LAUREN’S POV
Ethan looked up, his smile dropping fast. He frowned, like he was annoyed. Like I was the one doing something wrong. “What are you doing here, Lauren?” he asked, standing up slowly. He didn’t even look surprised to see me. No smile, no warmth, just those cold, annoyed brown eyes. I held up the USB, my hands trembling. “You left this,” I said, forcing the words out of my mouth. “I told Rosa to bring it,” he said sharply. “Not you. You shouldn't have bothered coming." That was the first thing he said. Not thank you. Not are you okay? Not even a quick lie to pretend he cared about my feelings. No, he was mad that I came instead of the maid. I blinked, staring at him. “That’s what you’re upset about?” He said nothing. Just stood there, his jaw tight. Before I could say another word, the lady sitting beside him spoke. “Ethan… who is she?” Her voice was smooth, soft, almost mocking. I turned to look at her. She crossed her legs slowly, like she was in no rush. Her nails were painted a pale pink, and the way she looked at me made my skin crawl. Ethan didn’t answer right away. I turned to him, heart pounding in my chest, waiting for him to speak. But he just opened his mouth, then closed it again. So I answered for him. “I’m his wife,” I said quietly. I held up my left hand and showed her the ring. But then I looked down at Ethan’s hand. It was bare. No ring. No sign he’d ever worn one to work. My chest felt like it cracked open. That moment hit me so hard, I almost forgot to breathe. “Oh,” the woman said, blinking at me. “You didn’t mention a wife last night when I asked you.” Last night. Those two words echoed in my head. Then it clicked, she was the same woman from the photo. The lipstick. The lie. The intern at the company he said not to worry about. It was her. He was with her. My throat burned. Ethan must’ve seen it in my face, the way I finally put it all together. That’s when he quickly stepped in. “Yes, I’m married,” he said, like it was suddenly important now. “This is Lauren. My wife. Lauren, this is Sofia...an old friend from college.” Sofia. I already knew. But hearing the name out loud still made my stomach twist. Sofia turned back to me, and for a few seconds, she just looked. Up and down. Her eyes sharp. Her mouth curled into the smallest smirk as her eyes dragged over my outfit, my hair, my body. She wasn't even subtle about it. Then she laughed. Just a little. “Wow! I honestly can’t believe it,” she said, almost like she was talking to herself. “Ethan… really? This is who you ended up with?” I felt the burn in my face. "Excuse me?” I said, my voice tight. She kept smiling like I wasn’t even worth being mad at. “I mean, no offense,” she said with a shrug, even though offense was clearly the point. " She's not what I expected. Did you stop caring about appearances completely? She's... so plain. And you’ve gained a lot of weight, haven’t you? You could’ve at least dressed up properly before coming here.” I froze. I turned to Ethan. Waiting. Begging silently for him to say something. To tell her to shut her mouth. To defend me, just once. But he didn’t. No "Don't talk to her like that." Instead, his face… his face said everything. He was embarrassed of me. The same man who used to kiss my stretch marks and say they were proof I brought our daughter into the world… now looked like he didn’t even want to be seen beside me. I looked down at my outfit. Jeans, blouse, nothing fancy but clean, neat, decent. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I came here to drop off his stupid USB, not walk a red carpet. And no...I wasn’t skinny like I used to be in college. I had a child. I had a life. And I was tired. But I wasn’t ugly. I wasn’t nothing. I looked up at Ethan again. “You’re really going to let her talk to me like that?” He didn’t answer. I felt my knees go weak, but I stayed standing. I wouldn’t cry in front of her. I wouldn’t give her that. My mind started spinning, pulling me back to college. Back to when it all started. I was just the quiet transfer student on scholarship. Ethan and Sofia were the golden couple back then. Everyone knew them. They were rich, good-looking, and popular. Until his family lost their money. And she dropped him like he was trash. I still remember how bad he took it. The whispers in the hallway. The pity. The gossip. I had liked Ethan then quietly from afar. I never expected him to notice me but one day, he did. He asked me out. Took me for coffee. Talked to me like I mattered. I thought… maybe he was different. Now here we were. Full circle. Sofia was back, sitting in his office like she never left. Like I never existed. And yeah, maybe I had gained a little weight. But I had also grown a life inside me. Carried our daughter, stayed up through fevers and nightmares, and ran a home while he “worked late.” Ethan used to say he liked me this way. He used to tell me I didn’t need to lose a pound. “You’re perfect the way you are,” he’d say. “Don’t stress yourself.” So why was he quiet now? Why did he look like he agreed with everything Sophia just said? I held onto my pride and tried to keep my voice from shaking. “Why are you even here?” I asked, my voice steady. “Why are you sitting this close to my husband? Acting like you belong here?” She smiled again, but this time, it wasn’t playful. It was cold. “I have every right to be close to Ethan,” she said simply. Then she leaned back against the couch like she was on a talk show. “And,” she added, dragging the word out slowly, “I’m pregnant.” The room spun. My legs felt like jelly. I blinked at her. “What?” “I’m expecting Lauren,” she said, placing a hand on her flat stomach. The smirk on her face turned smug. "Ethan’s baby.”ETHAN'S POVHer lips — God, they were still as soft as I remembered. Like velvet soaked in honey. It was almost as if she had kept them just for me, like she’d been saving every touch, every kiss, for this very moment. That was the only thing running through my head as I continued kissing Sofia. The scent of her perfume filled my lungs — sweet, alluring, addictive. Her hair tickled against my cheek as our bodies molded into each other. Her skin was smooth like warm silk, and the way she moved beneath me sent sparks through every nerve in my body. This wasn’t the first time I was cuddled up with her here, but each time I felt her skin against mine, it came with a feeling that I could not explain. It was something I couldn’t get used to even up till now I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way. Not regret. Not guilt. Not Lauren. Sofia's hands moved slowly, deliberately, as she began to unbuckle my belt, her fingers brushing against my waistline with teasing confidence. I suck
LAUREN'S POVBeep. Beep. Beep. That was the first sound I heard as I slowly began to regain consciousness. For a moment, I didn’t recognize it. I didn’t recognize anything. My mind was foggy, floating somewhere between confusion and panic. I had no idea where I was, and my body felt heavy, like it had been dipped in cement. As my eyelids fluttered open, a flood of bright white light stung my eyes. I winced and turned my face to the side instinctively. That’s when the smell hit me — antiseptic, sharp and sterile, mixed with a faint trace of something metallic. The beeping beside me became more consistent now, matching the rhythm of my unsteady heart. Then it hit me. I was in a hospital. The moment that realization clicked, I sat up quickly — but instantly regretted it. A sharp, splitting pain surged through my head, forcing a gasp from my lips. My hands flew to my temples as I leaned forward, trying to ride out the wave of pain. It felt like my skull was being cracked open from th
LAUREN’S POV Pregnant. That word rang in my ears over and over again like a siren. My brain heard it, but my heart… my heart refused to believe it. I turned slowly, like my whole body had forgotten how to move. My eyes landed on Ethan. He wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the floor like a boy caught stealing. My lips parted, and my voice came out so weak, I barely recognized it. “Ethan… is it true?” I prayed – God, I actually prayed in that second that he would look up and say no. That Sofia was just playing a sick joke. That it was a lie. That he didn’t do this to me. To us. To our daughter. But he didn’t even lift his head. He didn’t say a single word. His jaw clenched, his eyes flicked to the side like a coward, and in that second… I knew. He didn’t have to say anything. His silence hit harder than a slap. It was true. She wasn’t lying. Sofia was actually pregnant with his child. And I...his wife was standing there like a fool. Like a leftover. Something ins
LAUREN’S POV Ethan looked up, his smile dropping fast. He frowned, like he was annoyed. Like I was the one doing something wrong. “What are you doing here, Lauren?” he asked, standing up slowly. He didn’t even look surprised to see me. No smile, no warmth, just those cold, annoyed brown eyes. I held up the USB, my hands trembling. “You left this,” I said, forcing the words out of my mouth. “I told Rosa to bring it,” he said sharply. “Not you. You shouldn't have bothered coming." That was the first thing he said. Not thank you. Not are you okay? Not even a quick lie to pretend he cared about my feelings. No, he was mad that I came instead of the maid. I blinked, staring at him. “That’s what you’re upset about?” He said nothing. Just stood there, his jaw tight. Before I could say another word, the lady sitting beside him spoke. “Ethan… who is she?” Her voice was smooth, soft, almost mocking. I turned to look at her. She crossed her legs slowly, like she was in no rush. Her nai
LAUREN’S POV I wiped my cheeks fast and tried to smile. I didn’t want Elena to worry. “Just something in Mommy’s eye,” I said softly. She didn’t look convinced, but she nodded and came down slowly, hugging her teddy bear tight. She climbed onto the couch beside me and leaned her little head on my shoulder. I held her close, breathing in her soft baby shampoo scent, trying to hold myself together. “Did Daddy come home already?” she whispered. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah… he’s upstairs. He didn't want to wake you when he came in." I lied. Ethan didn't even attempt to go into her room and at least check on her. She didn’t say anything after that. Just sat there quietly until her eyes started to droop again. I carried her to her room and tucked her in gently. I kissed her forehead and whispered, “I love you more than anything, baby.” When she was finally asleep, I went into the master bedroom. Ours. Well, used to be ours. The bed still looked neat, untouched — Eth
LAUREN'S POV “Who is she, Ethan?” I asked again, louder this time, my voice shaking. Ethan’s eyes darted to the side like he was thinking of what to say. “What are you talking about?” he said finally, blinking like I’d just accused him of something crazy. I pointed at his collar. “The lipstick. It’s not mine, Ethan. So again, who is she?” He looked down slowly, like he was just noticing it for the first time. There it was. That soft pink smudge stood out against his white shirt like a slap to my face. “Oh,” he said, brushing at it. “That? It’s nothing. One of the girls at the office… she tripped or something and bumped into me. Maybe it got there then.” I stared at him. “She tripped? Onto your collar?” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “It was just a stupid accident, Lauren. Don’t start making something out of nothing.” “Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid,” I snapped. He sighed like he was already tired of the conversation. “Here we go again. You always do this. You always