The Scale That Exposed His Affair

Exposed

I copied every chat log and video from Noah's old phone.

By the time Noah rushed home, I was already sitting in the living room. His usual warm smile froze for a split second at the sight before him, but he still walked over like always, reaching out to hold me. "Mila, what's wrong?"

I shifted out of his reach and tossed the printed prenatal report onto the coffee table in front of him. A flicker of panic flashed through his eyes, but he forced himself to play innocent. "Mila, you actually went to the hospital for a checkup?!"

I had reached my breaking point. "Look at the name on that report. It says Mia Lane, not Mila Justice! What else do you have to say for yourself?"

He still tried to keep up the act. "Mia? Mia's pregnant? How would I know… These college girls these days, getting knocked up so young. But honey, what does that have to do with me? You're not seriously accusing me, are you? I swear I'm innocent…"

I stared at this pathetic excuse for a man and couldn't understand how I had loved him for so many years.

"Honey, I'll go find Mia now and have her come over to explain." Without batting an eye, Noah pulled out his phone and dialed her number.

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang. Noah pulled in a fragile-looking figure from the doorway—it was Mia.

She shrank back, eyes darting nervously toward me. With no makeup, she looked plain and innocent. "Noah… am I intruding? Mila, please don't misunderstand him. It's all my fault…"

"Who said you could speak here?" I snapped.

Mia flinched, her body trembling before she collapsed straight to the floor.

I didn't move an inch, watching coldly. Noah, however, rushed forward in a heartbeat, catching her and shielding her in his arms. Then he turned on me, roaring, "Mila Justice! How can you push her?! She's carrying a child!"

Before I could reply, a commotion came from outside the door.

"What child? Who's having a Carter baby?"

Two plainly dressed but sharp-eyed middle-aged figures pushed their way in—Noah's parents, who had come to deliver local specialties.

The moment they entered, they saw Noah holding Mia. His mother's eyes flashed with fury, and she stormed forward to strike Mia. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my son!"

Noah hurriedly shielded her. "Mom, what are you doing?! Mia is Mrs. Lane's daughter—the one running the little shop at the village entrance."

At those words, his parents' attitude did a one-eighty. His mother stopped her tirade, her face breaking into a wide smile. "Mrs. Lane's girl? Well, look at you, all grown up now."

She glanced at Mia's stomach and lit up. "Pregnant, are you? That's wonderful. Where are you living now? Forget about anywhere else—you should stay here at the Justice Residence. This big villa has maids to take care of you; you'll be comfortable here."

Noah adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, nodded along with his mother, and turned to me. "From today on, Mia will stay here to rest during her pregnancy. She'll take the master bedroom. You can move into the guest room."

His tone wasn't a suggestion. It was an order.

Before I could even protest, he was already guiding Mia away, leaving me standing alone in the living room.