Thrown Out Like Trash, Caught By A Billionaire

"Your husband is cheating on you with my sister-in-law," a woman in her forties said, sliding a business card across the diner table.

"Hahaha, what do you mean by that? My Luke could never, he loves me too much," I laughed, pushing the card right back toward her.

"Is this why you called me out here? Just so you can sit here and feed me lies about my husband?"

"I guess you don't know him well at all, him and my sister-in-law have been having an affair for over three years now."

"I think you got the wrong person entirely, I am expecting his child, so it's not possible for my husband to cheat," I snapped, my chest tightening as I glared at her.

"He has been there for me through every single breakdown after our failed pregnancy tests, and now, after going through grueling IVF treatments, we are finally going to have our own baby, so don't sit there and lie to my face."

"I am not lying, I have proof, and there is a lot more to their little arrangement than you think," the woman said, standing up and grabbing her designer bag.

"Proof? What kind of proof could you possibly have of something that doesn't even exist?" I demanded, leaning across the table.

"Bank statements, hotel keys, text messages that would make you show you I wasn't lying," she replied, staring right into my eyes without blinking.

"You expect me to believe a stranger over the man who held my hand through three years of negative pregnancy tests?"

"I expect you to open your eyes before you look like an absolute fool."

"My husband loves me, he cried when we finally saw that positive IVF result on the test stick, he built our nursery with his own hands."

"He built that nursery to keep up appearances while he spends his nights in another woman's bed."

"You're delusional, absolutely out of your mind."

"Am I? Ask him where he was on your anniversary last year when he claimed He was in Chicago."

"He was working, He was closing the biggest contract of his career for us, for our future family."

"He was in a penthouse suite ten minutes away from your house, and it wasn't with a client."

"Get lost, My husband can never cheat on me, never," I shouted, slamming my palms down on the table as heads turned toward us from across the diner.

"Just call me whenever you make up your mind, I will tell you everything you need to know about your husband's affair with my sister-in-law, because he isn't the saint you think he is, trust me," she said, dropping the card onto my lap before turning on her heel and walking out the diner.

Hours later, the digital clock on the bedside table showed 1:00 AM.

The front door clicked open, as footsteps echoed down the hallway before Luke walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie with a flick of his wrist.

"Sweetie you still awake."

"Yes honey, you are late again," I said,walking closer to him.

"I have work, are you suspecting me or something?" Luke snapped, tossing his jacket over the bed.

"No... honey, I am not, am just saying for the past two years you have been working late into the night every single week, and I honestly miss you."

"The company isn't stable yet, do you want the business to go bankrupt? If it tanks, then how are we supposed to support our family, especially now that we're finally expecting our own child after all that expensive treatment?" he mumbled, shoving me back against the pillows as he ripped off his shirt.

"I know how hard you're working, Luke, I see the bags under your eyes, but working until one in the morning every single night?"

"Do you want me to lose everything we have built? Is that what you want?"

"No, of course not, but a marriage takes two people, Luke. We barely talk anymore."

"Then stop nagging me the second I walk through that front door."

"I'm not nagging you, I am your wife, I have every right to ask about my husband when he vanishes for days."

"Your only job right now is carrying this baby, so let me handle the business and stop questioning my every move."

"I know you are busy, but at least sometimes take some time off work and spend time with me and our unborn baby."

"Do you think I want to be at the office this late? Do you think I want to miss spending evenings with my wife?"

"Then come home early tomorrow, just one night, please."

"If I lose contracts because I left early to babysit your insecurities, we won't even be able to pay the hospital bills for the baby."

"Is that really fair, Luke? Asking for five minutes of your time makes me insecure?"

"When you accuse me of staying out instead of bleeding myself dry to secure our future, yes, it is."

"I am not accusing you, I just miss my husband, that's all."

"And I am killing myself to give you and our child a life you deserve, but if you would rather sit here and interrogate me like a criminal after a seventeen hour shift, then go ahead."

"You are right, honey, am sorry for ever doubting you for even a second, let me go rewarm the meal I cooked for you," I said, rushing to get up.

"No need, am full, I ordered takeout at the office hours ago."

"Okay sweetie, I will go prepare your bath right now so you can relax," I said, hurrying into the bathroom to run the hot water.

While Luke was in the shower, a notification rang out from the nightstand, where his phone was.

"Ding-dong..."