My CEO Husband Cheated with His Fertile Assistant

"Sweetheart, are you upset with me? I've been swamped with work lately, and I haven't had much time for us. With Thanksgiving coming up, how about we plan a little getaway?" Weston leaned on my back like a lazy cat, his hold unyielding as he rambled on.

"During my last business trip, a client mentioned a spa resort," he continued. "There's even a Ferris wheel there—supposed to be quite the spectacle. How about a little adventure to relive our youthful days?"

His suggestion sent a chill through me, bringing back those recent messages I'd seen, weighing heavily on my heart. My eyes filled with tears, and I stomped on Weston's foot, pushing him away with clenched teeth.

"I'm not going. If you want to go, go by yourself!"

Weston stumbled back, glaring at me with anger. "What's gotten into you? Is it morning madness again? If you're not feeling well, maybe you should take some medicine. Such bad luck."

He turned and picked up his phone, muttering under his breath as he headed toward the bed. "Women going through menopause are such a pain."

I knew this wasn't the right moment for a direct confrontation. But the faint red marks on his shoulder were like mocking, clawing demons, mocking my downfall.

A thread inside me snapped. I grabbed a bottle of lotion from the table and threw it at Weston.

"Is it because I'm aging, because I don't look the same anymore? After ten years together, is this how you justify what you've done? You jerk!"

I lifted my shirt, pointing at the bruises on my abdomen from the fertility treatments, and demanded, "For years, I've sacrificed for you, for us. Do you have any idea what I've endured? How can you do this to me?"

Weston's expression shifted uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his head. But then he glanced at my no-longer-youthful stomach, and a flicker of disdain crossed his eyes before he sneered.

"You're the one who's betrayed me," he retorted.

"Was it my idea for you to prepare for pregnancy?"

"When we were younger, you insisted on focusing on your career instead of having kids. Did I ever object? You waited too long, and now you blame me?"

"If you weren't so stubborn, so selfish, our child would already be in school by now. You've ignored your duties as a woman, and if I weren't so forgiving, who would want a woman who can't even have kids?"

I stared at Weston in disbelief, but all I found was disdain where there was once love. I laughed bitterly, realizing that in his eyes, I had become insignificant. Five years of sacrifice were nothing but a joke, and a wave of resentment and injustice surged within me. I lunged at him in anger.

"Weston, how dare you treat me like this!"

In the next instant, he shoved me to the floor with force, pointing at me threateningly. "You're out of control! If you keep this up, don't blame me for being harsh!"

Clutching my stomach, I lay on the floor in a heap, unsure if the pain was from the fall or my aching heart. Tears blurred my vision as Weston said something, but my head grew heavier and heavier.

Before I completely lost consciousness, I saw Weston rushing toward me in a panic.