He Left Me for the Woman Carrying His Child

“You’re too soft! She cheats on you, and you still defend her? Are you going to let her drag this family through the mud?”

I raised my head and screamed at the screen, “Lucas! Say something! It’s not true—this is your—!”

“Nina,” he interrupted, his voice low and hoarse, “Just bear with it for now. I’ll make it up to you later.”

The midsummer ancestral hall was like an oven. I knelt there on burning tiles, sweat mingling with the blood still seeping from my forehead.

Then came a stab of pain deep in my abdomen. Warm liquid ran down my legs.

“My baby... my baby!” I scrambled to the door and pounded on it, frantic. “Let me out! Please, save my child!”

Mrs. Turner’s cold voice came from outside. “Didn’t you say you aborted it already? Why didn’t you finish the job?”

Sobbing, I dug my fingernails into the wooden door, leaving smears of blood in the cracks. “It’s Lucas’s baby! It’s his! It’s his!”

But the only answer was the sound of retreating footsteps, growing farther and farther away.

I spent the entire night alone, soaked in blood.

By morning, the door finally creaked open.

A man in black stood there, face emotionless. “Ma’am, I’ll take you to the hospital.”Lying on the operating table, I opened my eyes and felt life inside me slipping away, little by little.

My phone buzzed beside me. A message from Lucas appeared on the screen:

"Nina, I'm sorry. I’ve wronged you. I’ll explain everything to Mom later."

My fingers trembled, and a single tear rolled down the side of my face.

The day I received the divorce certificate, I dialed a number I hadn’t touched in five years.

The call connected, and a familiar deep voice, warm and amused, came through.

"So, you’re finally willing to come back to me?"

A week later, Lily appeared at the press conference for her new drama, proudly showing off her pregnant belly.

Clinging to Lucas’s arm, she beamed under the flashes.

"Thank you for your blessings. After the baby’s born, I’m heading to Hollywood to advance my career..."

Amid the lights and noise, I stepped quietly into the venue.

The lively crowd fell silent.

Lucas’s face stiffened. "Nina? What are you doing here?"

Without a word, I approached him and placed the divorce certificate in his hand.

His eyes widened. He quickly grabbed my wrist and whispered,

"Nina, stop this! Didn’t I say I’d make it up to you once this was over?"

Just then, the doors flew open.

A black Rolls-Royce stopped outside, drawing gasps from the crowd.

"It’s Jonathan Carter! Head of the Carter family!"

Lily’s eyes lit up. She rushed forward eagerly.

"Uncle! What brings you here?"

I remained where I stood.

Jonathan’s gaze swept the room and landed on me.

He walked over, extending his arm. I took it naturally.

Lucas stepped forward in shock, voice shaking.

"Nina! Are you insane? He’s Lily’s cousin!"

Jonathan shot him a cold look.

"A man like you doesn’t deserve for my daughter to be hurt."

The room erupted in murmurs.

I turned to face Lucas and spoke softly:

"I forgot to introduce myself. This is my father."

Lily went pale instantly.