Synopsis：My best friend and I married into the Harper family together: I married the aloof fire captain older brother, and she married the widely admired surgeon younger brother. On our wedding anniversary, my husband’s first love locked me in a room, and suddenly a fire broke out upstairs, flames devouring the entire house. Seven months pregnant, I was trapped inside, with no one coming to help. Smoke burned my lungs as I trembled and called my husband, only to hear his impatient, icy reply: “Stop overreacting. Filing a false alarm is a crime. Megan’s cat is in danger too—I need to save a real life!” In the end, it was my best friend Leah who smashed the door open and dragged me out. She frantically called her husband—the “famous doctor”—begging him to come treat me, but his voice was just as cold: “Megan’s cat hurt its tail. As a doctor, I’m responsible for it. Can you two be more considerate? Stop making a fuss and have some dignity.” That day, I lost my baby. Watching the doctor carry away the tiny, fully formed body, something inside me shattered beyond repair. I whispered to Leah, “I want a divorce.” Leah held me tight: “If you divorce, I’ll divorce too. Those two pieces of trash aren’t worth a single tear.” That night, the Harper brothers received our divorce papers—and their panic was only the beginning of their nightmare.