She Had Her Friend’s Baby, I Chose Divorce

I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head.

Before, I had only thought Sarah wasn’t very smart.

But I never imagined she could be this foolish.

“I’ll be resting at home for ten months. As long as I deliver this baby, I’ll have earned $30,000. Tell me, how is that wrong?” she snapped.

“Don’t tell me you just magically got pregnant with Jessica’s husband’s child.”

My eyes grew colder.

“Of course it wasn’t magic.”

“Then how did it happen?”

“I… with him…”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Sarah clamped up.

“Why don’t you finish your sentence?”

“Ethan, can’t you be a little more open-minded? It was just one night. The lights were off, and in my head, I was imagining you. I didn’t even think of him as Jessica’s husband.”

Hearing that nearly made me choke on my own breath.

What kind of person could even say something like that?

I shot up from the couch, glaring at her coldly. “You’re a real genius!”

I turned to leave.

If I kept talking to her, I might not be able to hold back.

Honestly, I had already shown incredible restraint.

Any other man would’ve beaten her by now.

She had cheated, and yet she had the gall to dress it up as some noble sacrifice “for the family.”

What a piece of work!

“Where are you going?” Sarah grabbed me.

“Get your filthy hands off me.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want to see you again. Looking at your face makes me sick.”

“Ethan, you bastard! Even if I really made a mistake, you can’t curse me like this. When you married me, you promised to love me forever. Is this your so-called love?”

“Love my ass. Get lost!”

Barely controlling my fury, I shoved her hand away and stormed toward the door.

“Ethan, I swear if you walk out that door, I’ll never forgive you!”

“Idiot!”

I cursed, yanked open the door—only to find Jessica Reed standing there, her hand half-raised.

“Ethan…”

I ignored her, giving only a cold glance before leaving.

After I was gone, Jessica stepped inside.

Moments later, I could still hear Sarah crying and screaming, cursing me for being heartless.

That night, I drowned my sorrows with friends at a bar.

I told no one about Sarah’s absurd stunt.

Not because I wanted to protect her reputation—

But because I was too ashamed myself.

When the drinking ended, I considered getting a room at a hotel.

But then it struck me.

The house was mine.

Why should that woman stay there while I slept elsewhere?

So I went home at midnight.

To my surprise, Jessica was still there.

The two women were sharing late-night takeout.

As soon as Sarah saw me, she quickly set down her chopsticks and beamed.

“Darling, come eat some BBQ. Jessica brought it.”

From her reaction, it was as if nothing had happened.

Jessica also invited me to join.

I nodded.

Sarah, thinking I had come around, eagerly patted the seat beside her and even passed me some food.