My Crazy Ex-Wife Tried to Make Me Raise Her Affair Baby!

When people gossiped about her, she always said, Im running a legitimate business. I earn my money through hard work.

Whenever I argued with her, she would scream, I must have been blind to marry a useless loser like you!

But it was only because I loved her that I was willing to swallow my pride and play weak.

Then the rumors started. People whispered that I was a parasite, living off her money.

She chimed in, "Well, they arent wrong. I make way more than you do."

The truth was, my entire salary went toward our mortgage and bills, and I even bought her designer bags and clothes. As for her salary? I never saw a single dime of it.

She had no idea that six months ago, I was promoted. My new package was a quarter-million dollars a year.

I waited. I pamper-fed her through her pregnancy until the day she went into labor. That was the day I blocked her on everything and vanished...

"Ethan, man, you really need to keep a leash on your wife."

My best friend warned me again. I just smiled, nodded, and brushed it off.

My wife, Chloe, worked as a masseuse at a rather sketchy local spa. My friends had spotted customers getting way too touchy-feeling with her more than once.

"Babe, don't you trust me?"

Chloe would ask, wrapping her arms around my neck, her face covered in heavy makeup. Id just smile back.

"Of course I do. Youre just doing your job. Ive got your back."

Hearing this, Chloe would cuddle into my chest with a smug smile.

Despite my quiet support, the rumors about her being a "cheap spa girl" only got worse.

*I can't believe Ethan lets Chloe support him.*

*No wonder he doesn't mind her giving him a neon green hat.*

The gossip spread like wildfire. Eventually, everyone we knew began sneering at me, slowly freezing me out of our social circle.

"Babe, maybe it's time to look for a different job?" I suggested to Chloe one evening.

"We are doing just fine," she snapped, her face tightening. "People will talk no matter what. Besides, its a fact that I make way more than you."

The rumors were clearly getting to her head. She was starting to look down on me.

To her, I was just a low-level office drone making $3,000 a month, while she was bringing home nearly 0-00,000.

One afternoon, after running an errand near her spa, I decided to stop by and surprise her for lunch.

"Stop calling me! Im busy, damn it!"

I walked toward her breakroom and called her name. No answer. Just as I reached for the doorknob, her irritated voice cut through the door.

I waited outside for about twenty minutes. When Chloe finally stepped out, her hair was a mess, and her blouse was half-unbuttoned.

"Oh, so this is your loser husband?"

Before I could say a word, a bald man in a flashy suit walked out of the breakroom behind her.

Instead of defending me, Chloe put on a sweet, flirty smile. "See you next time, Marcus!"

My stomach churned. The appetite I had was completely gone.

That night, we had a massive blowout.

"I was blind to ever marry a broke loser like you!" Chloe screamed.

Just because I asked her to quit that sketchy place, she lost her mind. She claimed I couldn't afford the lifestyle she wanted.

What lifestyle? When had I ever said no to her demands?

She slammed the door and left. We didn't see each other for two weeks. The only text she sent me was: *Lets get a divorce.*

Immediately after, she blocked my number and my Snapchat. I went to her spa to find her, but she refused to see me.

I tried to save our marriage, but she was hell-bent on leaving. What else could I do? I agreed to the divorce.

But once I agreed, she suddenly went silent.

A month later, my phone rang. It was Chloe.

"Ethan... Im pregnant." Her voice sounded incredibly sweet, almost overflowing with joy.

"Really? Thats amazing, babe!"

I forced a cheerful tone, but my face was dead cold.

Chloe really took me for an idiot. She wanted a scapegoat to take the blame and raise another man's kid while she kept messing around.

"Babe, Im so sorry about our fights. Actually, I have some good news too. I just got promoted to director. My new package is $250,000 a year. You can quit your job and focus on the baby."

Hearing about the money, Chloe didn't hesitate. She quit her job the next day and stayed home.

During her pregnancy, I treated her like a queen. I hired a private chef and a maid to pamper her.

With five gourmet meals a day, her once-slender body quickly ballooned. She was completely intoxicated by this new luxurious life, eagerly waiting for the baby to arrive.

Finally, the day came.

"Where is the husband? Chloe Millers husband! The baby is too big, we need to do an emergency C-section!"

The doctor shouted anxiously in the hallway. I simply smiled, turned around, and walked out of the hospital.

"Ethan! Where the hell are you?! I almost died giving birth to your son, and you pull a disappearing act?!"

From the moment she popped the baby out, Chloe kept spamming my phone. I didn't pick up once.

A week later, I finally answered.

"My son?" I chuckled.

Seriously, how did she say that with a straight face?

"What do you mean by that?! You have thirty minutes to get your ass over here, Ethan!" Chloe screamed through the receiver.

I knew exactly why she was panicking. She didn't even have the money to pay her hospital bills.

"Sure. But while we're at it, let's run a DNA test to see whose kid that actually is."

The line went dead silent.

I knew she was guilty. A few minutes after I hung up, she called back, her voice completely changedsoft and whimpering.

"Babe... I know you still love me. Can we please just talk?"

She was playing nice now. But I wasn't an idiot. Raise another mans kid? No way.

"Sure," I said smoothly. But instead of going to the hospital, I drove straight back to my office.

On the way, I thought about how we met. An acquaintance had introduced us.

Back then, she was just a certified pediatric massage therapist. We dated for a year before getting married.

After the wedding, someone lured her into that shady spa. I didn't find out until my friend told me.

We had a huge fight about it. To convince me, she brainwashed me every day, even taking me to the spa to prove it was a "clean, professional business."

Just when I was about to believe her, I caught her in a lie.

From that day on, I stopped trusting her. I hid my real income and never told her about my promotion.

I gave her chances. I tried to pull her back. But she took my love as a license to play me for a fool.

"Ethan, you are not a real man!"

When I got home, Chloe was sitting in my living room, holding the baby.

"So raising another man's kid makes me a man?" I pulled off my tie and sat on the couch.

"Ethan, I know you still love me. Can we just start over? If you love me, you have to accept my son too."

So, she was finally admitting it wasn't mine.

Looking at her now, easily weighing 180 pounds, I found the whole thing hilarious.

"When I loved you, you treated me like trash. Now that I don't, it's over. I signed the divorce papers you wanted a month ago. Here."

I threw the papers on the coffee table.

"No! You cant do this to me!" she shrieked, losing her mind.

"Why not? Am I supposed to just keep wearing the green hat you gave me?"

If she wouldn't sign them quietly, Id let my lawyers handle it. Chloe knew she wouldn't get a single penny if we went to court. She might even have to pay me back for all the money she spent.

"Ethan, do you really have to be this cruel?" Chloe fell to her knees, grabbing my hand, tears streaming down her face.

Disgusted, I shook her off.

"If you don't want to see this baby, I can give him away! Just don't divorce me!" she cried, grabbing my leg.

She was crying so loudly that the baby woke up, screaming at the top of his lungs. Annoyed, Chloe didn't even look at the child. She just tossed him carelessly onto the couch.

"Get out," I said coldly.

"Ethan! Even if we divorce, Im entitled to half of everything! This house is half mine! Im not going anywhere!"

Chloe stood up, pointing a finger at my face and screaming.

In a normal marriage, yes, she might have a claim. But before we got married, she insisted on signing a prenuptial agreement because she was terrified shed have to help me pay off my mortgage.

"Then go ahead and sue me."

I grabbed her and the baby and pushed them both out of the door.

But Chloe didn't leave. She stood in the middle of our gated community, wailing at the top of her lungs about how heartless I was for kicking a woman and her newborn out just a week after she gave birth.

Soon, a group of nosy older neighborsclassic Karenscouldn't stand it anymore. They rallied behind Chloe and marched right up to my door.

"You are a heartless monster! Abandoning your wife and newborn baby? karma will get you!"

"She hasn't even recovered from giving birth yet, and you throw her on the street?!"

The moment I opened the door, the older women started barking at me.

"Young man, marriage is about compromise. Don't be so petty!" one of them lectured.

"Oh really? What did she tell you guys?" I asked, genuinely curious about how Chloe had manipulated them.

"You young people have such weird appetites. She literally just gave birth, of course she cant sleep with you yet!" another lady chimed in.

I almost burst out laughing.

"Ethan, can we please just wait until Im fully recovered?" Chloe whimpered, dropping hints to keep up the lie.

"Ma'am," I looked at the lead Karen. "If your daughter-in-law cheated on your son and tried to make him raise another man's baby, would you still tell him to compromise?"

The crowd went dead silent.

"What?" The ladies blinked, completely stunned.

Chloes face went pale. She hadn't expected me to air our dirty laundry in public.

"The baby isn't mine. And we are already getting a divorce," I stated clearly.

"No! I didn't sign those papers! You can't just kick me out!" Chloe screamed.

I had tried to give her a dignified exit, but she threw it away.

"The house is my pre-marital asset. And before we got married, you were the one who insisted on a prenup. Did you forget?"

The neighbors looked at each other, realizing they had been played. In America, nothing turns a crowd faster than finding out they supported a cheating gold-digger.

"Oh my god, how shameless..."

"Lets go. Why are we defending a liar? You reap what you sow."

The crowd dispersed in seconds. Chloe slumped to the ground, holding the baby and crying hysterically.

I closed the door and called security to have her removed for trespassing.

Since she couldn't show her face in our neighborhood anymore, she decided to bring the drama to my office.

With so many corporate employees around, gossip traveled faster than light.

*No way. Is Ethan really that kind of guy?*

*He probably got rich and wanted to dump his wife.*

By the time I arrived at work, the office was buzzing with rumors. I was used to it. After all, they used to whisper that I was a freeloader living off her.

"Ethan, you bastard! You want to ruin my life? Ill drag you down with me!" Chloe screamed in the lobby, drawing a massive crowd.

I couldn't just ignore this anymore. It was damaging my reputation and the company's image. I signaled my assistant to get the files ready.

Chloe thought I had no proof. She thought that if she made enough noise, Id get fired.

She miscalculated.

"Chloe, this is your last warning. Stop this, leave, and take this 0-05,000." I threw a check at her feet.

"You think 0-05,000 is going to make me go away?! No way! Youre scared now, aren't you, Ethan? Too late! Im taking you down to hell with me!"

Chloe threw the check back at my face, screaming like a lunatic.

I had given her a chance. The surrounding crowd pressed closer, eager for more drama.

Seeing my silence, Chloe grew bolder. She sat on the floor, ignoring the babys loud crying, and glared at me with pure venom.

Suddenly, the giant presentation screen in the lobby flickered to life.

A video started playing.

*Ooh, gentler, baby... youre hurting me.*

*You little slut. Aren't you afraid your loser husband will find out?*