My CEO Husband Cheated While I Carried His Child

Chapter 8

I didn’t stop Ethan from seeing our daughter, so he visited almost every day to cradle her in his arms. Gifts and toys flooded our home, one after another. On the day of Aurora’s First Month Celebration, Ethan arrived beaming, presenting a delicate gold locket as a gift. He held our baby close, pressing kisses to her tiny forehead, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

My mother, overjoyed, leaned in and murmured, "Sophia, maybe you should reconsider. If he’s truly remorseful, perhaps you could give him another chance—for Aurora’s sake."

I lowered my gaze, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. People don’t change overnight, do they?

Sure enough, within minutes, Ethan’s phone buzzed. I caught a glimpse of the screen—"My Selena" flashing in bold letters. My lips curled in disdain. Ethan hesitated, guilt flickering across his face.

"Go ahead, answer it," I said coolly. "It might be urgent."

The moment he accepted the call, Lila’s frantic voice pierced through the speaker. "Ethan! Where are you? My stomach—it’s killing me! There’s blood! Is our baby—?"

Ethan sprang into action, voice strained with panic. "Selena, calm down. Stay where you are. I’m coming."

Without so much as a backward glance at Aurora, he bolted out the door. My mother muttered curses under her breath, but I felt nothing—just a chilling, detached calm. I was biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.

That moment arrived sooner than I anticipated.

A week later, Lila called, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, Ethan and I are getting married. Honestly, I should thank you. If you hadn’t pushed for the divorce, we wouldn’t be walking down the aisle so soon. Consider this your official invitation—our wedding is this Friday. You should come, raise a glass, and celebrate with us. After all, you made this possible."

I didn’t snap. Instead, I replied smoothly, "Lila, how’s the pregnancy going? Planning to carry to term, or will there be a convenient miscarriage after the vows?"

Silence. Then, a sharp intake of breath before she exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

I hung up without another word, a slow smile curving my lips.

Lila had never been pregnant.

Months ago, when I’d seen her at the café, I’d noticed the sanitary pads in her shopping bag—hardly something a pregnant woman would need. And what kind of expecting mother in her first trimester strutted around in stilettos, crossing her legs without a care?

The pieces didn’t fit.

Once I’d recovered, I contacted my lawyer, sharing my suspicions. It didn’t take long for her to confirm what I already knew—Lila’s pregnancy was a sham, a desperate ploy to trap Ethan.

I packed my bags, took my mother and Aurora, and retreated to my hometown. I switched off my phone, ensuring Lila couldn’t reach me. I wanted her to stew in fear, to feel the weight of impending ruin looming over her.

On their wedding day, I sent Ethan the evidence—copies of Lila’s forged ultrasound reports and a recording of her bribing an intern at Pinecrest Medical Center. The documents arrived just as the ceremony was about to begin at Willow Creek’s grandest hotel.

In front of their stunned guests, Ethan’s face twisted in fury. He struck Lila across the cheek, then tore open her wedding gown, revealing the cotton padding she’d stuffed beneath to mimic a baby bump.

Gasps filled the room.

Lila, trembling, tried to cover herself. "Ethan, please—let me explain! I only lied because I love you! I couldn’t lose you—"

He slapped her hand away, snarling, "You destroyed my family!"

Then, he kicked her—hard.

Lila crumpled with a scream as Ethan rained blows on her, each strike punctuated with venom. "You ruined everything!"

Horrified guests rushed to intervene, but by then, Lila was barely conscious, her white dress stained crimson. What was meant to be a joyous occasion had turned into a bloodbath.

An ambulance hauled Lila away. Police dragged Ethan off in handcuffs. Guests who’d filmed the chaos uploaded the footage, and within hours, it went viral.

Trending hashtags like #HomewreckerExposed and #KarmaHitsHard dominated social media.

I watched the videos, exhaling slowly in satisfaction before pressing a kiss to Aurora’s soft cheek.

I’ve never been one to take betrayal lying down.