A Life Stolen by a Mistress' LieChapter 1
When my husband transferred money to his first love for the hundredth time, I made a decision I never imagined I would—I ended the pregnancy of the child he had been so eager for.
It happened just half an hour earlier. Sanz Curtis had finally come home to celebrate my birthday, something he hadn't done in a long time. But right in the middle of it, his phone rang. It was his first love, Cassandra, and her coy voice filled the room as she said, "You promised to compensate me 15,000 dollars for spending that time with her. Now that you’re celebrating her birthday, you should double it!"
Without hesitation, Sanz transferred a million dollars from our savings – the money we had set aside to buy a house for our baby – straight to her. He didn’t even blink.
A few minutes later, Cassandra posted a screenshot of the transfer along with an ultrasound image of her pregnancy. The caption read: “After three years together, we've finally been blessed with the fruit of our love. Thanks to my dear husband for the wonderful gift for our baby~”
In less than three minutes, Sanz made an excuse and rushed out of the house, leaving me alone on my birthday. In the past, I might have panicked, begged him to stay, or even cried. But this time, something in me shifted. I didn’t care anymore.
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By the time Sanz came back, the movers had just finished taking the last of my things. Having just undergone the abortion, I couldn’t stand upright for long, so I sat on the sofa, quietly directing the workers as they carried my belongings.
Sanz frowned in confusion when he saw them. "What’s going on here?" he asked with his sharp voice.
I didn’t even look at him, my focus entirely on the movers as they took the last boxes downstairs.
After a moment, he seemed to realize what was happening. He grabbed a box from one of the movers, his face full of anger. "Are you crazy? Why are you packing up my stuff?"
It was almost laughable. The box he was so worried about didn’t even contain his things. On top of it was a high school graduation photo, it was mine. He had probably forgotten that we were high school classmates. His own graduation photo had been cut up and thrown out long ago when he left me for Cassandra back then.
I stayed silent, watching as the realization began to settle on his face. He quickly put the box down, trying to cover up his confusion.