Once His Abandoned Wife Now A Trillionaire Heiress

SERENA POV

I pushed the bedroom door open, just a crack. Just enough to look inside.

And that’s when my whole world blew apart.

Ethan had Juliana bent over our bed. Her dress was shoved up around her waist.

He was slamming into her from behind, hard and fast, like he couldn’t get enough.

Her moans filled the room the same sounds I thought belonged only to me.

His hand gripped her hip tight. The other one was twisted in her hair, yanking her head back. He kissed her neck, then bit it, like a hungry animal.

They didn’t even notice me.

“She’s downstairs,” Juliana gasped between moans, her voice wicked and breathless. “Pregnant… all big and round… looking so ugly. And here you are, still choosing me.”

Ethan laughed low and mean. He didn’t stop thrusting.

“She’s not my wife,” he growled. “She’s just an incubator.”

Juliana laughed sharp and happy, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. That laugh stabbed me right in the stomach.

“You haven’t touched her in months, right?” she asked.

“I never wanted to,” Ethan said, slamming harder. “Every damn time I closed my eyes and pretended it was you. Only you.”

The words cut me deeper than any knife.

My hand flew to my belly. Five months pregnant. Round. Heavy. Our baby growing inside me.

My best friend. The woman I told every secret, every fear, every dream about this child. She was in my bed. With my husband. Laughing at me while he fucked her.

I couldn’t breathe. My chest burned. Tears stung my eyes and my face felt like it was on fire.

I took one quiet step back. The door clicked shut.

Nobody heard.

Five minutes ago, I loved him with every piece of my heart.

Now that heart lay broken on the floor, and I didn’t even know who I was anymore.

Tears poured down my face as I walked slowly down the grand staircase toward the glittering ballroom below.

One foot in front of the other.

Don’t fall.

Don’t scream.

Don’t let them see you break.

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The Grand Cadwell Ballroom sparkled like a beautiful tomb.

I had just reached the bottom when Juliana appeared beside me. Her cheeks were still pink. She glowed like a woman who had just been well-fucked. And on her finger?

My diamond ring. The one Ethan gave me on our wedding day. It sparkled like it was mocking me.

“Serena, darling,” she said, voice dripping fake sweetness. “You look so pale. Is the baby kicking hard tonight?”

I stared at her, frozen. “Juliana… have you seen Ethan?”

Her smile stayed perfect. “Not since this afternoon. Why? Something wrong?”

She tucked her hair behind her ear. The diamond flashed.

“Juliana…” My voice cracked. “Are you… engaged?”

She let out a soft, pitying laugh. “Oh, sweetheart. No point hiding it anymore.”

Behind her, Margaret Cadwell stepped forward, smiling like a satisfied snake.

“Yes, she is engaged,” Margaret announced loudly so the whole ballroom could hear. “And the lucky man… is your husband.”

The words hit me like a slap.

Hundreds of guests went dead silent. Every eye turned to us, hungry for the drama.

I couldn’t look away from Juliana. “You were just with him,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Upstairs. In our bedroom. I saw you bent over the bed. My husband was inside you. You were moaning while he fucked you… laughing about how ugly and swollen I am.”

Juliana didn’t even blink. Her smile grew sharper, delighted. “I know. I saw the door move. I loved knowing you were watching.”

Tears burned down my cheeks. “I heard everything. You called me an incubator. You both laughed… while I’m carrying his child.”

She stepped closer and leaned in like we were sharing gossip. “Did you really think we’d hide it? Sweetie, we’ve been together for over a year. While you were throwing up every morning, getting fat and hormonal… he was coming to me. Every single night.”

My hands shook so hard I couldn’t stop them. “You were my best friend. I trusted you. I told you my fears, my dreams for this baby. And you… you were laughing at me the whole time.”

Juliana tilted her head, amused. “Best friend? Oh, Serena. I was never your friend. I was just waiting for him to realize what a mistake he made marrying you.”

Something inside me snapped completely.

Margaret laughed behind her. “Well said, Juliana.”

The ballroom was so quiet you could hear my heart breaking.

I looked up and shouted, voice trembling but loud: “Ethan!”

The crowd parted.

There he stood at the podium calm, perfect in his tuxedo. He looked at me like I was already garbage.

“Tell me she’s lying,” I begged, pressing my hand over my belly, protecting the only thing I had left. “Please, Ethan… tell me this isn’t true.”

He stepped down and walked toward me. His shoes clicked on the marble like nails in a coffin.

When he stopped in front of me, he stared at my swollen belly with pure disgust.

“You want the truth, Serena?” His voice was ice cold. “I never loved you. Not one single day. You were nothing but a convenient womb with a signature.”

The room spun. Everything blurred.

“I needed a quiet wife with no family to make trouble,” he continued, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You were perfect. Grateful. Desperate to be loved.”

He leaned in close, breath hot against my ear. “You were just a warm incubator. Something to use until Juliana was ready.”

Tears streamed down my face. “The baby—”

“Was always meant to be Juliana’s,” he cut me off, no emotion at all. “You were just carrying it for her. A surrogate without the paperwork.

We planned to take the baby the moment it was born.

You would’ve been paid, then thrown out like trash.”

My knees buckled.

“You…” My voice came out broken, raw, shattered. “You tried to kill our baby?”