My Husband Used My Paychecks to Support His Ex, So I Ruined Him

I clenched my phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

On the screen, Ethan was eagerly handing a bag of fried chicken to Sabrina.

“Sabrina, it just came out. Eat it while it’s hot.”

His voice came through the speakers.

It felt like a blunt, rusty blade stabbing straight into my ears.

I sat frozen on a plastic chair in the hospital hallway.

The prenatal test results in my hand were damp with sweat, the edges crumpled into a wrinkled mess.

Just an hour ago, he had stood outside the hospital and pulled me into an apologetic hug.

“I’m sorry, honey. An emergency meeting came up at the office, and I really can’t get out of it.

“Go ahead and get your tests done. I’ll take you somewhere nice to eat afterward to make it up to you.”

I understood how hard he was working.

I smiled, ushered him toward his car, and reminded him to drive safely.

Then I turned around and took the crowded subway during rush hour just to save a few dollars on a cab.

So his emergency meeting was actually going to Brookhaven to buy fried chicken for his ex-wife.

Ethan had been married once before.

Before we got our marriage certificate, he had confessed everything to me. He told me his ex-wife, Sabrina, was greedy and obsessed with money, that she’d taken all his savings and run off with another man.

His mother had even held my hands and cursed Sabrina as a homewrecker, praising me as the kind of daughter-in-law anyone would be lucky to have.

I believed every word of it.

I didn’t ask for any money from his family, and I even brought a house into the marriage as part of my own assets.

Now it was obvious.

They had never really cut ties.

Sabrina’s unborn child was even Ethan’s.

I forced myself to take a deep breath and opened Sabrina’s profile.

She was a moderately popular mommy blogger, and her page was filled with idyllic posts about her pregnancy.

The comments under her latest video had already exploded.

“Wow, girl, your ex-husband treats you so well!”

“Spending his current wife’s money on his ex? This guy’s something else.”

“His current wife is seriously getting played. I feel so bad for her.”

Sabrina replied to one of the top comments:

“Why feel bad for her? If raising a son weren’t so expensive, she wouldn’t have gotten her foot in the door in the first place.

“My mother-in-law said that if it weren’t for the fact that her family has money, who would want a woman like her who brings nothing but baggage into the marriage?

“Now my father-in-law is pretending to be sick, and the whole family is working together to drain her savings and set aside money to raise my baby.”

I stared at the words on the screen.

My stomach churned violently, and I gagged.

Just last month, my mother-in-law, Margaret Bennett, had grabbed my hand with tears in her eyes and told me that my father-in-law, Richard Bennett, had been diagnosed with an early-stage tumor and needed expensive imported medication to survive.

Ethan had been so worried that he’d smoked all night, saying our family’s cash flow was running dry.

Without a second thought, I handed over the salary account where I’d saved $600,000.