On the tenth day of caesarean section, I personally sent my husband to prison

Synopsis

Phoebe gave birth to her premature son via C-section in Los Angeles; while she suffered a severe hemorrhage, her husband, Oliver, was out drinking with a female colleague, coldly telling the caller to "let her sign the papers herself." Oliver failed to show up when she was discharged on Valentine's Day. Upon returning home alone with the baby, she caught Tabitha—a junior alumna from Oliver's university—coming downstairs wrapped in a bath towel. Oliver took Tabitha to the Ritz-Carlton right in front of her; when Phoebe followed them to the hotel, she was shoved to the ground, causing her C-section incision to tear open and blood to soak through the bandages. That night, she didn't cry; instead, she cleaned up the blood, packed her bags, and left the villa, simultaneously revealing a trump card she had held in reserve for three years: she was the secret financier behind the impending acquisition of Oliver's company. Oliver fell from CEO to working as a food delivery driver and dishwasher. At an investment conference, he knelt and begged to reconcile, but Phoebe handed him a paternity test proving the child was not biologically his. The police subsequently took him away for harassment and stalking. A year later, Phoebe married the gentle and reliable Lucas by the sea in Santa Barbara, while Oliver could only watch from afar through the iron bars, no longer entitled to take a single step closer.