My Husband Got Another Woman Pregnant

In the early days of Derek's startup, he was incredibly busy, often staying out with clients until late at night, coming home reeking of alcohol.

But he would always call me first thing. He worked tirelessly to earn my parents' approval, once telling me he would never let go of my hand in this lifetime.

That night, Derek came home close to midnight and saw me sitting on the sofa when he turned on the lights. He asked, "Why aren't you asleep? Didn't you say you've been tired lately?"

He held a box in his hand as he approached me. "This is for you, for our seventh anniversary. I'm sorry, there've just been so many events recently, so much work …"

"Our anniversary was long over," I exposed him right then. His face instantly paled. He forgot our anniversary, couldn't answer my calls, but had time to be a doting husband to that woman outside?

Oh Derek, you once said you couldn't stand crybabies, right?

He took out a necklace, trying to put it on me. "I don't know much about brands, but they say it's the latest model."

I dodged his hand. That woman had already shown off the same necklace last month. He said it was the latest release, was it something he thought I didn't deserve?

Sensing something off in my mood, he quickly tried to guess. "Did it not work out again? Alicia, don't put so much pressure on yourself. It's okay if we can't have children."

Yes, because there are others out there willing to have your child, you don't need me at all. The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I felt.

I used to think he was genuinely concerned about me, worried about my health. Turns out, that wasn't the case at all.

He said a few soothing words and when he saw that I wasn't showing any anger, he said he'd go take a shower and spend time with me afterward.

When he put his phone down in front of me, I picked it up, unlocking it with my birthday. The first thing I saw was the chat with that woman.

She was heavily pregnant yet dressed provocatively, sending Derek many photos.

[Ooh … delete them after you look, okay? Don't want you sneaking around and getting … hot and bothered… having to sneak around with your hand.]

[Not staying with me tonight? The forecast says it might rain and thunder, I'm scared to be alone.]

Their messages were shockingly explicit. Derek had always been upright, acting like a 'model citizen' type.

He didn't usually say much and wasn't interested in risk stuff. But here he was, having a grand time behind the scenes. I recorded everything bit by bit on my phone. It was painful to go through, each of their lovey-dovey messages feeling like a stab to my heart.

When I closed their chat, I saw my own conversation with him. It was mostly me asking if he'd come home for dinner, to which he'd respond with "yes" or "no," and our last conversation was several days old.

My heart went cold. I had never doubted his feelings for me, I had always trusted him completely. When he finished his shower and the sound of water stopped, I pretended to be asleep.

His phone rang. Derek cast me a guilty glance, then walked over to the window to take the call, "Be good. I can't tonight, it's already late. Can't you sleep alone like a big girl?"

A quiet sob came from the other end and soon enough, he caved. After hanging up, he woke me up, saying he had urgent work matters to attend to.

I ignored him and as rain began falling outside, he changed clothes, then came over to tell me, "If it thunders and you're scared, call me, okay?"

I mumbled, "Mm."

He leaned in to kiss me, but I subtly avoided him. The thought of how filthy he was, how much he might've carried back, repulsed me too much to let him touch me.