Selina returned home and quickly drafted a divorce agreement. With trembling hands, she signed her name on the dotted line and sealed the document in an envelope, placing it on the coffee table in the living room. She knew that if she hesitated even a second longer, she might lose her resolve to leave David. Throughout their marriage, David had always maintained his emotional distance, while Selina had lost her heart completely.
As night fell, Selina packed a few changes of clothes, leaving behind even the jewelry Rachel had given her. She had arrived at the Wilsons' with nothing, and she would leave the same way - taking nothing that wasn't rightfully hers.
Before leaving, Selina took one last tour of the mansion. After the drugging incident, David had fired all the staff, leaving Selina to juggle the roles of housekeeper, cook, cleaner, and gardener. Under Jennifer's critical eye, she had mastered even the most demanding household tasks.
Every corner of the house held memories of her efforts to please David, of countless hours spent cleaning and decorating to his tastes. Now, as she prepared to leave, she felt an unexpected pang of regret. But she knew that no matter how much it hurt, she couldn't hold onto something that wasn't truly hers.
Selina checked into a clean budget hotel, her mind racing with plans for her post-divorce life. But in the dead of night, she was violently awakened and dragged from her bed. Before she could scream, a filthy rag was shoved into her mouth, her eyes were blindfolded, and she was bound and thrown into a vehicle.
Panic and terror gripped her as she struggled against her bonds, her mind frantically searching for a reason behind this attack. Who had she offended? Had she unknowingly flaunted wealth? Her reclusive lifestyle and online work meant she barely knew anyone, let alone made enemies.
Thoughts of her unborn child helped Selina force herself to calm down. After a frantic drive, the car screeched to a halt. Selina was roughly handled into a building that reeked of antiseptic - a hospital. Fresh waves of fear washed over her as she realized the implications, and she began to struggle wildly.
A vicious slap across her face left her seeing stars, her cheek stinging from the impact. A menacing voice growled, "Cooperate if you want to live." Still dazed from the blow, Selina found herself strapped to an operating table.
"Get rid of the child in her belly."
Selina's eyes widened in horror beneath the blindfold, her pupils dilating in shock and disbelief. This wasn't about ransom or revenge - they wanted to abort her baby! Who could be so cruel to an unborn child?
Selina fought like a woman possessed, the ropes cutting into her flesh as she thrashed against her restraints. Blood streamed from her wounds, but she felt nothing except the overwhelming need to protect her child.
A sudden sharp pain in her arm signaled an injection. Selina felt her strength ebbing away, her limbs growing heavy and unresponsive. She wanted to beg, to plead for her child's life, but no sound escaped her lips. It felt like drowning, a suffocating despair engulfing her as she slipped into unconsciousness.
"She's not fully under yet. If she struggles during the procedure, we could lose them both!"
"Mr. Wilson can manage any fallout. If she dies, it's her own worthless life to lose!"
Mr. Wilson? David?!
The image of David's tall, imposing figure, always surrounded by an aura of icy detachment, flashed through Selina's mind. The realization felt like a knife twisting in her heart as she finally succumbed to the darkness.
Time passed in a haze.
"Honey, I think her hand just moved."
"Quick, call the doctor! She's waking up!"
Selina's eyes fluttered open, taking in surroundings that looked more like a luxury suite than a hospital room. Five pairs of eyes stared at her intently, following her every movement as she took in her surroundings.
The memories of her ordeal came flooding back, and Selina instinctively tried to sit up. A well-groomed middle-aged woman rushed to support her.
Before Selina could thank her, a sharp pain in her abdomen sent waves of anxiety coursing through her. "My baby..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
The woman's eyes filled with sympathy. "Sweetheart, you have your whole life ahead of you. There will be other children."
Selina's world shattered. Her baby was gone.
Her fingers trembled as they ghosted over her now-empty womb. Grief and self-loathing overwhelmed her. She had failed to protect her child.
She had asked for a divorce - why couldn't David just let her go? White-hot hatred coursed through her veins as she clutched at the silk bedsheets.
"Sweetheart, I'll make them pay for this," a distinguished-looking middle-aged man said, embracing the woman who had helped supporting Selina. "Right now, you need to focus on getting well."
The woman nodded in agreement, while three strikingly handsome young men looked on with concern.
Selina's confusion was all over her face. "Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?"
The group exchanged glances before the older man explained everything.
It turned out that Selina was his long-lost daughter. She had been kidnapped as an infant due to a family feud. By the time they discovered her whereabouts, she had vanished without a trace. After years of searching, they had finally found her - but they were too late to prevent her recent ordeal.
As the man finished his story, Selina could see the guilt and hope in their eyes. She didn't know how to respond.
She had always known she was adopted - or rather, that her foster father had originally intended to sell her. When the buyer backed out, he had no choice but to bring her home. Her foster mother had insisted on keeping her, despite her husband's objections.
Over the years, Selina had tried to find her birth parents. Even Rachel had helped in the search when Selina first came to the Wilsons. But with no childhood memories and her bitter foster father refusing to provide any information, the trail had gone cold. Now, it seemed her family had found her instead.
Looking closely, Selina could see the family resemblance in their features.
But Selina's emotions were in turmoil as she had just suffered the devastating loss of her child. She didn't know how to handle this sudden appearance of a long-lost family.
"Sweetheart, it's all my fault for not protecting you. You've suffered so much!" The older woman's eyes glistened with tears. "If you don't want to accept us, we won't force you. We just want a chance to make amends and take care of you."
"Selina, I'll protect you from now on. No one will ever hurt you again," one of the young men declared.
"Selina, what do you like? Whatever it is, I'll get it for you!" another chimed in.
"Selina, take this black card. Don't worry about spending too much!" the third added.
They all eagerly tried to win Selina's favor.
As Selina observed the family - dressed simply but exuding an unmistakable air of wealth and refinement - a sudden realization struck her. "You... you're not the Robinsons, are you?" she asked hesitantly.
The search for the long-lost daughter of the Robinsons, one of the country's top three financial powerhouses, had been all over the news recently. Could it really be them?
