After My Husband Cheated With His Sister-in-Law, I Terminated His Heir

Seeing Travis care for her so tenderly was agony for me.

Our story began in college.

To shield him from any pressure, I kept my identity as the daughter of New York’s wealthiest man under wraps.

While he was working hard to establish his career, I discreetly supported him, allowing him to believe his achievements were due to his remarkable talent.

Before our wedding, tragedy struck with the sudden death of his twin brother.

Travis insisted his brother's widow was too devastated to manage alone and suggested that she move in with us, so we could look after her.

My parents were adamantly against it, but I thought his intentions were noble and responsible.

Now, reflecting on those days, I fear that their relationship may have already begun.

I closed my eyes, releasing a cold, bitter laugh.

Leaving would be too easy.

I went to the guest room, picked up my phone, and dialed my friend Samara.

“Can you arrange the surgery for the earliest possible date?” I asked.

There was a moment’s pause before she responded, “Gabriella, are you sure? This might be your only…”

“I’m certain,” I replied, my tone icy and resolute.

Why would I want this child? To serve as proof of his 'sister-in-law’s blessing'?

The next day, when Travis noticed I didn’t protest, a small smile crept onto his face.

“That’s more like it, Gabriella. Be sensible and stop throwing fits,” he said.

“We sign the contract tomorrow. Today, we need to keep up the momentum and not lose our streak,” Vivian chimed in, sounding insincere.

“Travis, perhaps we should ease up and not make Gabriella uncomfortable…” she feigned concern.

I watched them coldly, choosing silence.

Travis retreated to his study to work on the contract while I went to the bedroom to pack my things.

Opening the closet, I was stunned.

Inside were several risqué lingerie pieces—lace, sheer materials, straps—none of them mine.

Vivian breezed in, feigning embarrassment as she picked up the clothing, chuckling softly.

“Oops, Gabriella, put these in the wrong place. I asked Travis to buy them. Who would have thought…”

She averted her eyes, sighing, “You know, given your condition, he has needs. Surely you get it, right?”

Get it?

I looked at her and suddenly chuckled, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Vivian, are you suggesting I should thank you for taking care of my man’s needs?”

As my words landed, Vivian’s false sweetness vanished. Her smile faded, revealing eyes filled with contempt.

“Gabriella, do you really think Travis cares about you that much?”

She slowly raised her hand, her fingers gliding over a pendant hanging from her neck.

My eyes narrowed, breath catching.

That pendant…

It was my protective charm, worn since childhood.

After Travis’s brother’s accident, I worried about his safety and took it off, tying it around his neck with care, saying, “This charm has protected me for over ten years, keeping me safe. Wear it, and you’ll be safe too.”

Back then, he had held my hand, eyes brimming with emotion, promising me.

“You are the most important person in the world to me. I promise to cherish it.”

But now—it hung around Vivian’s neck.

Vivian seemed to delight in my changed expression, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she spoke deliberately.

“He never cherished anything you gave him.”

“If it weren’t for this lucky pregnancy, someone else would’ve taken your place as Mrs. Johnston long ago!”