After my divorce, I discovered I was pregnant with triplets. I scheduled the surgery… But as soon as I lay down on the operating table, a powerful man suddenly appeared by my side…

“Three years of marriage,” he said coldly. “That’s fair.”

Elena had smiled.

Three years of her life.

Three years of giving up her career.

Three years caring for his sick mother, cooking his meals, waiting for him at night, enduring constant criticism.

And all of it was worth less than a fraction of his lifestyle.

The house was never hers.

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