My CEO Husband Cheated While I Carried His Child

Chapter 4

Ethan didn't come home that night. Instead, I got a text:

"Sophia, working late. Staying at the office. It's chilly—don’t forget to close the window. Love you."

I read it without blinking. Once, I would’ve fretted, replied, stayed up waiting. Now? Nothing. I used to believe I was the luckiest woman alive—married to the perfect man. What a joke. Hearts hide behind ribs, and lies stain paper like ink.

Days later, my lawyer sent the divorce papers. I signed without hesitation, packed my things, and prepared to move back to my mother’s. Just as I was leaving, my phone buzzed—an unknown number.

It was Lila.

We met at a café downstairs. She strutted in like she owned the place, heels clicking, designer bag swinging. Three months pregnant, yet balanced on stilettos sharp enough to stab. Her smirk said she’d already won.

"Didn’t think you’d show," she purred, stirring her latte. "You ignored my texts."

I smiled, cool as ice. My pulse didn’t spike. "Why wouldn’t I? I’ve done nothing wrong." Leaning back, I added, "Ethan and I are still married. I don’t have to hide. Unlike you—no matter how hard you try, you’ll always be the secret."

Her nails dug into the table. "You—!"

"Oh, and thanks," I cut in, sliding my phone across the table. "For the screenshots, the photos, the receipts. Saved me the trouble of gathering evidence myself." Standing, I dropped cash under my cup. "Coffee’s on me."

Her hand shot out, gripping my wrist. "What’s your game?" she hissed.

"No game. I don’t want him." I yanked free. "He’s yours."

She shoved me—hard.

I crashed into a chair, pain exploding in my abdomen. A wet warmth spread down my legs. Blood. So much blood.

"My baby!" I screamed.

Lila bolted. The café staff swarmed, calling an ambulance. By the time they loaded me in, my dress was soaked red.

The world blurred. A nurse shook me. "Your phone—password!"

I unlocked it. They dialed my emergency contact—Ethan. Six times.

On the sixth ring, he answered, voice clipped. "Sophia, not now. Critical meeting."

A feminine laugh echoed in the background. Lila’s.

The nurse’s pity burned worse than the pain. I wiped bloodied hands on my dress, trembling as I called my mother.

"Mom," I forced calm into my voice. "I’m in labor."

"Breathe. Go to my place, grab my ID and hospital bag, then head to Pinecrest. Listen to the doctors."

"I’m fine," I lied, hanging up as another contraction ripped through me.

Agony. Cold sweat. Darkness creeping in. I clawed at the doctor’s sleeve.

"Save my baby," I begged.

I couldn’t lose another. Not again.