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The door behind Sarah opened. Bruce, looking haggard, perked up when he heard her words. “Rose, do you still like me?” At that moment, he resembled the man who had first pursued me. “Husband!” Sarah’s eyes widened, and she panted urgently, “Your wife is me. I’m carrying your child.” Those words brought Bruce back to reality. He instantly deflated, the light in his eyes fading. His gaze, however, remained fixed on me, as if waiting for me to give him a definitive answer. Sarah seemed provoked by his attitude. She directed all her hatred and resentment toward me, as if she wanted to strangle me on the spot. In fact, she did just that. No one could imagine how she managed to run over with her swollen belly, almost instantly reaching me, her hands tightly gripping my neck, her long nails digging deeply into my flesh. It was both painful and suffocating. I pushed her shoulders with both hands, but couldn't move her an inch. Her eyes were bloodshot and she stubbornly wanted to kill me.