She hadn’t intended to read someone else’s documents. But her gaze caught on familiar words. Date. Signature. Clinic seal.

She slowly approached.

It was a doctor’s report. Several months ago. In black and white: satisfactory health. Favorable prognosis. Not a word about a fatal illness.

Nearby lay another document—a contract with a lawyer. In the event of the birth of a child, all property would pass to the heir. If there’s no child, the marriage will be annulled within a year, leaving her with nothing.

As it turned out later, a wealthy relative of his had died and left him all her property, but on one condition: he must become a father within a year.

She was used and lied to, her pity was exploited, and then she would be thrown out into the street like an unwanted possession.