My Dear Ex-Husband, You No Longer Have the Right to Love Me!

"Mom, I want to divorce Beckett Shaw, leave my child and abandon him," I sobbed into the phone.

My mom's panicked voice echoed through the line: "Should I pick you up now?"

"In two weeks, mom. I need to clean up here," I whispered.

My hands trembled as I hung up.

Today, I'm einth months pregnant, due in a month, when I received a receipt from the Paradise Resort, the largest hotel in town.

It read: "Hope you and your partner had a wonderful night."

My husband of seven years, Beckett Shaw, had frequented the same place where we'd spent our first night together with his mistress for the past two years.

The first time was two years ago—the day I had a miscarriage.

Just then, an anonymous text message arrived on my phone:

"His one true love, capable of bearing an heir to the family, unlike an infertile wife. We made love last night in your honeymoon suite."

"By the way, let me tell you a few more truths. When you were kidnapped during your first year of marriage, he was enjoying me in a hotel two blocks away. While he was sleeping with me, he personally disconnected your call for help."

"On your second anniversary, he excused himself for a business trip, but you were deceived because he had accompanied me to Iceland to see the Northern Lights."

"And each of your miscarriages was related to me. Your first was orchestrated by him. He said you weren't worthy of carrying his child. The second was because I needed a heart to cure my heart condition, and that child's heart was the best."

The text message also included multiple photos and countless intimate videos of us having sex.

"You are my only love. I will leave Evelyn and marry you."

I closed my eyes and listened to my partner's recorded confession.

After I hung up, I booked the earliest flight available.

Two weeks—that’s all I needed. Two weeks and I’d be out of Beckett’s life for good.

But then why... did that man show up at my wedding with red eyes, begging me to take him back?

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Numerous messages popped up one after another.

"I hope you know the truth now."

"I am Beckett’s woman."

"He said that he is with you for an heir."

"This is my Instagram account, filled with our loving pictures. Even on the day of your wedding anniversary your husband was with me."

I clicked on the link to the Instagram page which opened with a myriad of intimate photos between a couple.

The latest photo displayed Delaney Cross sitting on a man’s lap and kissing him.

It was captioned as: [23rd of January, the day when he first saw me three years ago and it was love at first sight.]

23rd January was my birthday.

I laughed with tears threatening to fall down my eyes.

I scrolled down only to find a pattern in all the photos—Beckett’s face wasn’t visible in any of them, yet even with a glance I could decipher his identity.

After all, I was the one who bought him those expensive watches as a collection.

I was going through the photos with teary eyes when my hands stopped abruptly.

There was a photo of a woman embracing a man while showing off her diamond ring.

The background was decorated with flowers, with firecrackers bursting in the sky.

The caption made my blood turn cold:

[March 19: He asked me out to be his girlfriend and guess what? I said yes!]

Two years ago, this was the day when I miscarried.

I remember calling Beckett multiple times, but he never picked up.

When I messaged him that I was in the hospital, he at last called me irritably and said that I should stop playing tricks to attract his attention and hung up.

I remember watching the lifeless corpse of my child being taken away and was in such deep shock that I could not get out of bed for more than two months.

When I received another message from Delaney, my heart was crushed beyond comprehension.

A picture of an ultrasound along with a doctor's prescription from the hospital was attached, along with a single line of text:

[I am pregnant with Beckett’s child.]

Clutching my heart that was so trampled upon by my childhood sweetheart and husband, I gasped for air as I could hardly breathe.

Like a maniac, I rushed to Beckett’s wardrobe and searched frantically for his wallet, where he had always kept our couple photo—surprisingly it wasn’t there anymore, replaced by the photo of another woman.

It could not be denied anymore. Beckett openly cheated on me when I already had so much evidence.

I opened one of the attached videos, and Beckett’s loving voice for his mistress was the first thing I heard.

"Are you... are you pregnant?"

Beckett glanced at Delaney in elation, and when she nodded, he picked her up in joy before kissing her.

"I will divorce Evelyn as soon as she gives birth to a son for me. Only then we can have a happy family! I will finally have two heirs!"

I could not believe the words at first and had to replay the video multiple times to let the reality sink in.

While I was still sitting on the ground hugging myself, the front door opened, and Beckett was finally home.

"Evelyn," he called out a few times before frowning and turning on the lights.

When I was nowhere to be found on the first floor, he entered our bedroom upstairs only to see me sitting silently in a dark corner with tears in my eyes.

"Evelyn? Are you alright?"

When he held my shoulders, trying to make me get up from the floor, I had a strong urge to push him away.

"Now that you can give birth any day, can you stop being so careless? Why didn’t you turn on the lights? What if you stumbled—"

"Where were you till now?"

Taken aback by my direct question, Beckett quickly made up an excuse.

"Baby, I was with the board discussing a business issue."

"Really? My friend told me that she saw you on the riverside today buying some hot chocolate."

Beckett went pale for a moment before collecting himself.

"So what? I cannot eat something that I like now? And why are you stalking me?!"

The guilt in his eyes was evident—he was there all day with Delaney fooling around.

"I just asked because I want to have hot chocolate too."

I wanted to see how far he would go with his lies.

Feeling frustrated, he finally snapped.

"Why are you so demanding all the time! I am just home from an entire day of tiring work. If you want to have something, then ask the maid to make it for you."

Without waiting for my response, he turned around with a scowl.

"How can you be the perfect wife when you are so stubborn."

When he was out of sight, I clutched my stomach painfully and cried.

"My poor baby, your daddy has abandoned both of us, but mommy will take care of you."