Husband Cheating Scandal

"Mrs. Morgan, what happened to Ethan?"

At that moment, Jessica was still worried about Ethan and wasn't concerned about arguing over who was right or wrong. She asked anxiously.

"Someone, please escort Ms. Carter out. She's in the way here." The driver approached and asked Jessica to leave, but she reluctantly started tugging at the driver.

I intervened. "Enough!" Turning to Sharon, I said, "Sharon, just tell Ms. Carter. She needs to know what kind of person Ethan really is, better sooner than later. It'll save her the worry. Better be careful about the baby in her belly. It's one of the Morgan family."

I spoke kindly up for Jessica. Sharon, with empathy in her eyes, patted my shoulder to comfort me.

Sharon was about to explain, moving her lips, but she seemed unsure how to start, so she closed her mouth again.

The things Ethan had done were indeed hard to speak of.

Seeing Sharon struggling, I took the initiative. "Ms. Carter, before you and Ethan had your date yesterday, he was at the hotel messing around with a new fling. He took you home that evening, and right after he dropped you off today, he was off with a lubricant to see another woman."

"No, that can't be!"

Jessica's eyes widened her hand over her chest. She collapsed onto a chair with tears in her eyes. "He told me he only loved me, that once I was pregnant, he would divorce and be with me! He wouldn't lie to me. He couldn't!"

I masked my satisfaction, whispering advice.

"If you can't believe it, Ms. Carter, why not wait for Ethan to come out of the surgery room and ask him yourself?"

Sharon affectionately took my hand. She thought I was overly saddened and began to comfort the mistress. She was about to appease me when Ethan was wheeled out of the surgery room.

He was half-asleep, unaware of his actions, continually thrusting his hips, his member embarrassingly erect.

Sharon was flushed with embarrassment and frustration, cursing her son.

The model was also wheeled out. She was fine.

Ethan, however, was exhausted and fainted in bed after vomiting blood, which scared Angela badly as they were stuck together in their private parts.

Jessica went up and grabbed the model's hospital gown, her eyes red with anguish, and scolded.

"You wretch..."

I shouted, instructing the medical staff to separate Jessica and told her to wait in the room.

As for me, I called the nanny to bring soup, and Sharon, feeling guilty towards me, stayed by the bed, reprimanding Ethan's misconduct.

I listened carelessly, calculating how to ruin Ethan's reputation completely and strip him of his position as the heir to the Morgan Group.

Five years ago, if not for my father's company falling into crisis needing the Morgan Group's help, I wouldn't have married Ethan.

He was well-known in the circles for his reckless spending and debauchery, a man of many vices.

I married him out of necessity. Initially, he loved only me, but once I was pregnant and had Liam, his true nature showed.

He spent his nights out, not coming home, and as long as he didn't bring anyone home, I turned a blind eye, living as a trophy wife.

Recently, he had become more outrageous, bringing people home and even wanting a divorce.

Sharon, feeling sorry for me and fearing a divorce would scandalize the Morgan Group and ruin Ethan's future, kept consoling me. No matter how he behaved outside, she would not allow a divorce and always soothed me.

Ethan woke up.

Sharon stopped her scolding, touched his face tenderly, and then burst into tears.

"How could you! The Morgan Group is nearly ruined because of you."

"Mom, I'm just fooling around. Olivia doesn't mind. Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. How is that model?"

I thought to myself, "He still cares about her well-being."

Jessica stormed in and slapped Ethan across the face, making him bleed.

I looked down with a smile.

Unsatisfied with just one slap, Jessica grabbed his neck and slapped him again!