I Quit My Job, I Left My Marriage, and My Ex Lost His Mind

“Miss Spencer, your husband is cheating on you.”

Layla Spencer thought it had to be some kind of prank, but then her phone filled with photo after photo until it nearly froze.

In every picture, Dylan Hall and Lily Spencer were wrapped around each other, gazing at each other like they were in their own world. They were kissing in the car Layla was still paying off, hugging at the top of the amusement park Ferris wheel, and holding hands at the foot of Mount Hilaya, a place Layla had always dreamed of seeing.

Her heart lurched. Could Dylan really be cheating?

But ten years of dating flashed through her mind. Every moment, every shared joy. It didn’t add up. With technology being what it is, faking a few incriminating photos was easy. And today was Alya Corp’s ninth anniversary. Maybe someone was trying to stir up trouble.

Layla forced herself to stop spiraling and drove back to the office.

She needed to check the event setup before three and make sure tonight’s celebration went perfectly. There was no traffic, but she kept drifting in and out of her thoughts the whole way.

Half an hour later, she arrived at Alya Corp and headed straight for Dylan’s office.

Just as she reached for the door, a low, breathy moan came from inside, followed by a man’s heavy breathing.

“Dylan, you’re amazing. I feel so weak. I know it’s wrong to share my brother-in-law with my sister, but I love your body too much.”

“If she finds out the baby in her stomach isn’t her IVF child with you, but mine… do you think she’ll try to kill me?”

Layla stumbled backward, nearly falling. Her hand pressed to her stomach.

The baby she fought so hard to conceive… was actually her husband’s child with her own sister?

The voices kept coming, each word piercing her like a blade.

“She loves me,” Dylan said, sounding smug and impatient. “If she dares make a scene, I’ll divorce her. She’ll end up on her knees begging you for forgiveness.”

“But she won’t get the chance. You hate pain, right? Once she gives birth for you, I’ll buy out the bankrupt Spencer Group and hand it to you as a wedding gift. When that happens, you’ll be the only one in the Spencer family who matters. They won’t even be worthy of kneeling at your feet.”

The familiar voice felt like a demon whispering straight into her ear.

She remembered their wedding night. A typhoon hit the city. Rain pounded on the windows. Lily had called Dylan in tears, saying she twisted her ankle and couldn’t get home. Dylan rushed out to pick her up and got into a car accident on the way.

Even when he regained consciousness, the first thing he asked was whether Lily was safe.

She had thought he was simply kind. That he was concerned with her family because he cared about her. Only now did she realize Dylan had always loved Lily.

The lewd noises grew louder, shameless. Layla didn’t even need to open the door to picture the scene.

Every word from those two crashed down on her like one thunderclap after another, shattering everything she had held onto in this marriage.

With the power Alya Corp held now, crushing the struggling Spencer Group was as easy as stepping on an ant. No wonder her family business kept spiraling downhill.

Layla let out a hollow laugh.

Ten years together. Three years married.

She had trusted Dylan completely. Trusted in their relationship.

And now she had lost more than her marriage. She had dragged the entire Spencer family down with her.

The sounds coming from inside felt like someone pouring gasoline straight onto her heart. The flames were everywhere.

She wanted to burn the two of them alive.

Only reason kept her from losing control. And the child. Layla’s gaze hardened. There was no way she was giving birth to a baby for a cheating husband and her own sister.

She pulled out her phone, ready to schedule an abortion, but the screen lit up before she could tap anything.

It was the same unknown number that had sent her all those photos.

Fuming, she tried to hang up but accidentally hit answer instead.

A low male voice came through the line. “Miss Spencer, the baby you’re carrying… it’s actually mine.”