Under the spotlight, Maddox Harris raised the trophy high as the crowd roared in celebration. It was the most glorious night of his life—the F1 World Championship victory. Amidst a grand ceremony watched by thousands, champagne sprayed into the air and fireworks lit up the sky. And then Camille, his wife, stepped onto the stage in a flowing white gown, tears glistening in her eyes, one hand resting gently on her belly. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, voice trembling. The words fell like silence—then erupted into thunderous applause. Maddox froze for a moment, his gaze dropping to the diamond ring on her finger. After three seconds of stillness, he pulled her into a quiet embrace. Cameras flashed wildly. Social media exploded: **"The God of Speed welcomes an heir!"** **"Camille, the fated woman, endures five years of love and sacrifice—finally rewarded."** But no one knew—the embryo was fake. Three months later, in a hospital emergency room, sirens wailed. Camille was carried out on a stretcher, drenched in blood, pale as paper. The press release had already been prepared: **"Champion's wife suffers tragic miscarriage after suspected paparazzi chase."** The internet mourned. Public outrage surged against invasive media. That night, Maddox announced his withdrawal from the season. Images of him kneeling outside her hospital room, weeping, made global headlines. Only he knew—the accident never happened. Security footage showed Camille walking calmly into an underground parking garage. Ten minutes later, she emerged again—clothes stained red, but steps steady, unshaken. What was truly damning, though, was the switched DNA report. Photos of her with her agent Daniel, bank transfers, hotel surveillance videos—they’d all been archived by Maddox the very day she first staged her pregnancy, stored securely on an encrypted Swiss server. He had been waiting. For this exact moment. At the press conference, Camille appeared veiled in black, cradling a photo of the lost fetus, accusing her husband of coldness, abuse, and attempting to force her abortion. Her voice broke with sobs. Reporters were moved. The world wept with her. Then—without warning—the main screen flickered. Footage played: her and Daniel aboard a private jet. Her laughing at the mirror while filming herself: *"Once this baby is born, Maddox’s money, fame, team… it’ll all be mine."* Her injecting luteinizing hormone, smirking at the camera: *"Who doesn’t know how to act?"* Chaos erupted. Maddox stepped forward, impeccably dressed, eyes sharp as blades. He didn’t look at her. He faced the cameras, voice calm—yet colder than ice: "Ladies and gentlemen, the real victim here… is the dog I’ve fed for five years." Camille screamed, collapsing into hysterics. Her mother, Margot, rushed the stage, shrieking: "How dare you destroy my daughter? Do you even know how many times she miscarried trying to protect your career?" Maddox finally turned, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Oh? Then do *you* know about the first time she lost a child—because she OD’d on drugs and ended up in ICU?" He pulled medical records, toxicology reports, insurance fraud documents from his folder—one by one, flinging them onto the podium. "And those eight high-interest loans she took out in my name over the past five years? Shall we make those public too?" Margot stood frozen, face drained of color. Blinding flashes filled the room. Camille lunged at him like a wild animal, only to be restrained by security. An earring tore free. Her necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the red carpet—just like on their wedding night. Maddox lifted the divorce papers, pressing the tip of a pen against her shaking fingertip: "Sign it—and you keep your freedom. Otherwise…" His voice dropped, lethal. "I won’t mind giving you the chance to give birth to a real child—in prison." The wind stilled. Applause died. Even breathing seemed suspended. She finally understood— the moment she said *"I’m pregnant,"* he had already sentenced her to death. The curtain slowly closed, leaving only a broken engagement ring glinting coldly under the spotlight. And far away, a shadow slipped quietly from the hall. A phone buzzed. An anonymous message appeared: 【She hasn't lost yet. The game has just begun.】 Heiress Camille's marriage to racer Maddox turns tragic when manipulative agent Avery convinces him she is unfaithful, leading to the loss of their child due to his coldness. After their divorce, Camille reclaims her position and teams with her brother Knox to destroy her enemies.