The Broken Wife's Revenge, Taking Everything From My Billionaire ex

Monica's POV

It was roughly One week until Andrew Blackwell and I would have our wedding. Five years ago, we'd quietly done something simple at the registry but this time it was going to be different-our dream wedding.

I was on my way to Andrew's office with a medical report. The doctor's words still rang in my ears, "Everything looks good, Monica. Your hormone levels have stabilized. You can try for a baby now."

I smiled to myself, imagining his face when I showed him the report. He would probably lift me right off the floor and spin me around. Maybe I would get pregnant on our wedding night.

But my joy was cut short as I reached for his door handle.

"You look so beautiful with this baby bump."

My hand froze. It was Andrew's voice. Then the sound of a kiss followed.

"Our baby's growing fine." A woman laughed. "I can feel her moving now."

"No, It's him. I'm sure of that", Andrew replied."

My fingers tightened around the report until the paper crumpled.

"Andy, what if Monica finds out about the baby?"

It was Selina. His sister. His parents adopted her years after having Andrew, because his mother really wanted a baby girl. I had met her maybe just two times, only at family gatherings where she would smile politely and ask about the business.

"She won't find out." Andrew's reply came quick, like he was certain.

"Not until after the wedding, at least. I can't risk anything that will affect it now. The deal with Hartman holdings closes the week after we get back from our honeymoon. If they get wind of any personal drama, any scandal, they'll pull out their investment. We are talking seven figures here…"

"But eventually she'll know." Selina's voice dropped. "Andy, what if she leaves you when she finds out?"

Silence. Then Andrew laughed.

"Leave?" Another chuckle, like Selina had said something strange. "Monica wouldn't leave me, even if I asked her to. She loves me too much. Do you know how many nights she stayed up with me when we were building this company? How many of her own dreams she set aside to help me chase mine?"

"Still, I just worry…"

"Besides, if she did leave..." His voice shifted, this time cruel. "Who else would marry her? A barren woman pushing thirty? She would be starting from scratch, and she knows it. She has put too much into Blackwell Holdings to walk away with nothing. No, Monica's practical. She'll stay."

Barren?

The words hit me like a fist to my chest. I could feel the ache in my heart. My eyes became cloudy but I held myself from crying. I tore the medical report and put it in the bin on my way to the elevator.

He had called me barren? After everything.

After those days we had worked side by side, building his dream-our dream, I had thought, into something real. All those sleepless nights. To think that all that stress had sent my hormones into chaos and made it difficult for me to conceive.

I got to our house and collapsed on the floor beside the bed. Only then did I let myself break.

Sobs tore out of me in raw waves. My chest heaved. I pressed my face into my knees and cried until my throat burned, until my eyes swelled and I had nothing left but hiccups and a headache.

Eight years together. We met in college and dated for three years before getting married. He had promised me the world with nothing but dreams in his pockets. I didn't mind when we had that cheap wedding at the registry with that cheap ring. Because I was in love and it felt like the most precious thing I had ever received.

All for what? For this betrayal?.

All those times he went to France for business meetings was to be with Selina?. No wonder, he paid for her Masters there.

Well, if he thinks I would never leave him, then he doesn't know me that well. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the smell of garlic drifting up from the kitchen.

I dragged myself downstairs.

Andrew stood at the stove in his work clothes, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stirring something in a pan. His arms flexed as he worked. Even now, I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, tall and broad-shouldered.

I leaned against the doorframe. "Why didn't you tell the maid to cook?"

He glanced over his shoulder, flashing that smile that used to make my stomach flip.

"Lina's coming back today for the wedding. Her flight lands in thirty minutes, so I wanted to have her favorite ready when I brought her home. You know she loves my cooking."

Lina? Her favorite. As if she hadn't already been in town long enough to meet him at his office and discuss how to keep their baby a secret from his barren wife.

All those times I had craved his cooking, begged him to make that pasta dish he used to prepare in our college days, and he had waved me off.

“We have Martha for that. I'm too tired from work to spend an hour in the kitchen.” But for Selina, he came home early and put on an apron.

"Oh." I kept my voice steady. "That's nice of you."

"Yeah, and Monica…" He turned down the heat, wiping his hands on a towel. "She's pregnant."

My heart stopped, then restarted, pounding hard against my ribs.

"Pregnant?" I blink at him, acting like I was just finding out.