The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

After three years of marriage—and four months pregnant—Sharon discovered Andrew kept a second home.

"Mom, I’ve made up my mind," she said. "I'm keeping the child, but cutting the father out of the picture. I’ll immigrate and settle abroad."

"Darling, you’ve finally come to your senses. I always said Andrew’s family was ordinary, and he’s far too hung up on that ‘brothers in arms’ loyalty. Getting tangled up with his army buddy’s girlfriend was bound to cause trouble sooner or later. I’ll arrange everything. Finalize the divorce quickly and come over."

"Okay. I understand."

Hanging up, Sharon lifted her gaze toward Andrew. He was hosting a full-month celebration banquet in the ballroom, cradling a month-old infant with a tenderness she’d never seen, beaming like the doting father he pretended to be.

"Daddy… say ‘daddy’…"

"The baby’s only a month old—how could it call anyone ‘daddy’ yet!"

The woman beside him wore a simple, elegant dress, but her figure and face were utterly captivating. Together they posed for photos: the perfect picture of a family of three.

Every one of Andrew’s friends knew about today’s banquet. The only one kept in the dark was her.

If she hadn’t coincidentally been here for an interview, she would never have witnessed such an absurd scene.

Seven years loving Andrew. Three years married to him.

Now, Sharon decided she was done.

"Andrew, Sharon doesn’t know about today, right?" one of his buddies asked with concern.

Andrew merely doted on the baby in his arms. "She doesn’t know," he replied flatly. "And there’s no need for her to. If she found out, she’d overthink again. Lately she’s been harboring a lot of hostility toward Rebecca."

"Don’t any of you go whispering in her ear."

"Relax, we know the drill. Lips sealed. But she is four months pregnant… if she finds out someday, won’t the shock be too much?"

"We’ll hide it as long as we can. If she can’t accept it, we might as well divorce."

Standing by the doorway, Sharon watched his cold, indifferent expression. A chill spread from her heart straight down to the soles of her feet.

When Rebecca was five months pregnant—before she could even register her marriage—her boyfriend passed away. Just because she was his army buddy’s widow, Andrew began taking constant care of her and the unborn child.

He rented her an apartment. He accompanied her to prenatal checkups. Even if she called in the middle of the night, Andrew would rush over.

For Rebecca’s sake, he had abandoned Sharon countless times: leaving her alone in the middle of a movie, walking out during meals, cutting vacations short the moment Rebecca called.

He had time to accompany Rebecca to her appointments, but never for Sharon’s. She bore it all without complaint, believing it was just Andrew’s kind-hearted nature.

Not until she accidentally saw him and Rebecca being intimately affectionate in that rented apartment did she realize how utterly wrong she had been.

This so-called “taking care” was merely an excuse to carry on an affair.

Hearing Andrew mention divorce, Rebecca curved her red lips into a smile. "Sharon is just being childish—jealous because Andrew is so good to me and my daughter. But after all, I’ve already lost Christopher. I have no one to rely on now. If it weren’t for Andrew, I probably wouldn’t have survived."

As she spoke, she began to cry. Andrew reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Rebecca, I said I’d take care of you and your child, and I meant it. Don’t worry about Sharon. At worst, we’ll just keep it hidden from her for the rest of her life!"

"Then Andrew gets to have his cake and eat it too! Two families at once—truly enviable."

"Let’s hope Sharon knows what’s good for her. A man as exceptional as Andrew is hard to come by."

"I’ll bet even if she finds out Andrew has another home, she still won’t leave him!"

Andrew raised an eyebrow, looking utterly pleased with himself.

Rebecca playfully patted a few of the men. "Alright now, stop using that poor girl as a betting chip. It’s so cruel."

Sharon smiled. Yes, it really was cruel.

But it didn’t matter. This would all be over soon.