After my sister returned to the country, she pushed me into the abyss

I married the man my sister didn’t want, and surprisingly, I was happy.

Until she came back from overseas.

She looked at my baby bump, smiled, and pushed me down the stairs.

John arrived to find me covered in blood.

He rushed me to the hospital, but the baby was gone.

I wanted my sister to pay, but John said, “We can have another baby, but there’s only one Lily.”

“Let’s get a divorce.”

I stared numbly at the hospital ceiling.

My heart felt like it was being stabbed.

The pain from last night was still fresh.

When I was pushed, John’s first reaction was to check if Lily was okay.

I missed the critical time for treatment, lost the baby, and can never have children again.

John was indifferent: “Don’t be dramatic, we can have another baby.”

I stared at him in disbelief, gripping the white sheets.

“John, this was our baby!”

John’s face was cold and silent.

I thought I had married the right person.

Now, I was completely disillusioned.

Months ago, John and I were intimate.

He held me tight and called me Lily.

Lily.

That’s my sister’s name.

My parents said I was always a bit slow, so they named me Emily, hoping I’d get smarter.

They said my sister was like the moon, bright and pure.

“Emily, she’s your sister, why can’t you just let it go?”

“John, are you out of your mind?! She pushed me down the stairs! Are you blind?!”

“It wasn’t her fault, she was scared!”

John yelled at me.

My heart ached sharply.

“Yeah, yeah, your sister would never do such a thing.”

My parents chimed in.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I looked at them in disbelief, suddenly understanding.

I was a stand-in bride for Lily.

She didn’t want to get married, so my parents sent her abroad.

But John was so good to me, so attentive.

I even forgot that Lily was his true love.

And my parents, they were never on my side.

I was an outsider.

A nurse came to check on me, asking if I needed to use the restroom.

Before I was pregnant, even when I was just sick, John would carry me.

“Is this your husband?” the nurse asked tentatively.

“Then let him help you.”

John’s eyes held no sympathy, only disgust and reluctance.

I gave a bitter smile and lied: “No, he cheated. He’s not my husband anymore. Oh, and that woman over there is my sister, the other woman.”

“Emily, what are you talking about?! Are you crazy?!”

John looked shocked and frowned.

I weakly grabbed the wall and limped to the bathroom.

I turned on the faucet and the toilet to cover my sobs.

No one in this family wanted to pretend anymore.

Lily was clinging to John, crying dramatically.

Seeing me come out, she slowly detached herself from him.

She hid behind John, completely shielded.

When I was brought to the hospital, I was in so much pain, crying my heart out.

But John got a call saying Lily was scared.

He left me alone and rushed out.

The doctors even thought he was a hit-and-run driver.

“Do you really want a divorce?”

John seemed to not believe me.

“It’s my right.”

I replied coldly.

John didn’t answer.

He just pressed his lips together and frowned.

He always frowned, and for years, I smoothed them out when he slept.

He probably didn’t believe I’d actually let him go.

I almost forgot, John used to be a doctor.

I spent all my savings to help him get promoted.

I was half the reason he became chief of surgery.

I helped him maintain his “family man” image, even campaigning for him.

That’s when I got pregnant.

It was all so convenient, wasn’t it?

“I’ll apologize for her, is that enough?” John asked.

A life, reduced to an apology.

A wave of dizziness and heartache washed over me, almost making me fall.

Lily suddenly coughed.

He immediately turned to her, full of concern.

My parents came back with groceries, smiling at me, which was rare.

My mom bragged loudly, “We got you all these goodies from the fancy market! Look, they’re all really good supplements! Whose parents are this good to their married daughter?!”

I was touched, for a moment.

“Smash!”

I threw the bags on the floor.

My misery couldn’t be hidden any longer.

John immediately shielded Lily.

He glared at me and warned, “Emily, stop throwing a tantrum! What more do you want? If you don’t like these, I’ll buy you more! Don’t hurt anyone.”

“Hurt?” I scoffed, pointing at the groceries. “Milk, mangoes, bird’s nest, bone broth. I’m allergic to half of these things. John, let’s test you. Which two am I allergic to? If you can tell me, I’ll eat the rest!”

John froze, his face pale.

“Tell me!”

“You were so picky as a child! Who would remember that?!” My mom snapped.

She couldn’t keep up the loving mother act anymore.

“We bought you all these supplements, things we couldn’t afford as kids, and you’re complaining? You’re so ungrateful! Do you know how much these cost?!” My dad yelled.

When Lily was little, even a sneeze warranted a hospital visit.

I was afraid of poisoning myself, and now I was the ungrateful one.

The commotion attracted attention.

Lily, as expected, sweetly smiled and started picking up the groceries.

“Oh Emily, John’s just busy, and Mom and Dad are getting old, their memory isn’t what it used to be. You can’t have mangoes, I won’t let them buy them for you anymore.”

“See, how thoughtful Lily is.”

My mom said approvingly.

“Then why did you give me mango milk during my SATs?”

Lily’s hand froze.

She thought I’d forgotten.

“Lily, don’t pick that up!” John pulled Lily up, looking at me with disgust, frowning, “She’s not like that, the stairs were an accident, we can have another baby…”

“It’s okay, there’s a security camera.” I interrupted.

I installed it for the baby.

It would be easy to prove whether it was an accident.

A crack finally appeared in Lily’s facade.

John stared at me in silence, a malicious glint in his eyes, finally saying, “I’ll agree to a divorce, but you can’t bother Lily.”

I scoffed.

“Otherwise, I can make sure you leave with nothing.”

I stared at John in shock.

He would need proof for that.

“How…”

John seemed to anticipate my question.

He gave a sinister smile, “That baby…wasn’t even mine. You cheated.”

John said he had proof of my affair.

I thought I had amnesia.

He should be the one who fell down the stairs.

What nonsense was he spouting?

But then, John showed me a video.

It was in our bedroom.

One person was a strange man…

And the other woman was me?!

Both completely naked.

How was this possible?!

I trembled, frozen in place.

My mind went blank.

“This video was on your phone, Emily. You cheated.”

John’s voice was serious.

Fear consumed me.

I had no memory of this.

Even if it was real…

Why wait until now to mention it?

What was he trying to do?

“Impossible!”

I clutched my head.

It felt like it was splitting open.

John took a cold breath and said, “I sent that man to jail.”

“Wh…what?”

I wished my ears were malfunctioning.

I wished this was just a nightmare.

Wake up!

“Emily, we were married for three years before we had a baby, don’t you think that’s strange?”

I stood there, dazed.

I had never seen John so scary and unfamiliar.

When he proposed, he promised to always take care of me.

“I can’t have children,” John said flatly.

“How is that possible? This was our baby. John, are you being tricked?!”

I cried out, losing my grip on reality.

“Emily, John really can’t have children.”

Lily looked at me provocatively.

John gently embraced Lily and said seriously, “Don’t blame her. I wouldn’t have known about my condition if it weren’t for Lily. You said you wanted a child, and I happened to need one too.”

To further his career…

“So you sent me to another man’s bed?!”

Nausea welled up in my stomach, I almost threw up.

“You should be thanking me,” John suddenly glared at me with a cruel smile. “I searched through so many people to find someone with good genes. I paid him a lot of money, and he agreed. That night, you enjoyed yourself. More than you ever did with me. Weren’t you also playing a game?!”

“Slap!”

John’s face turned bright red.

My vision went black and I collapsed.

No wonder he made me drink so much that night.

He knew I didn’t like alcohol.

Wait a minute!

I looked at my parents’ calm expressions.

I trembled all over.

“Emily, now that the baby’s gone, just get divorced,” my mom said, glancing at me with no sympathy.

John wanted a child only to advance his career.

My world shattered.

I lunged at John and bit his arm.

He threw me to the ground.

John kicked me. “Emily, you think you’re so important. You slept with another man! You’re the one who wronged me!”

How had I not seen this before?

John was insane.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Emily, my father died because of you…”

The venom in John’s eyes seemed genuine.

When did I kill his father?

Lily looked down at me coldly, “Didn’t you always wonder what we owed John’s family? During your SATs, you had an episode, and John’s father got into a car accident rushing to help you.”

“If it weren’t for that mango milk, would I have had an episode?!”

“But you could have continued the test, you wasted so much time! If it weren’t for you, my dad wouldn’t have died!”

John suddenly choked me, his eyes bloodshot.

So he had been acting this whole time?

I laughed bitterly, “Then why did you marry me?”

“So you could atone!”

“All these years, you never loved me?”

Tears streamed down my face.

John paused, his expression unreadable.

“No.”

The evidence was undeniable, and it held up in court.

I was forced to leave with nothing.

I went back to get my things, only to find my belongings thrown outside.

“Ma’am, I’ve packed your things. Mr. Stone said you’re not the lady of the house anymore.”

The housekeeper looked at me apologetically.

Where did I even have a home?

My parents and Lily and John were living happily together.

I was thrown out.

I lost everything overnight.

Luckily, I had some savings and stayed in a hotel.

I set up a tombstone for my unborn child, crying uncontrollably.

How could they be happy? This couldn’t just end like this.

If no one else would give me justice, I would get it myself.