Venomous Revenge

The pregnancy test showed two pink lines, and pure joy surged through me.

I, Ethan Miller, was finally going to be a father.

But then my wife, Sophia, dropped a bomb that shattered everything.

"The child isn't yours, Ethan. It's Liam's."

The world tilted.

My perfect life, a fragile lie built on Sophia' s deceit, crumbled.

Tragedy compounded days later: Sophia was in a car accident, a miscarriage.

Liam, her lover, was behind the wheel.

Then, at a company gala, Sophia, radiant and cruel, seized a microphone.

Her eyes, cold and furious, locked onto mine.

"My husband, Ethan Miller," she announced, her voice dripping with venom, "is a monster."

She publicly accused me of sabotaging her, of causing her miscarriage out of jealousy.

The accusation was so monstrous, so far from the truth, I could only stand paralyzed.