Lahat ng Kabanata ng My CEO husband cheated on me, and now I will take my revenge: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Everything was calm that night. The city seemed to breathe in silence as the lights softly illuminated the streets, and inside our home the atmosphere was warm—almost perfect. The evening was spectacular, and we celebrated our wedding anniversary as it deserved, with laughter, complicit glances, and promises whispered between glasses of wine. For a moment, I completely forgot the weight of the hospital, the long shifts, and the responsibilities resting on my shoulders.I got ready quickly to go to the hospital, mentally reviewing my schedule and the patients I needed to see that morning, when one of Matt’s words abruptly pulled me out of my thoughts.—My Moon, I want a baby, —he said suddenly.His voice was firm and serious, with no trace of a joke, so I slowly turned to look at him. His eyes were locked onto mine, bright and full of a determination that took my breath away.—Matt… are you serious? —I asked, completely stunned, trying to find any sign that he was playing with me.—Yes

I glanced to my side, and the bed was perfectly made. There was no trace of Matt having slept there with me. I immediately assumed he hadn’t come home the night before. With a heavy feeling in my body, I got up and checked the time on the wall clock—it was six thirty in the morning. I had to go to work; there was no time for regrets.The maids were already awake, cleaning every corner of the house with their usual efficiency. The sound of damp cloths and furniture brushing against the floor was the only thing breaking the silence. On my desk, they had piled up some old papers, yellowed by the passage of time.—Miss Sofía, these are Mr. Philip’s old documents, —one of the maids said respectfully—. He strictly requested that after his death, they be left to you.I brushed it off. Philip probably didn’t want Matt to handle those documents, fearing he would lose them or simply ignore them. It wasn’t the right moment to go through them. I got ready quickly, chose a sober suit, and prepared

Saved by Someone from Another Continent I didn’t even call Kevin. I walked straight to the cashier, paid my bill with automatic movements, and left the restaurant without looking back. I wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible. The loving couples, the soft laughter, the knowing glances, and the sickeningly sweet atmosphere began to make me feel nauseous. Every display of affection around me felt like a cruel reminder of what I didn’t have at that moment. If the night before, when I arrived at the Grand Hotel, the weather had been cool and pleasant, now it felt like walking through ice. The wind blew fiercely, cold and merciless, brushing against my legs without permission, slipping beneath my dress and making me shiver. I walked along the sidewalk in my thin heels, the sharp sound of each step fading into the nearly deserted street. I wasn’t expecting anything from anyone, but if I was honest with myself, I would have loved for an angel to appear out of nowhere and take

A New Addition The days passed with cruel speed, as if time itself were mocking me. Sometimes I felt like I had barely woken up when night had already fallen again. Everything depended on the day to know how Matt would treat me. There were mornings when he was the husband I had once fallen in love with—attentive, kind, with soft words and gestures that made me believe there was still something real between us. But on other days… on other days he reminded me, without saying it out loud, that our marriage had been a convenient contract, a cold alliance between two powerful families. The treatment had completely drained me. My body ached in ways I had never experienced before. I felt weak, dizzy, constantly nauseous, and exhausted beyond relief. The worst part was that Matt knew absolutely nothing about it. He was so busy with work and with Anais that finding a moment when he wasn’t “unavailable” was almost a miracle. Another thing Matt didn’t know—something that would completely turn

The First Step Toward Your RuinI took photographs of the scene as if it were a perfectly calculated crime. The shards of glass scattered across the floor, the wine glass shattered against the wall, my cheek slightly scraped, still red from the impact. I even attached the medical documents certifying that I was pregnant. Every image had a purpose. Every piece of evidence was another part of the puzzle I was about to complete.My plan was already in motion.I left the house early, silently, with firm but quiet steps. The morning air was cold, sharp, as if trying to warn me of something—but there was no turning back now. When I reached the parking lot, I found Leandro leaning against his car, speaking on the phone. When he saw me, he lifted his gaze and immediately understood. I gave a slight nod, signaling that we were heading to the hospital. He nodded back without asking questions and hung up.Now I had to face one of the hardest decisions of my life.I had to get rid of the baby gro