My Husband Got a University Student Pregnant Our Child

The first time my billionaire husband was drugged, I rushed over in a panic, only to run into a trembling female university student.

Before I could say a word, the man immediately dropped to his knees in front of me, pleading bitterly.

“Liora, it was my fault, I wronged you. The drug was just too strong, I couldn’t help myself, that’s the only reason I…”

“I swear it was just this once. I’ll never do it again. Please, don’t divorce me!”

After ten years of being in love, I believed him.

Two months later, my husband was drugged again. This time, I was right next door. As I walked over, I heard one of his companions teasing:

"Tavian, every time you come here, you take an aphrodisiac. Aren’t you afraid you’ll drop dead one day?"

The man's voice was hoarse, full of lust. "I'm not afraid. Even if I die on her, it's worth it."

With that, he leaned over the woman beside him.

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, instinctively clutching the prenatal checkup report in my bag.

So, this so-called drug effect was just a lie to cover up his cheating.

If that's the case, then I might as well abort the child I finally conceived after five long years…

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and scheduled an abortion.

The next second, the phone rang. The caller sounded drunk, with a hint of a coquettish tone.

"How about divorcing him?"

"Okay."

——

The person on the other end of the line fell silent, stunned. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Really?"

Listening to the sounds of moaning coming from the private room, I nodded. "Really. If I'm lying, I'm done!"

After the call ended, I drove back to the seaside apartment Tavian had specially designed for me. I couldn't help but recall our past.

We had been together for ten years, married for seven. I had stood by Tavian through everything, from having nothing to becoming someone admired by all.

On countless nights, he would breathe heavily by my ear, gripping my hand tightly. "Liora, I swear I’ll never let you down for the rest of my life."

And I believed him.

I thought we would be different from others, but in the end, we still couldn’t escape the seven-year itch.

A sudden pain pierced my heart and tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over uncontrollably.

Tavian, in the end, you still betrayed me.

After a long while, I got up and went to the study. I printed a copy of the divorce agreement. One stroke at a time, I signed my name.

Just as the pen left the paper, Tavian called.

“Liora, hurry and drive to Green Hospital. Melia… suddenly started bleeding a lot down there…”

Tavian had always been calm and composed. In the seven years of our marriage, even when I drank myself into gastric bleeding to help his career, he had never once lost control like this.

Driven by a doctor’s instinct, I rushed to the hospital.

When I arrived at the emergency room, I saw Tavian cradling a young woman in his arms, whispering soothing words. “Don't be scared. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The moment he saw me, he shouted desperately, “Liora, please save her! I’m begging you, save her!”

Swallowing the bitter ache in my chest, I pulled over a surgical stretcher and motioned for him to lay her down.

On the way to the operating room, Melia leaned weakly against Tavian, looking as if she could collapse at any moment.

"Tavian… am I going to die? I'm only 22… I haven't even gotten married yet..."

Tavian’s face was full of distress. “Nonsense, of course you won’t! We still have so much ahead of us!”

But the young girl was still unwilling to give up. “Then… can you say you love me? I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on…”

Tavian hesitated for a few seconds. Before I could turn my head, I heard his deep voice.