Here are the rewritten versions: --- **Rewrite 1: [Bullet Comments + Heroine's Awakening]** My marriage, at this moment, shattered completely. Not a gradual drift, but a sudden collapse. "You betrayed me?" My voice was like broken pottery shards, piercing and desperate. "Yes." His answer was crisp and direct, like a knife, plunging straight into my heart. A familiar, intense cramp seized my abdomen, and I fell to the ground, my vision blurring. "Hospital... take me to the hospital..." My child, his flesh and blood, was in peril. He merely looked down at me coldly, his eyes devoid of any ripple. "I don't want this child." That sentence, more potent than any poison, instantly drained all my will to live. Just as my consciousness began to dim, a lithe figure approached. Megan. Her heels clicked with each step, crushing my dignity. She looked down at me, a vicious, victorious smirk playing on her lips. "Don't say, it was *I* who saved this child." Her words were like honey laced with poison, "If I hadn't reminded him, you would have already..." She glanced at me contemptuously, "But it's useless, with your status, your background, how can any of it compare to him?" He stepped forward, lacing his fingers with Megan's, his eyes alight with undisguised love. "I love Megan." His voice, at this moment, was so clear, so cruel. I collapsed on the ground, tears blurring my vision, yet in my ears, a strange sound suddenly echoed, audible only to me— **[OMG, isn't this the classic opening for an angsty female lead? Miscarriage, abandoned, child unwanted!]** **[The male lead is such scum! Scum with a fresh twist, he doesn't even want his own child!]** **[Don't worry, don't worry, isn't there a second male lead? The one who once said, 'If your husband bullies you, just send me a message. No matter where I am, I'll come pick you up, protect you!']** **[Run, female lead! Don't keep this man, you'll have other children, new CEOs/movie stars/generals will come!]** The physical pain and mental despair intertwined, I trembled, but in my mind, the hope brought by that voice glowed like a stubborn spark. I was locked in the bedroom, doors and windows tightly shut. Would the man who promised to protect me, truly come? My broken marriage, perhaps it wasn't the end. Could it be the prelude to a new, happier, stronger me, a fresh start? --- **Rewrite 2: [Hidden Resilience + Premonition of Fierce Counterattack]** "You betrayed me?" My voice was a whisper, more like a dying sigh. "Yes." My husband's casual word struck my heart with a thousand pounds of weight. A tearing pain suddenly erupted in my abdomen, and the taste of blood surged in my throat. I crumpled to my knees, hands clutching my slightly swollen belly, reaching out to him, begging humbly, "Take me to the hospital... please, save our child..." He looked down at me from above, his eyes devoid of any fatherly compassion, only chilling indifference. "I don't want this child." In that moment, a despair colder than any physical pain, rushed directly to my core. "Oh dear, this child is truly lucky to be alive, isn't it?" A seductive voice purred. Megan, his mistress, sashayed forward, her scarlet fingernails flashing before my eyes, her gaze filled with triumph and malice. "If I hadn't kindly mentioned it, this bastard would have been gone by now. But then again, look at you, what semblance of a lady do you have? Wealth, background, beauty, talent – how do you compare to me in any way?" She snuggled into his embrace, and he clasped her hand tightly, as if declaring his ownership. The tenderness in his eyes was something I had never dared to dream of. "I love Megan." My ears buzzed, and the world before me collapsed into ruins. He was once my everything, now he had personally cast me into an abyss, taking with him the child in my womb. Desperate tears blurred my vision, yet in this chaos, a steady voice pierced through all despair, echoing clearly in the depths of my mind— "If your husband bullies you, just send me a message. No matter where I am, I'll come pick you up, protect you." I was locked in this cold bedroom, engulfed by pain and helplessness. But that sentence, like an invisible key, opened a window in my heart. Would he come? My world had collapsed, but from these ruins, could I rise like a phoenix? Would this abandoned child become the scepter of my future coronation? --- **Rewrite 3: [Cold Reversal + Prologue to Revenge]** My world, at the moment he uttered "yes," along with my marriage, turned to dust. "You betrayed me?" I asked, my voice hoarse, unlike my own. "Yes." His answer was immediate, resolute. My abdomen suddenly cramped, and I collapsed to the floor as if my spine had been removed. The cold floor matched the chill in my heart. "Hospital... take me to the hospital..." I managed to gasp, the child, my child in my womb, announcing its presence, and its danger, with excruciating pain. He merely regarded me with the gaze of a stranger, undisguised disdain etched on his brow. "I don't want this child." My breath hitched, and the world seemed to mute. A striking figure drifted in, Megan, his rightful mistress, her high heels clicking as she stopped before me. She leaned down, her eyes coiling around me like venomous snakes, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Rosie, this child surviving, you have me to thank. But do you think you can keep him with a child? Look at your pathetic state, how do you deserve him?" She flicked her long hair dismissively, as if showcasing her victory. He pulled Megan into his arms, their posture intimate and resolute. "I love Megan." My tears fell silently, my heart torn to shreds. Mercilessly abandoned, verbally humiliated, I curled up on the ground like a bird with broken wings. However, in this boundless despair, a voice exploded in my mind like thunder— "If your husband bullies you, just send me a message. No matter where I am, I'll come pick you up, protect you." That wasn't an empty promise, but held an undeniable power. I was locked in the bedroom, the physical pain continuous, but the light in my heart burned brighter. Protection? Yes, I need protection, and even more... a complete counterattack. This broken marriage is not my end. It is my beginning, the only path to a new, stronger, world that belongs to me. The child he doesn't want? He will regret it. All who betrayed me will pay the price. Betrayed by her husband and his mistress while five months pregnant, Rosie Turner is cast out in humiliation despite having sacrificed everything for him. After the divorce, she finds new strength in Andrew Jaffe, a young and charismatic CEO who not only helps her seek revenge but also supports her rise to success. With him by her side, Rosie discovers both triumph in her career and lasting happiness in love.