His Wife's Venomous Betrayal
nd overwhelming, surged through Ethan Miller. He was going to be a father. For years, this was all he had wanted
itectural drafts, trembling slightly. He found Sophia in the m
ick with emotion. "I saw. We're
able. There was no shared joy in her
her voice flat.
e silence stretch unti
sn't yours, Etha
felt a prickle of unease around, whose smile was always a little too slick. The joy in his
erfect life he thought he was building was
, tragedy compounded it. Days later, the call came. Sophia w
hilling reality. The miscarriage wasn't some random act of fate. It was the result of a
expected. He stood by the bar, a ghost at the feast, watching Sophia hold court. She
crophone in her hand. The music
r voice ringing through the silent ballroom.
said, her voice dripping with ma
owd. Ethan felt hundreds of pairs of
pure, unconditional love I found with another man. He couldn't stand the thought of me carrying
ruth, that Ethan couldn't even speak. He just stoo
ardened, the faux grief rep
hurt another child. He will neve
a trembling
sectomy. He will pay for
the floor drop out from under him. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. But S
felt like a tomb. He was a prisoner, stripped of his rights, his future, his very manhood, all because of his wife's in
rs, Sophia flaunted her new life. Expensive gifts arrived daily for Liam. A new sports car, desig
h-profile charity auction. In the center of the photo, Liam was on one knee, a massive diamond ring held
n. All of it was just a stepping stone f
one, his thumb hovering over a name he hadn't dialed in years. Dr. Amelia Hayes. His college sweethe
d the cal
just as he remembered
he word a ragged whi
till raw. He walked back into his house, his house, and found the doo
ack in his chair, his feet propped up on the polishe
so utterly disrespectful, th
. He gestured around the room, at the architectural m
d mocking. "But it's a little... stuffy. Sophia and I are thinkin
leaned forward, his ey
a conspiratorial whisper. "You won't be muc