
Introduction
Hurt, disappointed, and scared, Monica leaves and discovers Nicholas Sterling who is pressured to produce a child and have a wife just to keep his position as the current CEO of the company. Monica strikes a marriage deal with Nicholas. Nicholas claims Monica's baby as his while Monica gets to provide a good and comfortable life for her child.
Nicholas and Monica unexpectedly find solace and understanding in each other's company, gradually opening up to the possibility of love, warmth, and peace together but will this new feeling last between them especially after Ethan finds out she was pregnant with his child?
Chapter 1
Monica POV
I climbed up the stairs hurriedly that led to the room Ethan and I shared to tell him the good news. Over the past few months, I haven't been feeling well lately. I slept a lot, ate a lot, and vomited a lot but I never suspected that I was pregnant.
Coming from the hospital and finding out I was pregnant after two years of marriage was something that I wasn't expecting. The closer I got to the room, the louder I heard strange noises coming from the room.
My heart was hammering in my chest as I gathered up the courage to turn the doorknob. I finally turned the doorknob and my eyes instantly couldn't believe what I was seeing as I stood frozen.
A chill immediately ran down my spine seeing the event in front of me. "Ethan" my lips trembled as the word got out. My housekeeper just lay there on our matrimonial bed with a smirk plastered on her face. "What's going on here?" I asked as I staggered and took three steps forward into the room.
Ethan got off the bed and put on his boxers. He walked to the table, took a piece of paper with a pen, and placed it on the table by my side "Sign this" Ethan buttered coldly and he didn't even spare me a glance.
I walked slowly to the table and picked up the paper with my trembling hands. Pain, heart-wrenching pain was what my heart felt the moment I read what was written on the paper. "What's this?"
"Are you blind? Can't you read?" My eyes widened as I heard the tone in which Mia spoke to me.
Tears cling on my lashes as they crawled down my cheeks "You want a divorce?" I stammered, looking at Ethan as I grabbed onto the table by my side for support because I felt my legs beginning to shake.
"Sign it" Ethan's cold gaze pierced my heart even more. All I saw was hate and resentment. "I'm sorry about this Monica but I don't love you anymore. You bore me and I can't be with a woman who can't give me an heir. Mia here is already pregnant and I plan to marry her so please make this easy for yourself and sign the papers."
My knees finally failed me as I crashed on the floor speechless. This would have never happened if I had gotten pregnant on time. I looked at the man who was my first love. My husband and the one I cared about and all I could see in his eyes were hate and resentment.
I watched Ethan walk to the glass cup on the lamp table he took the glass cup filled with wine and took a long sip "I'm done with this marriage."
"Please no darling don't do this to me. Don't do this to us" I bellowed, my sobs getting louder as I crawled on the floor as I made my way to him. As soon as I got to where he was, I broke down in tears as I held his left leg tightly like a two-year-old child "Please don't do this Ethan. I love you so much and I know you know this. We can work things out, darling. I'll do anything you want but don't leave me, please. I can't live without you."
Ethan just looked at me coldly, shocked his left leg violently, and kicked me. I fell backward and my elbow landed hard on the floor, bruising it.
"This" Ethan shouted, gesturing to himself and me "This is over and that's final," He said furiously.
I jumped instantly and held his hand after realizing that he was leaving the room. "Darling please, don't do this. I love you" Tears clung to my cheeks as I held his big palm tightly and sobbed profusely.
"Let him go b***h" I heard mia voice behind me and before I knew it, she pushed me away from Ethan. I saw Mia walk up to Ethan and hold him gently on his wrist " Are you hurt, babe?"
My heart tugged in terror at what I was seeing. "Mia" I yelled as I raised my index finger and pointed it at her "How could you do this to me? I trusted you and shared my things with you even when I knew you were a maid. I took you in Mia. I cared for you because I thought you were my friend. How could you do such a heartless thing?" I didn't know I was yelling until I started feeling slight pain in my throat.
"Took me in? You never took me in dummy. Ethan brought me to this house and convinced you that I was good at my job. Ethan and I planned this strategically and it worked out well" Mia said with a snide smile on her face. "You see... my lovely Monica, I and Ethan have been having an affair for a year now. He would always complain about how you weren't giving him attention but always trying to try every way possible to get pregnant."
"Affair?" I looked at Ethan and Mia interchangeably "No that's not possible. You're lying" I screamed, refusing to believe what Mia was saying. "She's lying right?" I asked as I stared sadly at Ethan, hoping that all this was a s lie or a prank.
Ethan just smirked as he held Mia by her waist from behind and kissed her passionately in front of me.
Mia broke the kiss and smiled when she saw the tears rushing down my cheeks " I've never seen you cry before but seeing you cry now makes my heart beat in happiness. I think you look prettier when you cry" Mia's words brought out all the tears that were hidden in my eyes. I couldn't even control myself or try to play hard guy. I just couldn't believe this.
"But you said you loved me?" I said, staring at Ethan with my blurred vision.
"Yes I said that and I meant it but you suddenly became uninteresting. I lost my interest in you a long time ago and I got what I was looking for in my lovely ex standing right here " Ethan said with a smile as he placed a kiss on Mia forehead.
I felt my heart had been divided into two by a sharp sword. "She is your ex?" I asked as I felt weak my voice shaking.
"Yes, dummy. I'm his ex-girlfriend and soon-to-be wife. I'm pregnant with his child and there's nothing you can do about it. It was because of you that I and Ethan got separated. I don't know what he saw in you but I'm glad to have my man back to me" Mia said, flipping her hair backward as she went to sit on the bed.
"Is this true?" I asked in disbelief as I held eye contact with him, his once mesmerizing hazel eyes that I loved looking at.
"Of course it's true. I broke up with her because I thought I loved you and I wanted to marry you" Ethan uttered, agreeing to everything Mia just told me.
Loud sobs and hiccups left my mouth as I came to terms with everything I was hearing. This new piece of information did nothing but shatter my heart into unmendable pieces. My two years old marriage were a farce and the man I loved betrayed me by sleeping with my housekeeper, someone whom I called a friend.
Mia tilted my chin up to meet her gaze "Oh poor Monica. Look at how puffy your eyes are. Don't make this any harder for yourself. Just sign the damn divorce papers and leave" Mia uttered harshly.
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