My Husband Fell in Love with the Woman Who Hit Me

: Despair Comes from the Dearest Person

Realizing he could no longer hide the truth, Aiden Fordham took a deep breath.

He proceeded to tell me how Rosalie Sloane was like a child, how he couldn't trust her to do anything on her own, and that was why he had to keep her by his side.

He said that seeing her youthful vibrancy made him feel hopeful about life again, made him think that life was still beautiful.

...

'So, does that mean every day he spent with me was lived in utter despair?'

Every word he spoke was like a steel blade, stabbing me until I was raw.

"Sienna, if you'd experienced that kind of sunlight, you'd understand. Don't worry, she won't be an obstacle between us. I just need an outlet, a way to catch my breath..."

He said it all so matter-of-factly.

I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to leave.

Aiden Fordham's voice was laced with irritation. "Sien—I've already been perfectly clear with you. What are you still making a scene for..."

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

Three loud cracks.

That was me, having turned back around to give Aiden Fordham what he deserved.

'The bastard deserved it!'

While he was still standing there in a stunned daze, I slammed the door and stormed out.

'Does every heartbroken person get their own personal downpour?'

It soaked me to the bone, and standing on that unfamiliar street, I had no idea where to go.

But I couldn't stand to stay there a minute longer. My flight was canceled, so I booked a high-speed train. That had too long of a wait, so I bought a ticket for a regular train. Throughout the ten-hour journey, I sobbed too many times to count.

My heart ached with an agonizing, piercing pain.

'How could Aiden Fordham say those things? She's the one who killed our child!'

I had been six months pregnant. The baby was already formed.

It was Rosalie Sloane who hit me with her motorcycle. She claimed she wanted to be a professional rider, but instead of practicing in some sparsely populated suburb, she just had to tear through the crowded downtown area and crash right into me.

There was nothing innocent about what Rosalie Sloane did.

And I lost my chance to ever be a mother.

Aiden Fordham knew perfectly well how much I hated her.

I threw her out of my hospital room time and time again. Just looking at her reminded me that she was the one who killed our baby.

In a fury, I demanded that Rosalie Sloane get out of my life.

To his credit, Aiden Fordham did as I asked back then. I really didn't see Rosalie Sloane again.

But I never imagined he was secretly keeping her right by his side.

There were so many things he could have delegated to others, yet he insisted on taking her on every business trip, claiming he couldn't trust anyone else to handle the work.

'What a load of crap about not trusting others. It was obviously just an excuse to have his own little world with Rosalie Sloane right out in the open.'

Aiden Fordham could have chosen anyone else, and I would have walked away without a word. But no, he had to choose the very person who killed my child.

'What about our dead child?'

'And what about me?'

In a daze, I found myself at my best friend Sunny's house.

When she saw me at her door, looking completely wrecked and still in my damp clothes...

Sunny didn't say a word. She just pulled me inside, told me to get in a hot shower to warm up, and handed me a cup of hot water.

Only when I had finally calmed down did she ask, "What happened?"

After I told Sunny about Aiden Fordham cheating on me with Rosalie Sloane, she grabbed a wrench, ready to go hunt down that bastard and make him pay.

She knew how utterly devastated I had been when I found out I could never get pregnant again.

Through all of Aiden Fordham's busy days and sleepless nights, my heart ached for him, but I never dared to cry in his presence, not wanting to worry him or become a burden.

It was Sunny who stayed by my side, comforting me. It took a full year with her help for me to finally accept my reality.

'To think I was so worried about him, and this is the "surprise" he had in store for me.'

'It seems the old saying is true: pity a man, and you'll be cursed with a lifetime of bad luck.'