Dumping My Cheating CEO While Pregnant

Half an hour later, the office door finally swung open. My husband Eric Grant's new secretary straightened her rumpled skirt, snorted at me, and sashayed away. I'd been at the receiving end of such humiliation innumerable times. There was a time when it would have broken my heart and brought me to tears. Now, I had gotten used to it. I pushed the door open. Eric heard my footsteps. He turned around, and as soon as he realized it was me, his brows instinctively drew together. "What are you doing back here again? Didn't I tell you not to come looking for me at the office unless it's important?"I hesitated. The very next second, I shoved the prenatal checkup report in my hand into my bag and said, "Let's get a divorce, Eric." Eric's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, froze in midair. He sneered and looked at me. "What? Can't take it anymore? You were the one who used every trick in the book to marry me back then." As soon as his words fell, his phone, which was resting

I was caught off guard by Eric's sudden confrontation. What on earth was Eric so upset about?I used to behave like a madwoman, doing everything I could to find proof of his affairs, combing through the countless flirtatious messages on his phone, attempting to cut off every avenue through which he could come into contact with other women. At the time, he found me utterly repulsive. He berated me for being unreasonable and called me a lunatic. Wasn't this what he wanted? Eric was still dissatisfied, convinced that I was giving him an attitude. All of a sudden, I felt drained. I took a deep breath, broke free from Eric's hold, and responded apathetically, "I'm not giving you an attitude. I'm just tired, and I want to go back and get some rest." After taking a couple of steps, something hit me, and I turned back around. "I've signed the divorce agreement, Eric. I've left your copy exactly where it was. If you're free tomorrow, let's go to the courthouse and finalize the divorce.

Eric realized what had happened in an instant. He clutched the box and dropped to his knees, stammering, "T-This can't be… Sylvia's pregnant? I didn't know... I had no idea that pushing her would…"He repeated himself, bawling his eyes out. Then, he took another close look at the fetus in the box. Its tiny hands and feet had already formed. A chill shot straight to the crown of his head. Before he could even scream, he toppled backward. "Eric!" "Mr. Grant!" Pandemonium broke out.The bodyguards and several attendants rushed over, scrambling to lift the unconscious Eric and haul him to a nearby couch. Someone pinched his philtrum to wake him, while others frantically called for an ambulance. Sabrina was scared out of her wits, utterly at a loss. Mrs. Grant had remained calm as she watched the scene unfold. Gradually, tears welled up in her eyes, and she murmured, "I'm so sorry, Clara. I failed to take care of your precious daughter. I won't even be able to look you in the

Sabrina gaped at Eric, as if she couldn't process his words. "You love me… You know you love me, Eric!" she muttered in utter disbelief. Without sparing her a second glance, he turned to his bodyguards, who were frozen in place at the door, and barked, "What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear me? Deliver her safely to Sundara and make sure she never comes back for the rest of her life!"His bodyguards no longer dared to hesitate. They stepped forward, hauled the limp Sabrina to her feet, and dragged her outside. "No—Eric, you can't do this to me!" she shrieked. Eric turned a deaf ear to her cries and curses behind him, staring blankly out the window. After what felt like an eternity, he murmured, "I have to find Sylvia. She can't abandon me..." His voice was so soft, as if he was trying to hypnotize himself. Yet, he would never be able to locate me. I had already taken a chartered flight abroad that night. After I was induced to deliver my baby due to excessive blood loss,