Courtroom Betrayal: My Husband's Secret Wife

As soon as I walked into the hallway, I saw the movers carelessly throwing my luggage outside.

I rushed forward to stop them. "What are you doing? Stop right now!"

Just then, Xander walked out of the apartment calmly in a tailored suit and leather shoes. "You should move out for now. I'm doing this for your own good."

My whole body trembled as I rasped hoarsely, "You lied to me for five years. Isn't that bad enough? Now you want to drive me into a dead end too? How can you be so heartless?"

Xander closed his eyes briefly and let out a helpless sigh. "Can you stop making a scene? Stacy and I are married because our families arranged it. I'm hiding you away for your own good. You can understand me, right?

"I bought this entire building for Stacy. But now that she knows about you, she'll find out sooner or later if you keep living here."

Tears blurred my vision, but I heard everything even more clearly. Every word pierced my heart and left it bloody.

So, the home that had carried five years of beautiful memories had never belonged to me.

Before Xander left, he tossed me a set of keys. "My assistant, John Pitt, will come and take you away later. Stay in the suburbs for now, and stop being stubborn."

Watching as his figure retreated farther and farther away, I hurled the keys at him feebly.

I had never imagined that the husband who had once weathered hardships with me would turn out to be such a disgusting man.

Under Xander's instructions, John brought me to a magnificent villa. But the moment I stepped inside, he locked the door behind me.

What came into view was a huge family portrait of three people. Xander and Stacy held a three-year-old child in their arms, smiling brightly.

So, that was why he did not care whether the child in my womb lived or died. It was because he already had a son.

When I saw the date on the family portrait, my heart sank to my stomach. It was the day my father had suddenly died from a heart attack. I had crouched helplessly in the hospital hallway and called Xander. At that time, I had cried until I lost my voice.

On the other end, he had sounded exhausted when he answered my call. "Sorry, my boss suddenly sent me on another business trip. I won't be home for another week."

He had been in such a hurry to hang up that he did not even offer a proper word of comfort.

It turned out that while I had been drowning in grief, he had been accompanying Stacy and their child for a family photo shoot.

Unable to control myself, I smashed the picture frame. Then, I crouched on the floor and sobbed soundlessly.

After my tears finally dried, I took out my phone and contacted a lawyer. "Help me draft a divorce agreement."

I stared at the family photo of three for a long time, like I was tormenting myself, before suddenly realizing that blood was steadily pouring from my unhealed wound.

Instinctively, I called Xander.

The first time, he hung up. The second time, his phone was turned off.

In the end, I passed out from the pain.

At that moment, two or three bodyguards suddenly barged in and forcibly dragged me into a car. Then, they rushed me to the hospital.

Once inside the hospital room, they restrained me.

Only when a terrifying needle appeared before my eyes did I struggle desperately.

I asked in a panic, "What on earth are you trying to do?"

The next second, Xander's menacing face entered my sight.

He said gravely, "I warned you not to let Stacy find out about you, but you insisted on taking the risk. Now, Stacy knows about your existence, and she just slit her wrists. I know you have Rh-negative blood. Give your blood immediately and save her!"