He Got Another Woman Pregnant, I Left Him for His Brother

Just as I stepped out the door, a pair of warm hands suddenly pulled me into the restroom from around the corner.

Immediately, a wave of intense masculine energy enveloped me.

It was Daniel Vaughn.

"Thank you for actually choosing me, not just because of some ridiculous draw."

He pulled me into a tight embrace, but his gratitude only deepened the guilt gnawing at me.

Back then, when it was time to decide who I would marry, my father came up with a way to keep it fair. He had me draw names from a bowl to choose between Miles and Daniel.

Whoever’s name was not on the slip would be the one I would end up with.

Daniel unfortunately lost at the time, but I knew very well that no matter how many times Miles drew, he would always pull out a blank slip.

Because I made sure of it.

I was about to speak when Miles suddenly burst in with Monica.

"Why did you drag me in here again? Monica, you’re too much, you should go find a wild boar, not me!"

Miles was inexplicably annoyed as he remembered what he had done to me earlier.

"I’m going after Luna. Our wedding is the day after tomorrow, so I need to smooth things over with her."

However, Monica did not want to let him leave. She desperately rubbed her body against his, trying to get close.

Watching Monica impatiently start taking off her clothes, Miles suddenly shoved her away with force.

Before, the lights were always off. Now, under the bright light, I could clearly see the dark skin covered in scars.

It was completely different from my smooth, milky complexion.

Seeing the undisguised look of disgust on Miles’s face, Monica stared at him in disbelief.

"Monica, you have to understand what’s at stake. Only if I marry Luna will I be promoted to vice chairman of the Westbrook Group and the child in your belly will get the company shares. Got it?"

With that, Miles left without another word.

Before walking away, he glanced at Monica’s upper body and warned her,

"Don’t stuff your chest so much. Can’t you try to be more natural like Luna?"

All of this reached me clearly while I was hiding in the bathroom.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my lips.

"Focus."

The man's aggressive and domineering advances made my legs go weak.

In the end, I had to suppress the sounds of pleasure, not daring to let Miles outside hear, but somehow, there was a secret thrill in it.

Time passed in a blur and it was not until the day of the wedding that Miles returned.

During those three days, he had gone all the way to an auction to buy a nine-carat diamond ring.

Although he had spent all his savings, Miles was in no rush. He believed that once he married me, everything would be recovered.

But when he arrived at the Westbrook Family estate, he found that all the festive decorations in the bedroom had been taken down.

With a furious expression, he confronted my father.

"Don’t you want the child in Monica’s belly? Don’t you want an heir?"

My father, who usually bowed and nodded submissively to him, now regained his authoritative presence and looked at Miles with cold disdain.

"Miles Vaughn, is this how you show respect to your adoptive father?"

Before Miles could even react, he suddenly heard the booming sound of the wedding march playing from the backyard.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward the sound, clutching the ring tightly.

However, the scene that greeted him made his blood boil.

There, in full wedding attire, stood his brother and me, locked in a passionate kiss amid the blessings of everyone present.