Goodbye, My Cheater Baby Daddy

My men came a while later, leading a struggling man into the house. I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone when they dragged the culprit of the mystery box to me. They made him kneel as I watch his futile attempts to escape.

"Who sent you?" I asked, glaring coldly.

"No one."

I asked once again. "Who sent you?"

"..."

So is this how they play?

With a snap of my finger, a bodyguard punched him on the stomach, earning a groan of pain from the man.

"Believe me. I can do more than that. Don't forget that I am the wife of the Ashcroft Mafia Lord as well as a successor of the Leone Family and I assure you, I'll try every means to make you talk."

The man laughed maniacally. "You're all bastards. All of you. One day, you will grovel to the ground, defeated--"

I did not let him finish a word but instead told my men to take him to the basement to be tortured. The man just laughed maniacally and pullled out a hidden gun. My bodyguards immediately shielded me and aimed their guns towards him.

"With this, I have done my work-- BANG!"

A defeaning sound rang. I watch the man fall on the floor, blood spilling from a hole in his head. Anger and disgust settled in my heart.

Just who would do this?

I left the scene, and grabbed myself a glass of water in the kitchen. I want to call Jasper, but something stopped me from doing so. Instead, I went through the bank statements the anonymous sender. I found a name in the recepients file. Sophia Smith.

Immediately, I searched the name in social media and found a matching account. The earliest post was a year ago, around July. It was a photo of a two hands holding each other. And she wrote: 'Thank you for accompanying me in my birthday. I love you, honey.'

My breathing hitched. Needless to say, I recognized Jasper's hand right away. It was the same hand that held mine earlier. I knew it was him by the scar on his backhand.

A year ago, July, I lost our first baby. I suffered alone in the hospital, broken with the news of the miscarriage, almost dying in pain and heartbreak. And where was my husband? It turned out that he was busy accompanying his mistress of his.

I scrolled again, finding intimate pictures of them together, luxurious gifts, trips and events. My hands were trembling, tears spilling from my eyes. The pain was like a thousands cuts. How could Jasper do this to me?

I saw a video where Sophia was filming. She asked, "Will you love me till the day I die?" Even though Jasper was deliberately out of the frame, I couldn't miss his voice.

"Of course, babe," he answered gently, in a tone I terribly missed. "Till the day that I die."

My sobs grew bigger. What about me, Jasper? What about us? Was the love we share forgotten that easily?

Out of impulse, I called Jasper. I was hoping he denied. Hoping to hear that he wasn't the man in the photos. That he was still my husband. The one I love and loves me too.

With trembling hands, I held my phone. Jasper answered shortly.

"Hey, baby? I'm sorry I was busy. I'll be home in a while."

Lies! He was clearly with Sofia. From her recent post, they were at a pastry shop.

"Okay. Drive safely," I answered, swallowing my sobs. "Come home soon, please."

Before Jasper hang up, I could hear Sophia's sweet voice in the background: "Love, do like this chocolate? This has peanuts in it. I know you love them."

For a while, I thought I was hallucinating. I thought this was all a joke, a nightmare, a nasty prank. Our marriage of four years ended at this point and all I can do was cry my heart out.

My baby kicked, as if trying to console me. I rubbed my belly.

"It's okay, baby. Mom is here," I gently assured, tears streaming on my face. "Mom loves you. You still have me"