Mr.CEO I’ll Never Forgive You Chapter 02
Instantly, a chill spread from my spine to the tips of my hair, freezing me until my eyes ached.
I desperately held back to keep myself from crying out loud.
“Never mind, my stomach suddenly hurts a lot. I’d better go home first.”
With that, ignoring Alexander’s reaction, I fled the company.
It had started raining outside at some point.
My foot slipped, and I fell heavily into a puddle, breaking down in tears.
The cold and pain in my body couldn’t compare to a fraction of the agony in my heart.
My phone vibrated; it was that woman.
She had posted a new video with the caption:
“My sugar daddy is so smart. He knew his wife was coming, so he had his assistant tip him off downstairs in advance.”
“But I’m not scared at all. Doing it right in front of her was so thrilling~”
Clicking on the video, I heard the woman’s coquettish voice:
“Your wife was just here, was it thrilling?”
“What are you messing around for?”
The man scolded in a hoarse voice, “We were almost caught just now.”
But listening closely, there was an unspeakable doting in his tone.
I bit my lip so hard that the taste of blood filled my mouth.
I returned home completely soaked and dialed the hospital’s number.
“Hello, is there any problem with the amniocentesis report I did at the hospital two weeks ago?”
The nurse on the other end sounded gentle:
“Oh, it’s Ms. Hayes. The baby is very healthy.
Didn’t you see the report?
The report has already been sent to your husband.”
The baby is very healthy.
Those few words were light, yet they pierced straight into my heart like a sharp blade.
Pain and nausea churned in my stomach.
I abruptly hung up the phone.
I ran into the bathroom and threw up until my head spun.
Five years of IVF, over five hundred injections.
All that pain.
All those hopes of yearning day and night for a child to arrive.
At this moment, they had all become a massive joke.
A severe chill crawled all over my body.
Hugging the toilet bowl, I cried and laughed like a madwoman.
After venting, I took a hot shower and lay in bed, scrolling through the woman’s account.
The woman used to be a high-end escort; her early posts were all provocative, sexy photos.
There were only two posts related to Alexander.
One was from a year ago.
She posted a picture of an employee ID from Alexander’s company, with the caption:
“I’ve finally gone legit!
From now on, I’ll be going to work with my sugar daddy!”
The name on the ID was Chloe Jenkins.
The other post was from six months ago.
It was our wedding anniversary, and Alexander lied to me, saying he had to work overtime.
Yet, in Chloe’s post, I saw that he had taken her to Disneyland that day.
Even the dinner he brought back that night was their leftovers.
The screen went dark, reflecting my tear-streaked face.
Alexander came back very late.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?
Does your stomach still hurt?”
The moment his hand touched my body, I dodged it.
He frowned, a hint of impatience showing.
“What are you throwing a tantrum for now? I’ve been exhausted all day and don’t have the energy to coax you. Whatever it is, we’ll talk tomorrow. I’m going to sleep.”
After he fell asleep, I picked up his phone from the nightstand.
Subconsciously, I entered my own birthday.
Incorrect password.
It felt like a harsh slap across my face.
Refusing to give up, I found Chloe’s birthday from her posts.
Entered it.
Unlocked successfully.
Scrolling up, it was full of obscene flirting.
Three days ago:
“Darling, can’t you come over today?
Why is your haggard housewife so annoying?”
“Be good, wait a few more days. She can’t be left alone right now.”
This morning:
“Darling, can you come keep me company today?
I’m wearing that nightgown you absolutely love~”
