I Sponsored Her, My Husband Got Her Pregnant

When I came home early from my business trip and pushed open the door, soft romantic music was playing in the living room.

On the French dining table sat a candlelit dinner, using all the premium Wagyu beef and white truffles I'd had shipped from abroad.

My husband Ethan, who normally wouldn't even pick up a fallen spilled milk, was down on one knee.

He held the hand of a young girl affectionately, raising a diamond ring.

"Claire, this ring represents my lifelong commitment to you. You're carrying my child. I will never let you suffer any injustice."

The girl shyly covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. "Ethan, but what about Vivian... She's been so good to me. She not only funded my college education but also gave me living expenses. How can I steal her husband?"

"What's she worth?" Ethan snorted disdainfully. "Vivian just has some dirty money her parents left her! She plays the career woman at the company all day, but can't even have a child! Not like youso gentle and caring, and you got pregnant with my child so quickly."

As Ethan spoke, he slipped the diamond ring onto the girl's finger.

"Once the baby's born, I'll tell her it's a child I adopted from an orphanage. I'll handle all the adoption paperwork and write it into her huge trust fund. She has no parents, so she'll be lucky to get a free son to inherit her fortune. She should be grateful to me!"

I stood in the shadows of the entryway, watching this absurd and disgusting scene, trembling with rage.

That girl wearing my limited edition designer dress and my late mother's diamond ring was none other than Claire Sullivan, the struggling college student I'd sponsored for four whole years.

Two years ago, she wore a faded school uniform and knelt before me crying, calling me her benefactor, saying she would definitely repay me.

This was her repayment?

Sleeping with my husband, living in my mansion, and planning to have her illegitimate child seize my assets?

"Clap, clap, clap"

I laughed coldly and applauded, stepping out from the shadows.

"What a touching love story."

Hearing my voice, Ethan jumped in fright, springing up from the floor.

Claire's face turned deathly pale, and she hid behind Ethan like a frightened rabbit.

"Vivian, how did you get back early?"

Ethan stammered as he looked at me, a flash of panic in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to appear calm.

I walked toward them step by step in my heels.

My gaze fell on that blinding diamond ring.

"Ethan, you took my mother's heirloom to propose to a mistress. Who gave you the audacity?"

I asked through clenched teeth, word by word.

Ethan's face stiffened, and he instinctively moved Claire behind him.

"Vivian, don't make it sound so terrible! What mistress? Claire is a pure, good girl!"

He puffed out his chest self-righteously. "Besides, your parents are dead. The ring was just sitting there. Claire is pregnant with my son now. When the baby's born, he'll be the heir to the Carter family. What's wrong with her wearing a ring?"

I was so angry at his shameless words that I laughed.

"Your son? The Carter family heir?"

I looked at him coldly. "Ethan, have you forgotten that you eat my food, wear my clothes, live in my house? Even that cushy position in the company's logistics department was given to you out of pity by my parents! You're a kept man living off me, and you're talking to me about the Carter family?"

Ethan hated it most when people called him a kept man. Instantly struck at his sore spot, his face flushed red.

"Vivian! Don't lord money over me! We're marriedyour money is my money! This house has my name on the deed too!"

He pointed at Claire's belly and shouted arrogantly, "I'm telling you, the baby in Claire's belly must be born! You can't have children, so Claire will have them for you! From now on, this child will call you Mom, and you'll pay to raise it. That's settled!"

Claire also poked her head out, looking at me timidly.

"Vivian, Ethan's right. I don't need any status. I just want to stay by Ethan's side. You're so kindyou'll definitely accept this child, right?"

Looking at her hypocritical face, I could no longer control the fury in my heart.

I grabbed the bottle of Romane-Conti worth over a hundred thousand dollars from the table and threw it at them!

"Ah"

Claire screamed as the red wine splashed all over her, instantly ruining that expensive designer dress.

Ethan was also drenched from head to face, looking utterly disheveled.

"Go to hell!"

I pointed at the door and shouted angrily, "Take off that ring and get out of my house with this slut!"

"Vivian! Are you crazy!"

Ethan wiped the wine from his face and roared at me furiously.

He pulled Claire into his arms protectively, and seeing her ruined dress, his eyes turned red.

"Don't you know Claire is pregnant? If something happens to my son, I'll never forgive you!"

Claire leaned into Ethan's embrace on cue, crying pitifully.

"Ethan, my stomach hurts... Is Vivian trying to kill our baby?"

Hearing this, Ethan became even more furious.

He strode up to me and raised his hand to hit me.

"Vivian, you vicious shrew! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

I looked at him coldly without even flinching.

"Go ahead and hit me. If you dare lay a finger on me today, I guarantee you'll leave with nothing and spend the rest of your life in prison!"

Ethan's hand froze in midair.

He looked at my ice-cold eyes and felt inexplicably intimidated.

He knew my methods too well. Usually I just didn't bother with him, but if I got serious, he was no match for me at all.

He gritted his teeth and lowered his hand.

"Vivian, don't threaten me with divorce! Half of this house is mine, and half of the company shares are mine too! If we really divorce, I'll take half of your assets!"

He sneered and pulled Claire's hand.

"Claire, let's go! Don't pay attention to this crazy woman! Tomorrow I'll use my card to buy you a big mansion, and we'll move out!"

At the door, he didn't forget to turn back and glare at me viciously.

"Vivian, you just wait! When you're old with no one to care for you, you'll come begging me!"

The door slammed shut heavily.

I stood in the wrecked living room, took a deep breath, and suppressed the rage in my heart.

I took out my phone and called my private banking manager.

"Immediately freeze all supplementary cards under Ethan's name and freeze all our joint accounts. From now on, without my permission, he can't touch a penny!"

After hanging up, I called the company's CFO.

"Seal all of Ethan's accounts from the logistics department for the past three years. First thing tomorrow morning, I want a third-party audit team to conduct a comprehensive investigation!"

After doing all this, I sneered.

Ethan, did you really think my money was so easy to take?

Since you won't accept the easy way, don't blame me for being ruthless!

The next morning, while I was in a company meeting, my phone started vibrating like crazy.

It was Ethan calling.

I pressed the answer button, and his furious roar immediately came through.

"Vivian! You bitch! Why did you freeze my cards!"

In the background, I could also hear a saleswoman's polite but awkward urging: "Mr. Carter, can you still make the payment? If not, we need to show this mansion to other clients..."

I leaned back in my executive chair, casually twirling the pen in my hand.

"What's wrong? Can't pay for the big mansion?"

I sneered. "Ethan, have you forgotten that all those cards under your name are linked to my accounts? When I'm happy to let you spend, you're still my husband. When I'm not happy to let you spend, you're nothing!"

"You!" Ethan's voice trembled with rage. "Vivian, don't go too far! Are you really going to be so ruthless!"

"You're the one who went too far."

My eyes turned cold. "Ethan, I'm giving you until the end of today to return that diamond ring to me. Otherwise, I'll report you to the police for theft!"

With that, I hung up directly and blocked his number.

That afternoon, when I got home, I saw a beat-up pickup truck parked outside my mansion.

The door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a rough face wearing a cheap leopard-print top, and a punk-looking guy in baggy pants got out. The woman was Claire's mother, Linda Sullivan, and the punk was her brother, Jake Sullivan.

They carried large bags and stood at my door looking around.

"Oh my, this is the mansion my son-in-law lives in! So grand!"

Linda shouted at the top of her voice, excitedly slapping her thigh.

Jake's eyes were gleaming too. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he said sleazily, "Linda, my sister finally hooked a rich guy! Now we can live the high life too!"

I frowned and walked forward.

"Who are you? What are you doing at my door?"

Linda looked me up and down and rolled her eyes.

"Who are you? This is my son-in-law Ethan's house! My daughter Claire is carrying their family heir. My son-in-law specially invited us over to enjoy the good life!"

So these were Claire's trashy relatives.

I sneered. "Ethan's house? I'm afraid you've got it wrong. This house is mine. That kept man Ethan was kicked out by me long ago!"

"Bullshit!"

Jake spat his cigarette on the ground and pointed at my nose, cursing, "My brother-in-law said half of this house is his! Who the hell are you to kick him out?"

Just then, Ethan came over supporting Claire.

Seeing me, Ethan's expression was somewhat unnatural, but he quickly straightened his back.

"Vivian, so what if you froze my cards? Half of this house is mine, and I have the right to bring Claire and her family to live here!"

He pointed at me and said to Linda, "Linda, this is my useless wife who can't have children. Don't pay attention to herjust move your stuff in!"

Upon hearing this, Linda immediately put her hands on her hips and spat at me.

"Ptui! So you're the barren woman! No wonder my son-in-law had to find my daughter! Let me tell you, my daughter is carrying the heir to the Carter family. This house will be my daughter's in the future!"

With that, she directed Jake to charge inside.

I blocked the door directly, looking at them coldly.

"Anyone who dares step through this door today, I'll break their legs!"

My aura was too strong. Linda and Jake were startled and instinctively stopped.

Ethan felt he'd lost face in front of his mother-in-law. Embarrassed and angry, he rushed forward and shoved me aside.

"Vivian, get out of my way! This house is mine, and I'll let whoever I want live here!"

His strength was considerable. I stumbled from the push, my back hitting the door frame hard. I gasped from the pain.

Claire took the opportunity to pull Linda and Jake inside, swaggering into my home.

"Wow! This couch is so soft! This TV is huge!"

Jake walked all over my expensive carpet with his dirty shoes, then plopped down on my million-dollar leather sofa.

Linda was like a country bumpkin who'd entered a palace, touching this and looking at that. Finally, her gaze locked on the master bedroom where my parents had lived.

"Oh my, this room is the biggest and most magnificent, and the orientation is great too! Claire, let me have this room so I can take good care of you!"

As she spoke, she carried her smelly bag toward the master bedroom.

"Stop!"

I shouted and rushed over to block the master bedroom door.

"That's my parents' room. No one is allowed in!"

Since my parents died in a car accident, I'd kept that room exactly as it was, cleaning it personally every day. I absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to defile it.

Linda rolled her eyes at me and said sarcastically, "Dead people's room sitting empty is such a waste! Perfect for me to live in!"

"I'll say it one more timeget out!"

I pointed at the door, my voice cold as ice.

Ethan walked over and impatiently pulled at me.

"Vivian, stop making a scene, okay? What's so precious about a dead person's room? Linda came all this way to take care of Claire. What's wrong with her staying in a nicer room? Don't be so petty!"

I forcefully shook off his hand and slapped him hard across the face!

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the living room.

Ethan was stunned, covering his face in disbelief as he looked at me.

"You dare hit me?"

"I hit you, you ungrateful bastard!"

I pointed at his nose and cursed, "You eat my food and use my things, and now you bring these leeches to defile my parents' room! Ethan, you're worse than a dog!"