Chapter 3

  The next day, Becky woke up feeling anxious and uncertain. William hadn't come home the night before, and she had been trying to reach him all morning. She had left him multiple voicemails and text messages, but he hadn't responded. She tried calling him again, but it went straight to voicemail.

  

  Becky sighed and threw her phone onto the bed. She was starting to feel worried and frustrated. Where was William, and why wasn't he answering her calls?

  

  She glanced at the clock and remembered that they were supposed to attend the Met Gala tonight. Maybe William would be there, and they could talk. She decided to focus on getting ready for the event and hoped that William would be there to talk things through.

  

  Becky walked over to her wardrobe and began searching for a dress to wear to the gala. As she browsed through her collection, her eyes landed on a stunning gown that William had bought for her on their second wedding anniversary. It was a beautiful, strapless red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

  

  Becky's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the dress. If she wore it, maybe William would change his mind. Maybe he would see how much she loved him and want to work things out.

  

  As she reached out to touch the dress, Becky felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She suddenly felt queasy and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

  

  As she stood in front of the mirror, washing her face and trying to calm down, Becky's mind began to wander. When was the last time she had her period? She couldn't remember. It had been a while, but she had always been irregular.

  

  But then she dismissed the thought. It couldn't be possible. She was infertile, after all. The doctors had told her that she would never be able to conceive.

  

  Becky pushed the thought aside and focused on getting ready for the gala. She took a deep breath and began to get dressed, carefully applying her makeup and styling her hair.

  

  When she was ready, Becky looked stunning in the red gown. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves and making her look like a million bucks.

  

  One of William's drivers arrived to take her to the gala. Becky got into the car, feeling a mix of emotions. She was nervous about seeing William, but she was also determined to talk to him and try to work things out.

  

  As they arrived at the Met, Becky's nerves began to get the better of her. The red carpet was rolled out, and cameras were flashing everywhere. Becky took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, smiling brightly for the cameras.

  

  "Good evening, Mrs. Edward," one of the reporters said, microphone in hand. "You look stunning tonight. Where is your husband?"

  

  Becky's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered. "He's on his way," she said, trying to sound confident. "He's running a bit behind schedule."

  

  The reporters nodded and continued to ask her questions, but Becky's attention was focused on the crowd. She was scanning the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of William.

  

  Just as she was starting to feel anxious, a car pulled up to the red carpet, and the cameras turned their attention to it. The door opened, and a stunning woman stepped out, smiling brightly for the cameras.

  

  Becky's eyes widened as she watched the woman, feeling a sense of unease. Who was she, and why was she stealing the spotlight?

  

  As the cameras continued to flash, Becky's eyes locked onto the woman's face. She looked familiar, but Becky couldn't quite place her.

  

  And then, it hit her. The woman's face was one she had seen before, but where?

  

  Becky's mind was racing as she watched the woman pose for the cameras. She had a feeling that this night was going to be much more interesting than she had anticipated.

  

  As the woman was busy flaunting in front of the camera’s, William emerged from the other side, a smile spreading across his face. He walked up to meet her, and they locked hands, their fingers intertwining as they exchanged a tender glance. The woman leaned in and kissed William on the cheek, and Becky's eyes widened in shock.

  

  The reporters surrounding them seemed equally stunned, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity. One of them stepped forward, microphone in hand. 

  

  "Mr. Edward, can you tell us who your lovely companion is tonight?"

  

  William's smile grew wider as he turned to face the cameras. "Of course," he said, his voice confident and smooth. "I'd like to introduce you to Ellen Quincy, my fiancée."

  

  The reporters erupted into a flurry of questions and camera clicks, their attention riveted on the couple. Ellen held up her hand, showcasing a stunning diamond ring that sparkled in the light. It was the same ring William had given Becky when he proposed to her, the same ring she had worn with pride for three years.

  

  Becky's mind reeled as she stared at the ring, feeling like she'd been punched in the gut. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. William was engaged to someone else, and he was flaunting it in front of her, in front of the entire world.

  

  The reporters continued to ask questions, their voices overlapping as they tried to get a statement from the couple. William and Ellen smiled and laughed together, looking like the perfect couple. Becky felt like she was going to be sick.

  

  "Mr. Edward, can you explain the situation here?" one reporter asked. "You're already married to Becky, and now you're engaged to Ellen Quincy? How does this work?"

  

  William's expression remained cold and unyielding. "Becky and I are getting a divorce," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's been a long time coming, and we're just finalizing the details."

  

  The reporters looked at each other, shocked by the revelation. "But Mr. Edward, you and Becky have been married for three years," another reporter pointed out. "What happened?"

  

  William shrugged. "We grew apart, and it's time for us to move on. Ellen and I have a connection that we can't ignore."

  

  As William spoke, his eyes locked onto Becky's, and she felt a pang in her heart. She was standing a short distance away, watching the scene unfold, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal and hurt.