My Fiance will Take our Baby and Marry His Ex

Virginia’s POV

The next day, my assistant told me the abortion had been scheduled.

“Ma’am, are you really not going to tell the CEO? The baby’s already this far along…”

“There’s no need.”

I rested my hand on my belly. It was like the baby knew I didn’t want it anymore. It had gone so quiet.

Honestly, up until just yesterday, I was still living in the illusion that I was happy.

With how good Slade was at covering his lies, it would’ve been easy for him to keep seeing Millicent without me ever finding out.

But he slipped.

My guess? The pregnancy was too far along, and he assumed even if I found out, I wouldn’t leave him.

But I was tired.

I’d waited ten years for him to love me—since I was 16! I waited through silent crushes, waited through a pregnancy, waited through three years of being his secret.

I could endure waiting.

But I couldn’t endure being used—used to carry a child for him and then discarded to make space for another woman.

Before heading to the hospital, I stopped by the mall next door to grab something to eat.

That’s when I heard his deep and familiar voice nearby.

“This section’s worth focusing on. Domestic high-end brands are gaining more market share.”

I looked up.

There he was—Slade—just a few aisles away. And beside him, Millicent.

Both of them were dressed sharp, looking like they were here for some kind of business field visit.

My chest tightened. I was just about to turn and walk away when I heard a fake chuckle.

“Oh wow, it’s Miss Aberdeen! What a coincidence!”

Millicent clicked toward me in her heels, her eyes gleaming with that fake professionalism.

Before I could even speak, the mall manager rushed over and greeted them, smiling widely.

“Mr. and Mrs. Forsyth! This way, please, we’ve got a brand new section to show you…”

“Please, just call me Millicent. Let’s keep work and personal matters separate,” Millicent corrected, still smiling. Her voice was soft, but she made sure to glance at me when she said it.

My fists clenched.

So Slade, the man who had kept me hidden all these years, didn’t even wait for our child to be born before introducing his ex as his fiancée—to business partners, no less.

“Miss Aberdeen, help me keep this a secret, okay?” she added, like it was some inside joke. “No one at the company knows about us yet. We want to wait until the wedding to announce it. You won’t say anything, right?”

She smiled at me like I was a stranger. Like she didn’t know I was his current fiancée.

Slade’s expression stiffened. There was guilt in his eyes, but also that same old silent warning, as if saying, ‘Don’t make a scene.’

My heart twisted as I forced a smile.

“Of course. I won’t say anything.”

Because once this abortion was done, I was done too. I was leaving. Whatever was between them had nothing to do with me anymore.

“I knew I could count on you, Miss Aberdeen,” Millicent chirped. “By the way, what are you doing here alone? Where’s your husband?”

There was something triumphant in her gaze as she leaned in and grabbed my arm like we were old friends.

“All this data talk makes me nervous. It’s all men. Will you stay with me?”

I pulled away gently, refusing to meet Slade’s eyes.

“I don’t have a husband.”

I could see his face darken for a moment, but he quickly covered it up. His tone turned clipped.

“Since you’re already here, show Millicent around. She’s still learning the ropes.”

Then, without waiting for a reply, he walked off with the mall manager.

I frowned and tried to pull my arm away from Millicent’s grip, but she leaned in closer, her voice low and sharp.

“I know you’re his fiancée. But so what? Let me be clear—you’re practically just… the incubator. Slade is mine. Once that baby’s out, the real wife? That will be me.”

My whole body went cold.

“Let go.”

I gave her a small push—nothing rough.

But she suddenly cried out and stumbled sideways, falling hard into a woman walking by with a baby in her arms.

Both the woman and her child hit the ground.

When her baby screamed, she looked stunned and then furious.

“Are you insane?! What the hell are you doing, pushing people when you’re pregnant? Are you trying to kill someone?!”

I stepped forward, trying to explain, but Millicent cut me off—tears already spilling from her eyes, her voice even trembling.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, it was my fault! The vice president didn’t mean to! Please don’t blame her, Ma’am. It—It was my fault!”