I Froze Myself Pregnant to Escape My Cheating Husband【My Cheating Husband-Series 1】-Chapter 1
CLAIRE'S POV
My husband's buddies decided to spice things up at the year-end party with some entertainment.
A young woman from a dance academy took the stage. She wore a tight camisole that showed off her bare back, and her sultry moves immediately grabbed everyone's attention.
Ethan Carter, my husband, glanced at her and then quickly turned to cover my eyes with his hand, a playful grin spreading across his face. "That's not for you, Claire. Don't look—it's way too raunchy."
Laughter erupted around us, and someone teased, “Man, Ethan, it's sweet how loyal you are to Claire, even after all these years!”
I smiled softly, my hand instinctively resting on my belly. They had no idea. I’d been waiting for the perfect moment to share some big news with Ethan during our upcoming anniversary celebration.
But then I stepped out to touch up my makeup. When I came back, I was astounded by what was in front of me.
Ethan, the same man who had just shielded my eyes, was slipping a business card—tucked with cash—into the strap of the dancer's lingerie.
I stood there, barely breathing, as I heard him lean close to her and whisper, “Claire’s amazing, don't get me wrong. She’s just… too pure. It gets boring, you know? This is just a thrill. Not my first time, anyway. But don’t say a word to Claire. If she ever found out, she’d leave me. And I can’t live without her.”
My legs felt rooted to the spot. Slowly, I turned away and deleted the pregnancy report from my phone.
Without hesitation, I made a call.
“Hello, I’d like to apply for the pregnant cryogenic experiment.”
There was a heavy pause before Dr. Alex Reed, the head professor of the cryogenic research team, finally spoke. "Mrs. Carter, you do realize this is uncharted territory? Are you sure you want to proceed as the first experimental case?"
“Yes,” I said firmly.
His tone softened, almost pleading. “This is about two lives. Please, take a moment to think this through.”
“There’s nothing to think about,” I replied.
I had made up my mind a long time ago.
On the day I married Ethan, I told him, 'If you ever cheat on me, I’ll leave. For good. Even if it kills me.'
Back then, Ethan had pulled me into his arms and promised, his voice steady and sure, “Claire, that’s never going to happen. Ever.”