My Fiancee Had My Foster Brother's Baby

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On my wedding night, the giant screen in the ballroom suddenly started playing a video of me holding a woman and kissing her passionately.

I stood there, completely defenseless, as my father-in-law, Mr. Miller, grabbed me by the collar and dragged me out of the venue, demanding an explanation.

By the time I managed to prove that the video was a deepfake generated by AI, my bride, Chloe, had already slept with my foster brother, Tyler.

My mother merely sighed, her face completely expressionless.

"What's done is done. You just have to accept it and never bring it up again."

Since that night, a thick wall of disgust had built up between Chloe and me.

Every time she tried to touch me, I found an excuse to push her away.

She cried and acted miserable for a long time.

Eventually, unable to bear her tears, I started preparing myself to accept her again.

But then, I accidentally overheard a conversation between her and her friends in a private lounge:

"Chloe, you are literally a mastermind when it comes to relationships!"

"You wanted to make up for lost time with Tyler when he got back to the country, so you used AI to make that fake cheating video of Ethan. You did it just so your dad would drag him out, giving you the perfect chance to sleep with Tyler!"

"That was legendary!"

"Your whole family and even his own mother knew about it. Only that idiot Ethan was kept in the dark."

Chloe placed her hand over her stomach. "And now, I'm pregnant with Tyler's baby. I don't even know how to tell Ethan."

Maybe it was because she hadn't been sleeping well, but there were dark circles under her eyes. This sudden pregnancy was clearly something she hadn't anticipated either.

Her best friend, Sarah, walked over and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Chloe, you only have two choices now."

"First, break up with Ethan. Second, get an abortion and cut ties with Tyler forever."

These two options seemed to put Chloe in a tough spot. She was usually decisive, never one to hesitate like this.

She cupped her stomach for a long time, unable to let go.

"No, I won't get an abortion."

"This baby is the symbol of what Tyler and I lost. Since I can't be his wife, I'll give birth to his child as a keepsake."

Standing outside the door, the blood in my veins turned to ice.

So, the cheating video that ruined my reputation was Chloe's doing all along. Her entire goal was to get rid of me so she could satisfy her lust with Tyler.

Was their "regret" really just about sleeping together? I let out a bitter, silent laugh.

What shocked me even more was that my parents-in-law and my own mother knew everything. They had teamed up to deceive me.

I remembered when the video played on the screen. My mother-in-law had slapped me across the face, and my father-in-law had dragged me out by my hair.

My mother had apologized to everyone in shame, calling me a worthless beast.

And Chloe had wept, claiming I had broken her heart, promising she would make me pay.

My fingernails dug deep into my palms until they bled. My chest felt suffocated, filled with an agonizing, choking pain.

I leaned my back heavily against the wall, standing there like a hollow shell.

Inside, Chloe had made her decision.

"I won't break up with Ethan. I know how to separate love from marriage."

"Ethan loves me. He caters to my every whim, and he's a stable provider. He's the perfect husband material."

"Oh, come on. Doesn't Tyler have money too?" Sarah teased.

Chloe took a sip of her juice.

"Tyler is too dominantthe classic arrogant alpha male type. He's great as a lover, but not for marriage."

Instantly, the room erupted into laughter.

"So you're saying Ethan is just your golden retriever backup husband?"

"How can you bully him like that?"

"Haha, totally!"

Sarah suddenly stopped laughing, her tone turning dead serious.

"But wait, let me ask you something."

Everyone's curiosity was piqued by Sarah's sudden change in tone.

"You and Tyler couldn't have gotten pregnant from just that one night, right?"

"You guys must have hooked up multiple times!"

Chloe's face flushed bright red, looking like an innocent, naive girl.

Seeing her reaction, everyone sat up straight, eager for the gossip.

"Of course it wasn't just once," Chloe mumbled.

"Every time Ethan is out of the house, we hook up... you know how it is..."

"You guys are insane!"

"I seriously want to ask Tyler what kind of vitamins he's taking to have that much energy!"

"No wonder Chloe looks so glowing lately. Ethan is the ultimate fool, raising another man's kid without even knowing it."

Chloe's friends filled the room with mockery and disdain directed entirely at me. Not a single one of them found Chloe and Tyler's behavior disgusting.

Birds of a feather really do flock together.

Even though she hadn't explicitly detailed her encounters with Tyler to me, I already knew.

They had left their traces of lust all over our house.

On the surface, Chloe would act guilty and apologetic in front of others. But behind closed doors, she would let Tyler drain all her energy and then fall fast asleep, showing absolutely no genuine remorse.

Waves of dull pain washed over my chest, nearly breaking me.

Finally, I took heavy steps away from the door, choosing not to confront her right then and there.

When I walked out of the bar, the night wind was freezing.

Just then, my phone rang. It was my business partner.

"Ethan, does Chloe understand you like I do? Is she prettier than me?"

"Does she have my wealth? You are so heartless. GC Group just made the Fortune 500 list, yet you abandoned us to go back and marry her."

Victoria sounded drunk. She was usually quiet, cold, and professional.

If she weren't deeply hurt, she would never have let her guard down like this.

"Victoria, wait for me," I said softly.

"I will cut ties with Chloe as soon as possible. Once I settle things here, I'm coming back to you."

The drunk woman on the other end instantly seemed to sober up.

After hanging up, I walked along the sidewalk.

A fiery red Ferrari sped past me.

It was Tyler's car. He was probably on his way to see Chloe.

I didn't care anymore. Nothing they did could trigger any emotion in me now.

When I got home, my mother was waiting for me in the living room.

"Ethan, where have you been so late?"

I stared coldly at my seemingly warm and loving mother. Remembering what Chloe had said in the lounge, the last shred of familial affection I had for her turned to ash.

I was her biological son, yet she always favored Tyler.

During our poorest year, I wore patched-up hand-me-downs while Tyler got brand-new clothes.

He got a fancy cake for his birthday; I only got two boiled eggs.

And now that we were adults, she was still helping Tyler, conspiring with outsiders to deceive me.

Knowing all this, I had no intention of being polite.

"Drink this," she said, pointing to a pot on the counter.

"I thought Chloe was home, so I made some chicken soup. Since she's not here, you drink it."

I grabbed the pot and smashed it onto the floor. It shattered into pieces.

My mother looked at me in shock, startled by my sudden rage.

"What is wrong with you? Are you still upset about what happened at the wedding...?"

"You already know she's pregnant with Tyler's baby, don't you? That's why you brought over this soupto nourish her."

I cut her off.

Panic flashed across her face, followed by disbelief.

"How... how do you know?"

I didn't answer. I stepped closer, my anger radiating.

"I've always wondered why you were so biased. I am your flesh and blood, yet you love a foster son who shares no blood with you. Now I know."

"Tyler is the son of your first love. You projected your obsession with his father onto him."

"Even if it meant destroying your own son's life, you didn't care."

Having her deepest secret exposed, my mother choked on her words, unable to speak.

"Ethan, I hope you can understand my position."

"Both you and Tyler are my boys. I love you both equally. I don't favor anyone."

"Get out," I said coldly.

I didn't want to waste my breath on her lies.

In her heart, Tyler was her only beloved son. I was just a shadow. But my mother made no move to leave, looking as if she had something difficult to say.

"Spit it out."

She only ever came to me when she wanted something, and I figured it was for Tyler again.

"Ethan, I need a favor."

"Tyler's startup failed. He wants to start over, but he doesn't have the capital."

"I see how well you're doing. Besides, he is your brother. Can you give him a million dollars...?"

"The door is right there. Don't let it hit you on the way out."

I gave her an eviction notice, refusing to discuss this nonsense.

Right then, Chloe walked in, supporting a limping Tyler.

She must have overheard our conversation.

"Ethan, how can you speak to your mother like that? She's just worried about Tyler!"

As soon as she spoke, my mother rushed over to them.

The three of them stood together, looking exactly like a happy family.

From beginning to end, I was the only outsider.

"If she's so worried about him, she can go to the bank and take out a loan."

"Ethan, he is your brother..."

"My brother? Ha! What a joke."

"If he really saw me as his brother, would he have crawled into bed with my fiancee?"

"And my own mother always takes his side."

"Tell me, how much more do you expect me to tolerate?"

Silence fell over the room. No one dared to speak.

This house was suffocating. Just as I turned to leave, my mother yelled in frustration.

"Wasn't the wedding thing just a misunderstanding?"

"They are innocent! Why can't you just let it go instead of stabbing everyone in the heart?"

I turned back and looked coldly at the three of them. The urge to argue died in my throat.

One mouth couldn't outtalk three hypocrites.

Finally, Tyler, trying to play the good guy, stepped in to defuse the situation.

"Ethan, I'm sorry."

"That night, I was completely drunk. I made a terrible mistake."

"I am begging for your forgiveness. Can you please forgive me?"

"This is your home. If anyone should leave, it's us."

Seeing Tyler's seemingly sincere apology, both my mother and Chloe looked at him with immense pity.

When I remained silent, refusing his apology, Chloe's face hardened.

"Tyler has already apologized to you personally. What more do you want?"

"Nothing. I just want both of them to disappear from my sight right now."

Hearing my words, Tyler lowered his head, looking incredibly hurt.

My mother glared at me defensively.

Before she could speak, Tyler turned and ran out of the house in tears.

But he ran too fast and slipped, tumbling down the stairs.

"Tyler!"

"Tyler!"

Chloe screamed, then turned on me with venom in her eyes.

"Ethan, why did you have to push him? You are worse than a monster!"

"We don't care if you forgive us anymore. We don't need your forgiveness!"

"Get out! I don't want to see your face!"

My mother didn't say a word, she just kept glaring at me with cold eyes.

I had told myself to let go and walk away, but being stabbed by them again still brought a wave of sharp pain to my chest.

My own wife and my own mother would always choose another man.

At this very moment, I finally realized that whether it was love or family, I didn't want any of it anymore.

"Chloe, we're done."