Comeback of the Betrayed Heiress Chinese Short Drama

Two years. Two years of agony, grueling surgeries, and relentless recovery after I shielded my fiancé, Chad, from a fiery explosion.

My back, once a roadmap of searing pain, was finally flawless, perfectly healed – a precious secret and a symbol of our new beginning.

I was finally home in our penthouse, overflowing with joyful anticipation to surprise Chad before our engagement party next week.

But the excitement curdled into an icy dread the moment I stepped inside.

Peels of a woman' s unfamiliar laughter echoed from our master suite, followed by Chad' s low, impossibly intimate voice.

"The doctor said it' s fine, the baby will be okay."

Then, Izzy, my own assistant, giggled, "You haven't used this king-sized bed with her, right? You said seeing her scars made you sick."

Sick. My scars. The ones I got saving his life, the constant reminder of my sacrifice.