All Chapters of Cheating Ex-husbands: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test.Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning.Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."His friend Shawn Carson, sounded appalled. "And what about Lydia? That accident you orchestrated nearly destroyed her chance to ever have children. For years, she's endured those brutal procedures—the injections, the retrievals, the transfers—praying for a miracle just to give you a baby. And you're just going to let her keep suffering?"She's your childhood friend, for God's sake. You set her up. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?"I heard the faint click of a lighter, the slow draw of a breath. "She'll never know," Grayson said. "And I will take care of her for the rest of her life. As long as she doesn't get in the way of Kayla's happiness, she'll want for nothing."The recording icon on my phone g

"I've arranged a fireworks show just for you. The whole city will be able to see it, too."I wanted to refuse, but Grayson pulled me into his arms, forced a coat around my shoulders, and dragged me outside before I could even protest.Night had already fallen. He led me to a rooftop restaurant, and the moment I stepped up to the window, a cascade of fireworks burst across the sky.They were beautiful. And completely revolting.This wasn't some romantic gesture prepared for me. It was nothing more than another item checked off Kayla's wish list.I scanned the restaurant, and sure enough, there she was—not far away, smiling sweetly at me.She strolled over with practiced ease, her voice laced with fake warmth."Lydia, you came to watch the fireworks, too?"Disgust twisted in my chest. A wave of nausea surged up, and I couldn't stop myself from retching.Tears immediately welled in Kayla's eyes."Lydia, I know I was wrong before. I came to apologize." She lowered her gaze, then

Kayla's voice was sharp and urgent, as if she desperately needed Grayson to deny it.But he said nothing. Instead, a bitter smile tugged at his lips. "Kayla, focus on recovering. Lydia prepared a gift for me. From now on, I intend to spend my days with her."With that, he left the ward without looking back, his steps quick, almost impatient, as if he could not wait to get home.On the drive back, Grayson's mind replayed the image of me—my tear-streaked face—when he carried Kayla away. His chest ached with a dull, persistent pain. He pressed a hand hard against his heart, kneading it as though that could ease the unease gnawing inside him.Pulling out his phone, he opened our chat.[Lydia, I'm coming home. Do you want anything to eat?][Shall I take you to the movies tonight?][Or we could travel. Didn't you say you wanted to see Shaylem Lake?]He sent message after message, the screen filling with words. But none received a reply.Then he saw my last reminder—telling him to co

"These past few years, I often went to see Joyce. She… she's very obedient, so much like you when you were little."As Grayson spoke, my mind instinctively conjured an image of my daughter—her face, her eyes, the way she might look now.I could no longer wait. I had to fly back immediately to see the child who had been separated from me at birth.The moment I hung up, I rushed toward the airport.After landing, I switched back to my old SIM card. Dozens of messages from Grayson poured in—every one of them filled with remorse. I didn't bother to read them. Instead, I dialed my ex-husband."Peter, our daughter didn't die."Silence filled the other end. A long while passed before I finally heard a muffled "Mm."My heart lurched. I asked slowly, "You knew, didn't you?"Peter hung up.Staring at the blackened screen, I let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Of course, he knew. This plan had been orchestrated by him and Grayson together.Truly ruthless men.For the sake of the woman the

I lunged forward and yanked Kayla by the hair.For my daughter, I felt a surge of boundless courage I never knew I had. Dragging Kayla closer to me, I hissed each word through clenched teeth, "What did you do to Joyce?"Hatred burned in Kayla's eyes, yet she laughed. "What did I do? Can't you see? Her father abandoned her at this orphanage. He promised me she would be my blood bag. Whenever I needed it, she would supply me with endless blood. However I treated her—she deserved it all!"My chest tightened, fury flooding every vein. My grip on her hair grew harsher, until she finally cried out in pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks.Her gaze darted desperately toward Grayson."Grayson! Save me! This was your idea! You swore nothing would happen to me!"I snapped my head toward him. His face had gone ghostly pale."Lydia," he stammered, "let me explain. At the start, I didn't know your daughter was the one who could save Kayla. That's why I planned that car accident! I—"Expres