Sweet Revenge: Inviting My Ex-Husband to My Wedding Ceremony

Adeline’s Pov

“Dad… please come pick me up in one week. I’m ready to marry Creighton’s heir like you wanted,” I whispered into the phone, my voice shaking.

“Marry? Honey, what are you saying? Aren’t you married to Ethan?” my dad asked, confused and worried.

“Not anymore, I’m getting a divorce,” I choked out, tears filling my eyes. “Tell Mom to start the wedding preparations.”

Before he could say another word, I ended the call. The phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor. My whole body trembled as I buried my face in my palms.

Two years ago, I thought I was living a perfect life. Now I know it was all a lie.

Three weeks ago, I was in a terrible car accident. My car was hanging by the edge of a cliff. I was nine months pregnant, bleeding, terrified, and alone.

At the hospital, the doctors called my husband to get consent to operate. Ninety-nine missed calls, but no response.

Then finally, on the hundredth try, he answered.

“Adeline,” Ethan’s cold voice came through the phone, “why are you so desperate for attention? I told you I have a meeting. Stop bothering me.”

Before I could say anything, a woman’s voice sounded beside him.

“Ethan, honey, hurry, let’s go to the party before it’s over,” she said.

That voice… I knew it too well.

It belonged to Clara, his first love. Six months ago, she returned from London crying, bruised, and begging Ethan for help. She said her husband had abused her and that she had nowhere else to go since she was an orphan.

Ethan didn’t want her near him at first, but I begged him to forgive her.

“She needs help, Ethan,” I told him. “Please. You can’t turn your back on her.”

Reluctantly, he agreed and helped her process her divorce. I even convinced him to let her move in with us.

Three months ago, she told me she was pregnant, she said it was her ex-husband’s child and I believed her.

I took care of her like a sister. I cooked for her, drove her to her doctor’s appointments, and watched her belly grow, never knowing I was nurturing my own betrayal.

The call ended, and I stared at the phone with tears blurring my vision. My hands pressed against my stomach, trying to protect the life inside me, but it was too late.

Because of the delay, my baby didn’t survive.

I went into a coma and woke up days later in a hospital bed. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I overheard Ethan’s voice outside my room.

“Mr. Morales,” the doctor said, sounding frustrated, “I can’t keep her in a coma anymore. Her life is in danger if I keep inducing her. The stem-cell transplant surgery has already been done, and Clara has recovered. It’s only fair Adeline wakes up now.”

“Fair?” Ethan snapped. “If Adeline wakes up now, she’ll find out I caused her accident just to get her stem cells for Clara! I need her unconscious until Clara gives birth to my son.”

My heart stopped.

So all this while, I’d been taking care of Clara and her pregnancy, feeding her, helping her, loving her like family not knowing she was sleeping with my husband, pregnant for him, and stealing my life behind my back.

The doctor gasped. “Mr. Morales, that’s not possible! She could die if—”

“I don’t care!” Ethan shouted. “You’ve been paid enough. If you ruin this for me, I’ll ruin you!”

I pressed my trembling hand against my chest as silent tears rolled down my cheeks. The air around me felt heavy, choking me.

My husband, the man I loved, had tried to kill me all to save another woman and not just any woman, but the same one who abandoned him at the altar three years ago.

Three years ago, he climbed the highest building to end his life, and I saved him.

Now this is how he repays me, by destroying my life and that of my unborn child to save his first love.

What a cruel twist of fate.

When they walked away, I reached for my phone with shaking hands and called my lawyer.

“Mr. Harris,” I said, my voice flat, “prepare the divorce papers. I want them signed before the week ends.”

I hung up and let the phone fall onto the sheets. Feeling pressed, I dragged my weak body out of the ward as my legs trembled.

As I stepped into the hallway, laughter drifted from one of the rooms nearby.

Frowning as the voices were familiar, I moved closer, my heart pounding with dread.

Through the half-closed blinds, I saw Ethan sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, brushing Clara’s hair away from her face. She smiled up at him, her hand resting on her swollen belly.

“You did it, Ethan,” she whispered. “Our baby is safe.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “He’s worth everything I lost.”

My breath hitched. I pressed my palm to my mouth to stop the sob that tried to escape. Everything I lost… those were his words.

I turned away, trembling, my vision blurring as I stumbled into the bathroom. The fluorescent light buzzed above me as I gripped the sink, staring at the woman in the mirror. I looked pale, hollow-eyed, and miserable.

The door opened and Clara’s reflection appeared behind me.

“Why are you hiding, Adeline? Don't you wanna take care of me and my baby now?” she asked in a mocking voice.

I ignored her and splashed water on my face, “Get lost, Clara.”

Clara pouted, “That’s not a very nice way to talk to me, Adeline, considering I'm the one who’s been making all the decisions around here.”

I finally spared her a glance, “What do you want? Is it because you're pregnant for my husband? You're nothing but a whore I took pity on and helped.”

Clara’s face scrunched up with anger as she smiled, “I know that, Adeline. I'm grateful you brought me into your home which is why I wanna show you a picture of your cute son before he died.”

I scoffed, “What nonsense are you talking about? My son died even before he was born.”

Clara giggled, “Oh my! Didn't the doctor tell you? Your son was perfectly alive after he was born except you slipped into a coma so you couldn't see him.”

My heart lurched, “A… are you joking right now?”

Clara brought out her phone and showed me a picture of a newborn baby boy.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I stared at him. “He’s so perfect… oh my sweet baby boy, he has my eyes.” I cried.

Clara grinned, “Yes, such a beautiful boy.”

“Where is he?” I demanded.

Clara smiled wickedly, “See that's the issue, your son was too perfect and I couldn't have anyone contending with the position of my son as Ethan’s heir.”

My throat closed up as I stared at her, “What do you mean, Clara? What did you do?”

Clara shrugged, “Nothing, I just simply pointed out that the child’s stem-cell would be a perfect fit for me. The doctors advised Ethan that your child might not survive the procedure but he insisted and unfortunately, your child died. I mean, that's what I wanted but I didn't know your husband would…”

I lunged at her, shrieking like a wild animal as I clawed at her neck, “You monster, you killed my child!”

“Ethan, help me!” Clara screamed.

The door flew open. Ethan stood in the frame, eyes wide for a heartbeat, then hard.

He crossed the room in two long steps and yanked me by the hair as he flung me across the bathroom.

The world titled, pain flashed across the back of my head as I tasted blood.

“How could you?” Ethan yelled at me.

Rage bubbled inside me as I glared at him, “She killed my son! Both of you —”

“You attacked a pregnant woman, you don't deserve to be a mother, that's why your son died!” Ethan interrupted me sharply.

A whimper escaped my lips as my throat constricted from his harsh words but he barely spared me a glance as he carried Clara bridal style, leaving me in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor.

I sat up on the bathroom floor and then it dawned on me that Ethan only cared about Clara.

In seven days I will leave. But I won't go quietly, I'll make them regret ever hurting me and my child.