My Bestie Became My Husband's Wife

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After discovering my husband, Ethan Holt, came back from a business trip where he'd been cheating, I didn't fall into hysterical arguments.

Instead, I calmly sat him down with my pregnancy test results.

Either divorce, or cut things off with the other woman completely.

He stayed silent for a long time before choosing to return to our family.

But when the baby was born, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and confessed:

"Actually, the person I've been having an affair with is your best friend, Jessica."

"While you were in labor, we were having sex at the hotel across from the hospital."

Seeing me too exhausted to even speak, he continued mercilessly:

"These past six months, you had her monitor me, but that actually gave us more opportunities to be together."

"Your mom knows too, but she kept it from you because she was afraid you'd miscarry. We all did it for your own good."

As the anesthesia wore off, I felt excruciating pain below.

But no physical pain could compare to the heartbreak.

I gripped the bedsheets tightly, forcing words from my throat.

"Why... why did you have to tell me this right after I gave birth?"

The moment I spoke, Jessica and Ethan's friends burst into the room, laughing and joking.

"Jessica, you lost the bet! Vivian didn't cry, so you have to wear the bunny girl outfit!"

"Yeah, when Jessica wears that, Ethan's going to be completely obsessed!"

Jessica laughed shyly and scolded them, then said with a blushing face:

"I'll only wear it for Ethan."

Seeing my shocked, disbelieving expression, Ethan explained calmly:

"We bet on whether you'd cry when you found out I was cheating with your best friend. If you cried, I promised her ten rounds in one night. If you didn't cry, Jessica would wear a sexy outfit."

He spoke as if discussing something trivial, then raised an eyebrow as if remembering something.

"Oh, you don't know thisJessica and I already got our marriage license."

"Then what about our marriage license!" My voice broke, tears flooding my eyes.

The next second, I was silenced by everyone's mocking, zoo-animal stares.

"Vivian, you really didn't know? Your marriage to Ethan is fake. The real one is with Jessica~"

Jessica shot that person a playfully reproachful glance.

Then she grabbed my hand with a fake smile: "Vivian, we didn't tell you for your sake and the baby's~"

That line was identical to what Ethan had said.

My blood ran completely cold.

A year ago, I'd been overjoyed to tell Ethan about my pregnancy.

But when he came back from his business trip, I saw the telltale marks on his body.

Panicked, I called my mom to explain the situation.

My mom spoke to me like a woman of experience: "If you step aside now, aren't you just giving the other woman an opportunity? So what if he cheated? I can tellEthan loves you most!"

My mom convinced me. I swallowed all my hurt and talked with him through the night.

When Ethan learned I was pregnant with his child, he knelt and begged for forgiveness without hesitation, choosing to return to our family.

But he refused to tell me who the other woman was.

That became a thorn lodged in my heart.

After learning about this, my best friend Jessica volunteered to help monitor Ethan.

She reported everything Ethan did, every moment of every day.

Even the duration of his masturbation sessions during my pregnancy was precisely calculated by her.

Every time she called to report, she looked sleep-deprived.

I thought she was just exhausted, so I frequently bought her expensive supplements.

Just a few days ago, she'd even encouraged me to become a career-focused woman after giving birth.

Now I finally understoodshe was the mistress I'd been trying to catch all along.

I trembled with rage, not even noticing when my IV came loose and blood ran down my entire arm.

No wonder my mother-in-law always looked down on me but treated Jessica like a daughter.

No wonder Ethan's friends dared to make crude jokes about me but were polite to Jessica.

I'd been the only one played for a fool.

Blood from my arm pooled on the floor, the pain snapping me back to reality.

"What happened? You're in postpartum recoverydon't you know to take care of yourself?"

"Drink some of the mushroom soup Mom made."

Ethan held my IV tube with one hand and fed me soup with the other.

His tone was gentle, as if he'd already forgotten his naked confession moments ago.

My throat felt raw. Eyes red, I stared at him stubbornly.

"Ethan, why?"

"Why did you lie to me? The marriage license is fake, being Mrs. Holt is fakewhat's real?!"

My voice grew more agitated, my chest heaving violently, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Ethan set down the bowl. His peach-blossom eyes, which once held only me when we were in love, now looked cold as frost.

"Vivian, you've forgotten about that incident. I never will."

"Five years ago, the three of us traveled abroad and encountered kidnappers. I was taken to Myanmar, and it was Jessica who risked her life to save me, while you just turned and ran."

He shot me a mocking glance, his tone carrying a hint of vengeful pleasure.

"But you didn't escape. You were violated instead."

At those words, I froze completely, my entire body shrouded in bone-chilling cold.

Five years ago during that conflict, Jessica had deliberately reported our location to local scammers to save herself.

I ran thirty kilometers barefoot to transmit our location to the Holt family.

My feet were rubbed raw, my arm dislocated from an explosion, even my back burned with horrifying scars.

I finally reached the signal camp, but I was discovered, dragged, and thrown into hell.

When I got out, Ethan's face was tight, silent.

I wanted to explain, but he shouted with red eyes:

"No one is allowed to mention this again!"

But he thought it was Jessica.

My heart went ice-cold: "If you think I'm a coward, why the fake marriage? Why endure this for five years?"

Ethan laughed coldly as he wiped the blood from my arm.

But his eyes looked tenderly toward Jessica, who was chatting and laughing at the door.

"Jessica became permanently infertile because she saved me. I owe her a child."

"And youyou owe me."

He paused, his expression growing colder.

"I tried to forget what happened, tried to forget that you were already dirty. But whenever I think of you running away like a madwoman, I feel disgusted, even physically repulsed."

I laughed. Laughed until tears streamed down, laughed until I couldn't breathe.

All because of a fabricated life-saving favor, Ethan spent five years making me birth a child that would be Jessica's.

For five years, because I had difficulty conceiving, I took injections and medications daily, did IVF treatments.

My body accumulated new injuries on top of old ones until I was barely recognizable.

I thought I was sacrificing for love, but it was all a monstrous lie.

Ethan roughly wiped away my tears.

"Why are you crying? It's not like I won't support you or love you anymore."

"As long as you let Jessica raise the child, you're still the prestigious Mrs. Holt."

Those words completely shattered the emotions I'd been suppressing.

I parted my cracked lips and screamed hysterically:

"In your dreams! This is fraud! Ethan, aren't you afraid I'll report you to the court!"

Ethan watched me finish my outburst coldly, then said lightly:

"Go ahead and report it. But you probably don't want custody of the child anymore."

Those words struck me like lightning, my ears ringing.

I didn't believe it. I tried to call my lawyer friends, but Ethan smiled cruelly.

"Go ahead and call. But Vivian, you need to understandwithout me, you're nothing."

After Ethan left, I started hopefully dialing lawyers one by one.

But in the end, some answered saying they were busy, others directly said they didn't dare take the case.

Just as my emotions were about to collapse, that afternoon I was moved from the VIP room directly to the crowded hallway.

I knew it was Ethan's arrangement.

But while I could endure it, the baby couldn't.

In one hour, he cried fifteen times.

The constant noise from people passing by made the baby cry nonstop. When passersby got annoyed, they hurled verbal abuse at me.

Seeing I was easy to bully, some people later threw glass cups at my bed, telling me to get lost.

When Ethan came by, he saw me lying disheveled on the bed, the sheets half-soaked with blood.

"Vivian, see? This is your so-called independence."

His mockery stabbed like knives into my heart.

Only when he held the baby to feed him did I finally collapse on the bed, drained of all strength.

I was a girl from the mountains. Ethan was the most privileged son of the elite circle.

To marry me, he defied his parents' opposition and was beaten until his ribs broke.

To prevent others from looking down on me, he helped build my brand, took me to auctions and galas, introducing me to everyone.

The year I was misdiagnosed with cancer, he cried every day and prayed at church.

Before, when his friends saw me, they all tried to please me.

Even my mother-in-law said she wanted to recognize me as her daughter.

But for five years, it was all an elaborate lie they'd woven.

Ethan seemed to want to watch me struggle more, so he quickly returned the baby to me.

I gritted my teeth hard. For the sake of custody of my child, I prepared to sell my design studio.

When I called, I learned it had been contracted to the Holt Corporation indefinitely and leased to Jessica, who'd just won a fashion exhibition award.

The baby cried again. I hurriedly called the postpartum nanny I'd booked.

But I was told coldly:

"Ma'am, your price isn't even a tenth of what your husband offered. I'm definitely not coming!"

Helpless, I comforted the baby while staying alert for the aggressive patient nearby, when the maternity center nurse came to notify me:

"Miss Reed, your husband refunded all the money. If you want to stay, you'll need to pay again."

My face went pale. I knew my cards were frozen.

So with weak legs, dragging my body that hadn't finished postpartum recovery, I carried the baby step by step back home.

The door to the house was half-open. My heart sank, thinking burglars had broken in.

Inside, harsh sounds of sex suddenly rang out.

"Ethan~ I can't take it anymore!"

At those words, my legs felt like lead, but I rushed to the bedroom in just a few steps.

Inside, Ethan was pressing Jessica beneath him, his strong hips thrusting against her body.

Seeing me standing there pale and frozen, Ethan turned Jessica over and smiled mockingly:

"What, watched long enough? Want to join us?"

Nausea rolled through my stomach. I hurriedly covered the baby's eyes, but Jessica laughed and taunted me:

"Vivian, your mom said it herselfI'm your best friend. It's better for me to help you and Ethan with your physical needs than some stranger. She's the one who pushed me to Ethan~"

I froze instantly, tears flowing despite myself. I couldn't believe my own mother had known even earlier and tacitly approved everything!

The three people closest to me had all betrayed me!

I was so angry my hands wouldn't stop shaking, and my abdomen throbbed with pain.

Slowly, I felt liquid leaking from below, the pungent smell filling the entire room.

I couldn't control the postpartum discharge during recovery, and I felt utterly humiliated.

Jessica covered her nose in disgust:

"Vivian, did you just wet yourself!"

Ethan also frowned, his movements unconsciously stopping. He put on a shirt and walked toward me.

The instant his nauseating cologne hit me, I shoved him away hard.

I collapsed on the floor, vomiting violently.

The baby started wailing in fright.

But Ethan's face had darkened like the bottom of a pot.

"Vivian, I haven't even found you disgusting yetwhat are you so repulsed by?"

I wiped my mouth roughly and looked at him like I was looking at a dead man.

He froze for a moment, then smiled viciously through gritted teeth:

"Fine, fine, fine, Vivian. You brought this on yourself. I gave you a chance."

"You're the one who chose to abandon it."

With that, he pulled out his phone with a dark expression:

"Transfer all shares of Vivian Reed's father's company to Jessica's name. Also, put the house her father left her in his will up for auction on eBay."

Jessica's eyes immediately lit up with delight as she exclaimed: "Ethan, really! You're so good to meyou're giving me all of this!"

But my heart had died. The massive hands of powerlessness and despair were choking me.

I wanted to curse him with the most vicious words, but thinking of the consequences, my throat felt stuffed with cotton.

Seeing my awful expression, Ethan looked at me with a mocking smile, his eyes full of ridicule:

"Vivian, when you abandoned me in Myanmar and I was tortured by those people, this is exactly how much it hurt."

"This has only been a few days. You'll suffer slowly for the rest of your life."

I lowered my head, my despairing gaze fixed on my shoes.

So that's how it is.

Only now did I finally understand why Ethan spent five years weaving this lie.

Simply because he wasn't willing to let go. He hated me. He wanted revenge.

He wanted to hold me in the palm of his hand, then viciously throw me into hell.

I looked up, smiling innocently:

"Ethan, you're so stupid."

He frowned, laughing in extreme anger:

"Still talking tough?"

"The one who saved you back then wasn't even..." My gaze sharpened, the truth about to slip from my mouth.

Suddenly, Jessica pointed at the baby and screamed:

"The baby passed out! Vivian, what did you do to the child!"

At those words, the baby was snatched from my arms by Ethan.

He unwrapped the swaddling clothes. The child was foaming at the mouth, his little face red and swollen.

"So hot! Vivian, are you trying to kill the baby!"

Ethan touched the child's forehead and shouted at me harshly.

My heart suspended in an instant.

I rushed to take the child from his arms, but Ethan refused to let go.

"Ethan! I have infant fever medicine in my bag! Give it to him first!"

But Jessica rushed up to me and slapped me across the face:

"Vivian, he's going to be my child from now on! Are you trying to kill him!"

Ethan gave me a cold glance and carried the child out.

I stood there in a daze, watching his retreating back. Jessica leaned close to my ear smugly:

"Don't worry, Vivian. I'll make sure to kill your son properly."