Found Him Kissing His Secretary

I loved Edward. I loved him to the point of madness.

It didn't matter that he was a serial cheater. It didn't even matter that he slept with Chloe Vance, the notorious fake heiress.

I still couldn't let him go.

I pumped my body full of hormone shots and IVF drugs, desperate to keep him by giving him a baby.

Until today.

My doctor finally told me I was pregnant.

Clutching the ultrasound report, I rushed to his office without wasting a single second.

"Edward, Im preg" The words died in my throat.

Edward was on his desk, passionately kissing his new secretary.

He didn't even stop. He just spared me a cold, irritated glance.

"Get the hell out!"

At that moment, something inside me finally snapped.

I could tolerate a terrible husband. But did my child deserve such a pathetic father?

Thirty minutes later, the office door finally clicked open.

The new secretary walked out.

She smoothed down her rumpled skirt, glared at me with a smirk, and swayed her hips as she walked away.

I had witnessed this exact scene hundreds of times.

The old Sarah would have cried, her heart shattering into pieces. But now? I felt absolutely nothing. I was numb.

I pushed the door open.

Hearing my footsteps, Edward turned his head. The moment he saw me, his brows knitted into his signature scowl.

"What are you doing back here?"

"Didn't I tell you to stop showing up at my office for no reason?"

I hesitated. Slowly, I slid the ultrasound report deep into my purse.

"Edward, lets get a divorce."

The hand Edward used to hold his cigarette froze mid-air.

He let out a dry laugh and looked at me mockingly.

"What? You finally can't take it anymore?"

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who begged and used every trick in the book to marry me."

Just as the words left his mouth, his phone on the desk buzzed twice.

It was Chloe. Edward glanced at the screen. He didn't even bother to hide it from me.

He picked up, his voice immediately softening into an intimate drawl.

"Hey, baby. Miss me already?"

"Of course I love you. Youre my only girl."

"Youre back in the country? Great. I'll see you in a bit."

I could hear Chloes giggling voice leaking through the speaker.

A few minutes later, Edward hung up. His cold eyes landed back on me.

He tilted his chin toward the corner of his desk.

"The divorce papers are right there. I already signed them."

"If you want to sign, go ahead."

"Its not like this is the first time youve thrown a tantrum about divorcing me."

Edward stood up, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, and walked toward the door.

He paused at the threshold, throwing a parting shot over his shoulder.

"By the way, dont wait up for me tonight. Stop acting like the perfect, miserable wife at home. My mother sees you doing that and never stops nagging me."

With that, he walked out without a single backward glance.

Faced with such humiliation, I should have collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

But strangely, my eyes were bone-dry. I couldn't shed a single tear.

I walked over to his desk and pulled out the divorce papers.

I flipped to the last page. The bold signature 'Edward Sterling' looked like a mockery of my years of devotion.

"Ha."

I let out a self-deprecating laugh.

I didn't even bother reading the terms regarding asset division or alimony. None of it mattered anymore.

I grabbed a pen from the holder.

Stroke by stroke, I signed my name and took my copy of the papers.

It was only when I walked out of the towering corporate building that I pulled the ultrasound out of my pocket.

On the black-and-white print, there was only a tiny, blurry sac.

I decided to abort it.

I didn't want to save my marriage anymore. And I certainly didn't want his child.

My baby deserved a better father.

When I returned to the estate, Edward's mother, Eleanor, was waiting for me.

The moment she saw me, she hurried over. "Sarah, you're back!"

"How was the hospital? Did you get the results?"

"I noticed youve had a poor appetite lately, and you looked bloated. Is it... are you pregnant?"

I lowered my eyes, keeping my voice calm as I lied. "No, Eleanor."

"The doctor said its just some minor indigestion and stomach flu. Im not pregnant."

Eleanor had always been good to me.

Since I had already decided to divorce her son, there was no need to give her false hope.

Disappointment flashed across her face, but her tone remained incredibly gentle.

"Oh... I see. That's alright. Your health comes first."

"Ill have Maria make you some soothing herbal tea later."

"Thank you."

Eleanor opened her mouth to say more, but the front door swung open.

Was it Edward? Didn't he say he wasn't coming home tonight?

A woman in high heels stepped in right behind him, her bright, arrogant face coming into view.

It was Chloe.

"Eleanor, Sarah," Chloe chirped.

"Edward brought me over for dinner. You don't mind, do you?"

The smile on Eleanors face froze instantly. She glared at her son.

She could turn a blind eye to his affairs outside, but bringing his mistress into our family home was a direct slap to my face.

"Edward, how dare you"

I quickly stepped forward, gently rubbing Eleanor's back to calm her.

"Eleanor, please. Your doctor said you must avoid getting stressed. Its just dinner."

Then, I turned around to face Edward and Chloe.

I forced a polite smile. "Of course we don't mind."

"Mary, please set two more plates."

"Dinner is ready anyway. You two can wash up and join us."

Perhaps my reaction was too calm.

Edward raised an eyebrow in surprise, trying to figure out what game I was playing.

At the dining table, Chloe was beaming. She kept using her fork to feed Edward his favorite dishes, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.

"Edward, try this. You've been working so hard lately. You need to eat more."

Edward didn't reject her.

Instead, he smirked, picked up a piece of steak, and fed it to her himself.

"You too, baby."

Chloe giggled, accepting the bite.

She cast a smug, provocative glance in my direction.

Eleanor's face was pale with rage. Unable to take it anymore, she slammed her fork down on the table with a sharp clatter.

"Im full," she snapped, before storming upstairs.

I didn't look up. I just kept eating my food slowly.

My doctor had warned me that my body was severely weakened from all the hormone shots. If I didn't eat well, I might not even survive the abortion surgery next week.

Edward seemed bored by my lifeless reaction.

Seeing his mother leave, he wrapped his arm around Chloe's waist and looked at me coldly.

"Oh, by the way, don't sleep in the master bedroom tonight."

"Chloe and I are using it."

"Go sleep in the guest room on the third floor."

Chloe gasped softly, playfully hitting his chest.

Her cheeks flushed pink as she whined, "Oh, Edward... don't say such things out loud. It's embarrassing..."

I finally looked up. "Sure."

I stood up. "I'm done eating."

The master bedroom or the guest roomit made no difference to me. I just needed sleep. As a pregnant woman, getting rest was my priority.

But my compliance seemed to ignite a sudden, inexplicable fury in Edward. He shoved Chloe aside.

In three strides, he blocked my path.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, his voice rising in anger. "Stop right there!"

"Sarah, who the hell are you rolling your eyes at?"

I stared at him, utterly bewildered.

What was he so angry about?

In the past, I acted like a hysteric madwoman. I did everything to track his affairs, checking his phone for texts and trying to block every woman who got near him.

Back then, he detested me. He called me crazy and pathetic.

Now that I was being quiet, why was he still mad?

I felt exhausted. Taking a deep breath, I wrenched my wrist from his grip.

"I'm not rolling my eyes. I'm just tired and want to rest."

I took two steps, then paused and turned around.

"By the way, Edward. I signed the divorce papers. Your copy is back on your desk."

"If you have time tomorrow, we can go to the family court and file them."

Edwards angry expression froze for a second.

Then, he sneered.

"Ha. Stop playing the bigger person. You're just throwing another tantrum."

"But let me warn you. This divorce game? Don't take it too far."

"Once you calm down and regret it, begging me to withdraw the petition won't be so easy."

"My patience is running thin."

He looked at me, waiting for me to break.

I remembered when we first got married, I used to threaten him with divorce all the time. But every time he dragged me to the courthouse, I was the one who ended up crying and begging to go home.

I was so stupid back then. Edward never loved me.

To him, divorcing me was a blessing.

"Understood," I murmured quietly, and headed up to the third-floor guest room.

The master bedroom was on the second floor, and the guest rooms were on the third. We should have had peace.

But I didn't know what kind of madness possessed Edward that night.

Instead of staying in the master bedroom, he dragged Chloe into the guest room right next to mine.

Their giggles, dirty talk, and even louder, explicit sounds pierced through the thin walls throughout the night.

Being pregnant, I was already a light sleeper. I couldn't sleep a wink.

But surprisingly, hearing those sounds didn't hurt my heart anymore.

I was just annoyed by the noise.

That was the moment I realized: I had completely stopped loving Edward.

The next morning at breakfast, Edward looked at the dark circles under my eyes.

He smiled triumphantly.

"So? Did a sleepless night finally wake you up?"

"Are we still going to the family court?"

I looked up from my phone and nodded.

"Yes. We are."

"The driver is waiting outside. I scheduled our appointment for 9:00 AM."

"Once you finish breakfast, we can leave."

"It won't take more than twenty minutes."

"I haven't told Eleanor yet. Her heart is weak, and I don't want to shock her. You should find a better time to tell her later."

Edward let out a dry, bitter laugh.

"You're quick to draw the line between us now. How ungrateful."

"Sarah, if my mother hadn't used her failing health to blackmail me into this marriage..."

"I wouldn't have looked at you twice, let alone married you."

My knuckles turned white, but I didn't want to argue. I just kept my head down in silence.

My silence made him feel like he was punching jello. It only fueled his anger.

He pushed his plate away and stood up abruptly.

"Fine! Since you're in such a rush to get divorced, let's go!"

The car ride was suffocatingly quiet.

Suddenly, Edward turned to me, a mocking smirk on his lips.

"Too bad Chloe is still asleep and couldn't join us."

"Otherwise, the moment we file these papers, I would have proposed to her right there."

"Shes been with me for years. Its time I gave her my last name."

I knew he was trying to get a reaction out of me, so I ignored his bait.

Instead, I looked at him and asked a question that had haunted me for years.

"Since were divorcing anyway, tell me the truth."

"Edward, why did you hate me so much all these years?"

The air in the car turned icy.

Edwards throat bobbed as if he were swallowing down a wave of fury.

Finally, he glared at me with pure venom. "Because you deserved it!"

"Honestly, when I first met you, I liked you."

"But then you just had to have me. You made my mother use her illness to force me into this marriage!"

"I am sick of it! Im sick of being controlled! I wanted my freedom!"

"I told you I didn't love you, but you insisted on marrying me anyway."

"So don't blame me for treating you like trash. You brought this on yourself!"

Edward screamed his lungs out.

He threw himself back against the leather seat, panting heavily.

I listened quietly. I wasn't even shocked. I just found it incredibly pathetic.

Looking at his enraged face, I offered a sincere apology.

"Im sorry for wasting your years."

"But were divorced now. I won't bother you ever again."

Edward didn't reply, but his scowl deepened.

Even after we signed the papers and returned to the mansion, Edward remained dead silent.

I didn't want to annoy him, so I stayed in my room.

At dinner, it was the same four people: me, Eleanor, Edward, and Chloe.

Only this time, Edward and Chloe weren't acting lovey-dovey.

Under the dining room chandelier, a flash of green caught my eye. The bracelet on Chloe's wrist looked horribly familiar.

That was... my mother's antique emerald bracelet!

My heart stopped. I stood up abruptly, lunging forward to grab Chloe's wrist.

"Give it back!"

"Thats my mothers bracelet! Who gave you permission to go through my jewelry box in the master bedroom?"

Chloe shrieked in pain as I gripped her wrist.

But a split second later, a smug, victorious look flashed in her eyes.

She sobbed hysterically.

"What do you mean, your bracelet? Sarah, what are you talking about?"

"I bought this myself a few days ago!"

"Edward, shes hurting me! Make her stop!"

Edward slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

Hearing Chloes cries, he forcefully slapped my hand away.

"Sarah! Have you lost your mind? Let her go!"

"I knew you wouldn't let things go quietly!"

"Its just a stupid bracelet! If Chloe says she bought it, she bought it! Stop making a scene!"

I glared at Edward, my voice cracking with desperation.

"Making a scene? Edward, open your damn eyes and look at it!"

"I wore this exact bracelet on our wedding day!"

Edward glanced at the emerald piece. It did look familiar. It probably was mine.

Just as he was about to tell Chloe to give it back to avoid a hassle, Eleanor slammed her hand on the table. She stood up and pointed a trembling finger at Chloe.

"You thief! Ive seen that bracelet before. It belongs to Sarah. Give it back to her right now!"

"Edward, I swear, if you defend this trash one more time, you are no longer my son!"

Edwards rebellious streak flared instantly. He pulled Chloe behind his back protectively.

"I said its Chloes, so its hers."

"Its just a piece of jewelry. Ill buy Sarah a better one at the auction tomorrow."

"Stop bullying Chloe!"

Bullshit! That was the last piece of my mother I had left.

Even if he bought me ten thousand of them, none of them would be from my mother.

Losing all control, I lunged at Chloe again, desperate to claw my mother's heirloom back.

Edward shielded her, and even Eleanor joined the scuffle, trying to pull Chloe away.

In the chaos, to keep me away from Chloe, Edward swung his arm back and shoved me hard

A massive force hit my shoulder.

I didn't expect him to push me so violently.

My heel caught on the rug. I lost my balance and fell backward.

CRASH!

My lower back slammed violently against the sharp, wooden edge of the heavy dining table.

An agonizing pain exploded from my spine, paralyzing my muscles and stealing the air right out of my lungs.

Taking advantage of my fall, Edward grabbed Chloes hand and headed for the door.

"Stop, Edward, you coward!"

"Get back here! Stop them!" Eleanor screamed, calling for the security guards.

But Edward ignored her and dragged Chloe out of the house.

Eleanor turned around, intending to comfort me, but her voice died in her throat.

There was a body lying by the table.

I was pooling in a dark, terrifying crimson stain, my face as white as paper.

"Sarah! Oh my god, Sarah!" Eleanor screamed before blacking out.

I was rushed to the ER. The red surgery light stayed on for a grueling twenty-four hours.

Meanwhile, Edward knew he had gone too far.

The next day, he brought Chloe to an upscale auction, intending to buy an expensive piece of jewelry to replace my bracelet.

As they sat in the private VIP room, watching the server present the diamonds, the door was violently kicked open.

It was Eleanor.

Abandoning all her aristocratic elegance, she pushed past the bodyguards and stormed into the room.

She was holding a small, white clinical memorial box.

SLAP!

Eleanor raised her hand and delivered a savage blow to Edward's face.

"Open it!" she hissed.

Edward clutched his burning cheek. Seeing his mothers devastated face, a sudden wave of dread washed over him.

As he hesitated, Eleanor screamed again.

"I said, open it!"

Edwards hands trembled as he slowly lifted the lid.

The moment he saw what was inside, his pupils dilated in absolute horror. He let out a strangled shriek.

"No"

The tears Eleanor had been holding back finally streamed down her face.

"Look closely, Edward. That is your four-month-old daughter."

"And you killed her."