Chapter 1: Pregnant

Evelyn Pov

I had never felt lighter than I did that afternoon. The doctor’s words still echoed in my ears — "congratulations, you’re five weeks pregnant."

Pregnant.

Our baby. Mine and Ethan’s.

I stepped out of the car, clutching the brown envelope with the ultrasound results, my heart pounding with joy. When I spotted Ethan’s car already in the driveway, a smile spread across my face. He was home early. Perfect..

I almost tripped in my heels as I ran inside, my excitement carrying me faster than my feet could handle. “Ethan!” I called, laughing as I took the stairs two at a time.

I could already picture his expression — that perfect smile, the way his arms would wrap around me, the promises we’d whisper about our future.

......But then the envelope slipped from my hand.

"Ahhh… Ethan… yes…"

A choked gasp, raw and sharp, sliced the air.

"More… oh fuck, more…"

The bedroom door was slightly ajar. I froze. My breath caught. My pulse roared in my ears as I leaned closer, hoping I was wrong. Hoping my ears were lying.

But they weren’t.

And my eyes confirmed it.

Ethan was inside. Naked. Muscles glistening with sweat. His body moving hard, fast, and rough. But not with me. Not with any woman.

With a man.

My husband was gay.

I wanted to scream. To burst into the room, to demand answers. But my feet were frozen. My chest ached. My pulse thundered in my ears.

Ethan’s face twisted with pleasure—never like this with me. Never like this. My heart shattered in slow motion, a sharp, unbearable ache.

The man was laying flat on his chest on the bed, head turned towards the left. He was moaning like a whore, encouraging Ethan to fuck him harder. His fingers were gripping the bedsheet hard as Ethan was pounding deep and hard into him.

Moans filled the room blending with Ethan’s groans as he thrust deeper, faster.

"Fuck yes, that's it," the whore's voice gasped, raw with pleasure.

"You're so good. I'm almost there. Keep going, please, just like that."

"Tell me you love this," Ethan's voice rasped, guttural. "Tell me you want every inch of me." Ethan demanded.

The whore's hips rose, a wild, desperate offering.

"I want it all," he shuddered, a choked sound. "

Ethan tilted his head back, eyes closed, breath coming fast. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned.

His body tensed, a final, brutal thrust. "You got it, baby."

My stomach twisted. My vision blurred. I couldn’t breathe.

The brown envelope lay forgotten at my feet, the proof of the life growing inside me. The life I thought would bind us forever.

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I carried the tray into the dining room, my hands steady even though my chest burned like fire. The food, the cake — all of it had been meant to celebrate our baby. Now it sat heavy in my grip, a cruel joke.

I set the table carefully, forcing myself to hum softly as if nothing was wrong. The clinking of plates filled the silence until I heard footsteps behind me.

“H-how long have you been home?” Ethan’s voice came from behind me, strained.

I looked up slowly. He stood there, shirt hastily buttoned, sweat still on his brow. His eyes darted everywhere but mine, fear written all over his face.

I looked up at him, acting surprised. “Ohh you're home. I just got in.”

His breath eased, shoulders relaxing.

Then I saw the man beside him. My stomach dropped.

“Daniel?” I blurted, eyes locking on Ethan’s secretary.

I forced my lips into a small, polite smile, the kind a hostess would give a guest she hadn’t expected. “Oh, Daniel… I didn’t realize you were here.”

He stiffened, guilt flashing across his face, but I acted as if nothing was unusual. I picked up the knife and began cutting the cake, my movements calm, steady, almost cheerful.

“Since you’re here, you might as well join us,” I said smoothly. “I was going to surprise Ethan with a little celebration.”

Neither of them spoke. The silence pressed against my skin, but I didn’t let it show.

Instead, I set three plates on the table.

“Sit,” I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.

Ethan didn’t touch the food. “I’m busy,” he muttered, standing too quickly.

He slipped an arm around Daniel, helping him walk. Daniel’s steps were unsteady, his face pale, his shirt half tucked.

At the door, I forced a soft smile. “Daniel, what happened to you?”

“Uh… I slipped earlier,” he lied without blinking.

“You should take a day off to take care of yourself.” I said smoothly, my tone calm though my chest ached.

Daniel nodded, avoiding my eyes.

"We should get going. "

Ethan hurried him out.