When I was pregnant with my first child, I had a miscarriage. Since then, I’ve never been able to conceive again.

That’s when my husband’s attitude toward me began to change.

Now, he’s finally found a young, beautiful woman to give him a child. He must be overjoyed.

I sat in the café across from the hospital, gripping my cup so tightly I almost crushed it.

The next moment, my strength left me, and the cup slipped from my hand, crashing to the floor.

I jumped in shock, my entire body trembling.

A nearby waiter quickly stepped in and blocked me with a firm, strong arm. His arm, full of life, had veins slightly pulsing beneath his skin, exuding an unexpected hint of sexiness.

“Watch out,” a clear, youthful voice sounded. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar face.

It was him, Asher Sullivan, the younger brother of the woman my husband was cheating with.

The reason I remembered him was because his face was simply too striking. Even when standing next to a beauty like Jasmine, he would immediately draw my attention.

And more importantly, his looks were exactly my type.

I stared at him, dazed, completely forgetting when he finished cleaning up the mess.

Asher gave me a polite smile and asked, “Ma’am, is there anything else I can help with?”

I smiled softly.

Suddenly, a brilliant revenge plan crossed my mind.

Jasmine’s most precious treasure was her little brother. Most of the money she’d gotten from seducing my husband had been spent on him.

Their parents had died young, and Jasmine and her brother had relied on each other ever since. Her greatest wish was to see him succeed in life.

If she knew that her brother was destroyed by me, what kind of expression would she wear?

Teenage boys are easily seduced.

Having lost his parents at a young age, with only his sister to care for him, Asher’s attachment to mature women was beyond anything I could have imagined.

All it took was a little manipulation, and he came to me willingly.

What’s more, the artist he had always admired was me.