Wife Cheats, Tricks Me into Raising Her Lover's Child
Angela · Completed · 4.7k Words
Introduction
To conceal the scandal of her infidelity, my CEO wife, worth millions, joined forces with her male best friend in a grand deception. They single-handedly destroyed my artistic career, transforming me into a free nanny raising their illegitimate child.
Upon learning the truth, I didn't lose my composure.
I calmly presented the divorce papers and the paternity test report proving no biological relation, then turned and walked away without looking back.
Later, that ever-lofty wife, the one who had once publicly doused me with ice water for her male best friend, was utterly consumed by regret and fury.
She kicked the scoundrel to the curb. In front of a crowd, she pressed a switchblade to her own throat, casting aside all dignity to kneel on the ground, crying and begging me to look at her just once more.
I didn't even blink. My voice was as cold as ice. "If you want to die, do it outside. Don't ruin my mood for coffee."
Chapter 1
Today is Lucas's seventh birthday. The untouched superhero cake on the kitchen island has already started to weep condensation in the sultry evening heat.
I kneel on the hardwood floor, trying to coax my son into opening his LEGO set. "Mommy will be home soon, buddy. I promise."
Lucas doesn't even glance at me. He hurls a plastic brick at the wall, his eyes red-rimmed. "You're lying! She said she'd be here today!" A sharp-edged brick ricochets off the wall, hitting my ankle with a painful sting.
"Mommy's friend just went through a bad breakup," I explain gently, picking up the pieces. "You know how loyal she is. She had to check on Uncle Leo."
Lucas rubs his eyes, his young voice filled with rage. "She's always with Leo! She never breaks her promises to Leo!"
My hand, reaching out mid-air, freezes.
By the time I finally get the exhausted, crying Lucas to sleep, the house is tomb-silent, save for the ticking of the hallway clock. At 10 PM, I finally call my wife.
The phone rings for a long time. Blaring club music and Chloe's drunken, impatient voice pierce through the receiver. "I'm busy, Vince. Comforting Leo. I'll be back later."
She hangs up before I can utter a sound. But in that split second, I hear it clearly—a man's flippant laugh, followed by the roar of a crowd chanting, "One more shot!"
Numbly, I open Instagram. The first post in my feed is from Leo, posted three minutes ago. Location: Starlight Bar, downtown.
In the dim, neon-lit photo, Leo wears a sparkling birthday crown, his hands folded over a cake. Chloe is pressed close beside him. Her eyes, usually cold and calculating in the boardroom, are now fixed on his face, brimming with a tenderness she never shows at home.
The caption reads: "The best girl in the world. Always drops everything to be there when I need her most."
So, this "friend going through a breakup" is actually just celebrating his birthday. Chloe rushed out this morning without even telling her own son "Happy Birthday."
I grab my car keys.
When I push open the door to the VIP lounge, the pungent smells of tequila and expensive cologne hit me. They haven't noticed me. Chloe is standing, her hand intimately guiding Leo's as he holds a cake knife, their bodies pressed together without a sliver of space.
"Kiss!" someone in the crowd shouts.
Leo's cheeks flush a delicate pink. He leans back into Chloe, slipping an arm around her slender waist. "Stop it, guys..." he says with mock reluctance. "Vince will get mad."
Chloe lets out a gentle, shy giggle—a sound I haven't heard at home in years. She reaches out and lightly boops his nose. "Don't tease him," she murmurs, her voice dripping with sweetness. "He's sensitive."
The gesture feels like a punch to my chest. Last month, when Lucas was burning up with fever, I spent hours alone in the ER.
Chloe said she was stuck in a board meeting. I later found out she was sitting on the hood of a car by the river with Leo because he was "feeling anxious."
When I confronted her, she just gave me a look of utter contempt. "He's my best friend, Vince. Stop being so insecure."
"Come on, just one kiss!" the crowd chants wildly. "You two are basically soulmates anyway, what's the big deal?"
Chloe mutters a half-hearted "stop," but she doesn't pull away. Amidst the deafening cheers, she leans down and plants a firm kiss on Leo's jaw.
All the strength drains from me. The cake box I'm holding slips from my fingers, hitting the dark tile floor with a dull thud. Frosting splatters everywhere.
As people finally notice me standing in the doorway, dead silence fills the room. Chloe's smile vanishes. The pure affection in her eyes hardens into irritation.
"What are you doing here?" Her tone holds no guilt, only annoyance at the interruption.
"Vince, man, chill!" one of her male colleagues stammers, raising his hands. "It's just a game. They're like family."
Leo stands up, looking like a startled fawn. "Vince, I'm sorry... It's all my fault. It's my birthday, she just wanted to cheer me up. Don't be mad at her."
I just stare at them, expressionless, my eyes dead.
Leo mistakes my silence for an attack and blurts out, "Chloe and I are really just friends! We're so close I even know what the birthmark on her lower back looks like. If we wanted to be together, we would have been years ago!"
A hollow, rigid smile stretches across my face. "So, 'best friends' these days also check out each other's lower back birthmarks?" I ask softly, my gaze locked on Chloe's eyes.
Chloe's face darkens. She steps forward, shielding Leo instinctively. "Don't listen to his nonsense, Vince, he's drunk." To defuse the tension, she pulls a velvet box from her designer bag and thrusts it at me. "Here. A gift for you. That watch you've always wanted."
My hands remain at my sides. I don't take it.
Instead, I give her a very simple reminder. "Chloe. Today is Lucas's birthday."
She freezes. A flicker of realization crosses her face, followed by defensive anger. She slams the box onto the nearest table. "I forgot, okay? Did you have to track me down here and make a scene over a kid's party?"
She grabs Leo's arm, turning to leave, clearly done with her "crazy husband."
"Chloe," I say to her retreating back, my voice calmer than ever. "I want a divorce."
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