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.

Derek didn't come home that night. I saw that woman's social media update, a suggestive photo of her baby bump with the caption: [I'm scared of thunder, but luckily, I have you by my side. In your arms, I'm not afraid of anything.] I turned off my phone and contacted my doctor to schedule an abortion. My marriage with Derek had lasted seven years, but it was time to let it go. This child and I had no fate together, I didn't want a child to come into a family without love. The doctor seemed hesitant. "You finally succeeded … are you sure about this? Maybe you could discuss it with Mr. Tyson?" "No. My health isn't great and I don't want a child," I replied, my eyes stinging. I feared I'd start crying in front of others. The doctor said they'd arrange everything soon. When I came downstairs from the doctor's office, I saw Derek waiting with Jenna for her prenatal checkup. He had gone to register her. I wanted to avoid them, but Jenna walked straight toward me, her eyes filled with provocation, "How long are you going to keep pretending you don't know? Really, Alicia?" she sneered. I looked at Jenna, realizing it was no coincidence I'd run into her. "You planned it out perfectly, didn't you? Just so I'd catch my husband cheating? Couldn't wait to move up, could you?" "You'd be smart to ask for a divorce now so things can end amicably, Alicia. What's the point of holding onto a man who doesn't love you?" she mocked, smirking. She said Derek hadn't loved me for a long time. "When was the last time he even touched you? Even though I'm pregnant, he still can't resist …" She pointed to the marks on her neck, flaunting them like trophies. I thought I'd be furious, but oddly, I felt calm. I looked at her indifferently. Then, I raised my hand and slapped her hard. "What's so respectable about being someone else's mistress?" "How dare you hit me! Don't think …" She barely finished when I slapped her again. Jenna threatened that Derek wouldn't let me go for this, she'd been hoping for a scene like this all along. Tears streamed down her face, just as Derek appeared, his things dropping to the ground in shock. "Alicia, what are you doing here?" he asked. "Derek, she hit me! She even called our child a bastard." Jenna tried to throw herself into his arms, but he pushed her aside with disdain. "Shut up!" "Alicia, let me explain. It was an accident …" Derek ran after me. "That night, I was drunk and I mistook her for you. We had one night and then … she was pregnant and I …" I stopped, turning to face this hypocritical man. "You think I'm that gullible?" "Alicia, please believe me. I'll end things with her immediately. You're the one I love." He kept insisting that I was the person he wanted to spend his life with, that he'd only hidden it from me to avoid hurting me. This thing with her, he claimed, was a passing whim. In the end, he'd always come back to me. I said coldly, "Let's divorce, Derek." "No, please, not divorce … Alicia, I beg you." Derek looked at me helplessly, like a child about to be abandoned. Despite his age, his eyes still had that power to move me. As I started to walk away, I heard Jenna scream in pain from behind, "Ah … blood, Derek, I'm bleeding! Our baby …"

I stood there, watching Jenna beg Derek not to abandon her. Derek looked at me with a conflicted expression, reminding me that she was carrying his child. "You don't want me to be heartless, do you? This is life we're talking about, Alicia," he said. Without looking back, he ran to her side, lifting her up and rushing inside. I saw the triumphant, mocking look in her eyes, as if she had just conquered the world. But I didn't care anymore. From the moment I decided on divorce, I knew I'd never be affected by Derek again. Let him have his grand, epic love. I would help them achieve it! Three days later, I saw Derek again. Jenna had gone through a series of episodes and they'd taken all precautions to protect her pregnancy. Meanwhile, I had undergone the surgery and ended my pregnancy. Back home, I began packing up my things, only to bump into Derek, who had just returned, looking worn out. Suddenly remembering our situation, he came over and grabbed my suitcase. "Alicia, the baby is safe. Once she gives birth, we'll bring the child under your care, so you won't have to endure the hardship of pregnancy anymore," he said. Derek added that no matter if it was a boy or a girl, the child would be mine in the end. "You won't have to feel stressed about not conceiving anymore. I don't want to see you suffer," he said. "Oh, so I should be grateful to you, right? How thoughtful of you, Derek." I sneered. I had never realized that beneath the surface of the man I loved lay such a deceptive face. He was the one who betrayed our relationship, the one who cheated, yet somehow, he'd spun it as if it was all for my sake. Was his solution to my struggles with IVF just to go find someone else to have a baby with? "How long has this been going on?" I asked, wanting to see just how rotten he was. He answered, "There was only that one night, it was an accident." "Ha." I looked at the marks on his neck, suppressing a laugh. Even now, he was still lying. I took the suitcase from his hand and said coldly, "The agreement is signed. Let's get the divorce sorted soon. I have no interest in sharing a husband." "Alicia!" he snapped. "You're not young anymore. Why make such a fuss and insist on divorce? You're nearly thirty, you're not a kid anymore." Derek asked what I would do after a divorce. His words left me frozen. He quickly apologized, saying he'd spoken out of frustration and didn't mean to belittle me. My eyes stung. I opened my mouth to say something but held back. I was no longer the Sylvester Family's pampered daughter. After my family went bankrupt, my father couldn't handle the pressure and jumped from a building. My mother's mental health deteriorated badly and now she often forgot things. Derek was right. I was almost thirty. I was supposed to cling to a successful young man like him, turn a blind eye and save myself the trouble. But I had a severe aversion to filth. "Let's not divorce, okay?" He reached out to hold me, but I dodged immediately and his patience ran out. He stared at me, exhausted from several sleepless nights. "Alicia, think carefully. Your mother's expensive medical bills are all being covered by me. She wouldn't want us to get divorced." With that, he went upstairs. He was using my mother as leverage against me! When had the man who used to love and cherish me turned so ruthless? I put down the suitcase.

I went to see my mother. Her memory has been failing lately, she held my hand and asked, "When will you and that boy from the Tyson Family have your wedding?" I held back tears. My mother's hair had turned completely white, her face lined with the marks of time. She was once one of the most beautiful women in this city. Back then, our family was wealthy and my father's business was thriving. They didn't approve of me being with Derek. Derek was a top student, but his family was poor. His father died in an accident when he was very young and his mother raised him alone. Initially, Derek ignored me completely, no matter how much I pursued him. He was always cold and distant. At the time, my friends bet that I couldn't win Derek over and I couldn't accept defeat. I chased after him relentlessly, but nothing seemed to work. I even visited his mother and arranged for her to see the best doctor, with a chance to restore her vision. But that day, Derek was furious. He told me he didn't need my interference in his family's affairs. My friends said I had hurt Derek's fragile pride and I was frustrated. I was only trying to help, but Derek, eyes red with anger, said to me, "Miss Sylvester, I don't need your charity." After that, he treated me even worse. If it hadn't been for that night when a group cornered me in an alley, things might have turned out differently. The drunk men harassed me and Derek suddenly rushed in, fighting them off to protect me, ending up bruised and battered. Afterward, holding me close, he pleaded, "Alicia, can you stop following me?" I clung to his neck in tears, realizing then that I had truly fallen for him. He would often sigh when he saw my math test scores, which barely reached three digits, despite his earnest attempts to teach me. He'd say, "Alicia, what am I going to do with you?" I didn't have much aptitude for studying, but I started working harder. Eventually, someone shamelessly told Derek about our bet and to my surprise, he believed it. After the college entrance exams, Derek told me we should stop seeing each other, saying he didn't have time to spare. I chased after him to explain, but shortly after, his family moved away and he disappeared from my world. Later, while in college, my family set me up to meet Marcus Jenkins, the eldest son of the Jenkins Family, who had known me since childhood. But he was too stiff and dull, always focused on work. For our first date, he stood me up and I ended up seeing Derek at the cinema, with another woman. Furious, I stormed over to confront him, only to discover it was his sister. I was utterly embarrassed, wishing I could disappear. That was when Derek and I got back together, only this time he pursued me. Memories floated by as my mother's voice came and went, saying, "It wasn't that I didn't want you two to get married. I just didn't want you to do it behind my back. Now, seeing our Alicia happy, I can rest easy." She patted my head, saying that Derek was taking good care of me. "Your father can rest easy too." Finally, I broke down, crying on her shoulder. She was right, Derek's heart was unpredictable, he wasn't someone I could depend on. I regretted it, I should have listened and behaved. Now, Derek was deliberately ignoring me, trying to show me that my life depended on him. Since the Sylvester Family's downfall, I had become the laughingstock of our social circle.

He used to protect me, saying, "Alicia, don't forget, you still have me, your promising stock." Back then, Derek's company was already gaining recognition and soon it thrived, becoming a leading player in the industry. I got a call from the hospital saying my mother was in critical condition and wanted to see Derek one last time. I called him, but he coldly replied, "I'm busy." I heard Jenna's playful laughter in the background. "How does this dress look? It's a shame I'm pregnant now, or I'd wear it to the auction with you." I knew Derek held a grudge against my mother. Back then, she had paid him to leave me and even the seed money for the Tyson Family's company came from that payment. My mother's existence was a constant reminder to him of his past humiliation and hardship. "My Mom really not going to make it," I said, trying to hold my composure. "Why are you like this now, Alicia? Making up lies like this to get my attention? Besides, your mother never liked me anyway. Even if she were dying, she wouldn't want to see me." He hung up, indifferent, while I stood by my mother's bedside. She had become so thin, her eye sockets sunken, her voice frail. "Alicia ... I'm sorry ..." My mother whispered her final words. She said it was understandable if Derek didn't want to see her, given how she had looked down on him before. "Be happy ... find joy," she murmured. When she passed, it felt as though the cage that imprisoned me shattered, but the sky had also fallen. I cried for a long time beside her bed. After dealing with my mother's funeral, I felt strangely calm. The last person I shared a blood bond with was gone. It began to rain heavily. I returned to my small apartment, carrying my mother's urn. When I opened the door, I found Derek, drunk and clinging to a stuffed toy, muttering, "Alicia." He scrambled to his feet as soon as he heard me enter. "Alicia, you're back. I tried calling, but I couldn't reach you." I realized then that my phone had run out of battery. After placing the urn down carefully, Derek started apologizing. He said he only acted out because of the stress I went through during our IVF treatments. He thought I was trying to 'compete for favor.' "I know I was wrong, Alicia ... Tomorrow, I'll go with you to see your mother. I even bought her favorite cheesecake." "That won't be necessary," I replied coldly, my body exhausted as I moved to sit down. My mother was dead. She wouldn't be able to taste the cakes he bought. His mood immediately soured. "Can you stop making a scene? We've been together for so many years, married for seven and we're almost thirty. Why are you acting like a child?" Derek demanded to know how I'd changed so much. I turned and looked at him with cold indifference. "I've already filed for divorce. Even if you refuse, it's useless. I'll hold you and Jenna accountable for everything." Why should I suffer the consequences for his mistakes? "What do you want?" Derek shouted, his phone lighting up repeatedly. I saw the contact name 'Darling' from Jenna flashing on the screen. He said divorce was impossible. He declared that in his marriage, the only way out was death. He'd never let me go. "Then go die," I said, my voice eerily calm. Derek's temper flared and he lunged at me. In our struggle, my mother's urn fell to the floor. I looked at the scattered ashes on the floor and once again, tears welled up in my eyes. Derek panicked, asking me what this was. But then his phone rang again. He picked it up. On the other end, Jenna was sobbing hysterically. "Derek, I … I'm bleeding so much, you … come quickly … I think the baby is coming."