't worry—I'll be back in the country in two days!" Kate's eyes grew warm. "James, there's something I need you to help me with..." She was going to take back her children, and those who had stolen her babies would pay for what they'd done.