---- had orchestrated. Ambrose heard his voice ring out, loud and clear. " The wedding day, then. I'll stage an accident and do the surgery myself. After that, her uterus will be Nell's." Almost immediately, chaos erupted. But this time, it wasn't laughter. Instead, it was fury. "What a monster! He planned to take her uterus on their wedding day!" someone shouted. Another yelled, "This is insane! That's attempted murder!" "I'm disgusted! And he's supposed to be a doctor?" The crowd's outrage swelled around Ambrose. He stumbled back in a daze, crashing into the champagne tower. Glass shattered, and crystal shards scattered across the floor. The sharp sound echoed through the room, as if fate itself were mocking him for ---- his stupidity and cruelty. Humiliated, he fled the wedding venue. Meanwhile, the plane I was on was facing some turbulence. The jolt dragged me into a nightmare. In it, I stood in a dimly lit hall. I was dressed in white and facing Ambrose. A fake smile was plastered across his face. Then, without warning, the chandelier overhead gave way and plummeted toward me. I let out a piercing scream at that sight. Before I knew it, everything turned red. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a cold operating table, while pain tore through my lower abdomen. Ambrose, however, stood beside me with a cold expression. "The baby's gone. We couldn't save ---- your uterus either." In an instant, my world collapsed. I cried my heart out, but it didn't stir even the slightest pity in him. After the wedding, I drifted through life like a shadow. Day after day, I endured the Sinclairs' scorn and Ambrose's indifference. In the end, I couldn't fight the crushing weight of despair and depression. So, I chose to end my miserable life by jumping from a building. There was a sickening thud as my body hit the ground. I died with my eyes wide open.