My Ex-Husband Watched Me Marry My Childhood Sweetheart

On the day I won the design competition, the first thing I received wasn’t the gold trophy, but a livestream of my husband cheating with his widowed sister-in-law.

During the press conference, all eyes watching the show fell on me.

They all believed that I, who was deeply in love with Lorenzo Ortiz, would cry right there as I used to and once again become a trending headline.

But I simply held my eight-month pregnant belly, calmly accepted the award, and then went to find a private lawyer to prepare a divorce agreement.

“Ma’am, are you certain? This was already your second time coming to file for a divorce. If you changed your mind again, you would be placed on the firm’s blacklist.”

I smiled bitterly.

“I’m sure, and I want to remove the father and keep the child.”

The first time I caused a scene about divorce, I had just learned I was pregnant. Lorenzo was caught in photos taken by paparazzi, holding hands with his widowed sister-in-law at an amusement park.

That time, I ran there in tears to confront them for cheating, creating chaos across Beaverton. I said I would end the pregnancy and divorce him, but I got into a car accident instead, almost losing both my life and the baby.

And Lorenzo, to save me, stayed awake for two days and gave me three blood transfusions.

After I woke up, his face looked pale as he knelt beside me and admitted his fault.

“Wife, the day before yesterday was my brother’s death anniversary. My sister-in-law missed him so much and begged me to act like my brother and stay with her for a day. I gave in for a moment and agreed.”

“I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again. Can you give me another chance?”

Looking at Lorenzo’s exhausted face after saving me, I couldn’t stop my heart from softening.

I also knew that Lorenzo’s brother had died in a kidnapping case while protecting him, and I understood that he felt guilty toward his widowed sister-in-law, who had a young child.

For the child’s sake, I chose to give him another chance.

For the following eight months, Lorenzo showed himself as a devoted husband and a responsible father, and he even sent his widowed sister-in-law abroad.

That was until last night, when I got three provocative photos sent by his widowed sister-in-law.

The photos showed a hundred used condoms after she had been with Lorenzo, Lorenzo kneeling on the floor in a humble posture as he kissed her toes, and Lorenzo dressed in a servant outfit while cooking in the kitchen.

I spent the entire night in tears and finally came to my senses.

Since Lorenzo had broken his promise to love only me, I no longer needed to hold on to a marriage without loyalty.

I wanted to remove the father and keep the child, return home, and continue living as the only daughter of a powerful, wealthy family.

.......

But why, after I had taken my child and walked away for good, and was preparing to marry my childhood sweetheart, New York’s wealthiest man, Diego Peterson, did Lorenzo suddenly burst into my wedding, kneel down, and plead with me not to marry another man?

1

On the day I received the championship award at an international design competition, the first surprise that reached me was a live broadcast.

On the screen, Lorenzo was deeply kissing his late brother’s wife, surrounded by 9,999 roses.

And just twelve hours earlier, Lorenzo had been crouching in front of me, gently kissing my eight-month pregnant belly, saying he would be the first to send me flowers when I received the award.

At the press briefing, everyone unexpectedly turned their eyes toward me, showing pity and curiosity from fresh gossip.

"President Bailey…"

Beneath the platform, the assistant who guided me to prepare for stepping up had sweat across his forehead. "Do we need to stop this livestream room?"

I spoke in a quiet voice, "No need."

"Isn’t it already my turn? I step onto the stage to receive the award."

"Not going to wait for President Ortiz to show up?" the assistant asked softly.

I shook my head. "I will not wait."

The crowd, who had been expecting to see the drama, were also shocked.

The paparazzi believed they would watch me lose control and cry like I had eight months before, letting them get a shocking news title.

But I simply did not do that.

I got up, followed the steps to walk onto the stage to accept the award, and quietly finished reading my thank-you speech.

The voices below were no longer kept quiet. "What happened to Vienna Bailey? Why does she not make trouble?"

“Last time when she caught him cheating with a young model, didn’t she almost lose both herself and the baby?”

“Yeah, it caused a scene across the whole city. She said she would end the pregnancy and divorce, but after he apologized, she forgave him.”

“Everyone knows Vienne chased Lorenzo for five years before she got him. How could she really go through with a divorce?”

“Maybe she plans to rush to the rose field after receiving the award and break them apart?”

Laughter followed one after another.

Their gazes were like wolves eyeing fresh meat, locked on me as they watched closely for my next move.

I heard their whispers but said nothing, only gazing out the window.

In the night sky, drones kept forming different shapes one after another.

The shifting lights reflected in my eyes, beautiful and grand, yet gone in an instant.

I had spent three years preparing for this design competition just to win first place.

I once believed that, at the most shining moment, I would hold the hand of the one I loved most and accept the trophy.

But that hope fell apart.

At this moment, my heart was not as calm as those paparazzi claimed.

Still, after crying through the entire night, I had no tears left to shed.

After getting the award, I did not head home but went straight to a law firm to draft a divorce agreement.

“Ma’am, are you sure? This is your second visit for a divorce. If you regret it again, you will be added to the blacklist.”

The lawyer attempted to talk me out of it, assuming I would not truly go through with divorcing Lorenzo.

I showed a bitter smile.

“I’m sure, and I want to remove the father and keep the child. Draft the agreement for me.”

I handed over the black card to the lawyer, and he immediately agreed with a smile.

I thought back to the first time I caused a scene about divorce. It was when I had just found out I was pregnant.

Back then, paparazzi had photographed Lorenzo holding hands with his widowed sister-in-law while they were at an amusement park. I rushed over like I had lost my mind, pulling at both of them in the street, crying and shouting about divorce and ending the pregnancy, making it known across the whole city.

After I ran out of the park, I was involved in a car accident, nearly losing both myself and the child.

I was in rescue for two whole days. Lorenzo stayed beside my hospital bed without closing his eyes, watching over me for two days and nights, and gave me three blood transfusions.

When I woke up, his face was pale, and right in front of everyone, he dropped to his knees before me.

“Wife, the day before yesterday was my brother’s death anniversary. My sister-in-law missed him deeply and begged me to pretend to be him and keep her company for a day. I gave in and agreed.”

“I know I was wrong. I won’t ever do it again. Can you give me another chance?”

Looking at Lorenzo’s drained face after he saved me, I couldn’t keep my heart firm.

I also knew that his brother had died in a kidnapping case to protect him, and that he carried guilt toward his widowed sister-in-law with a young child.

For the child’s sake, I decided to give him another opportunity.

Over the following eight months, Lorenzo, before me, had been a devoted father and a proper husband, and he also sent his widowed sister-in-law overseas.

I thought the matter from before was truly only an accident.

Until last night, when three photos that showed up on my phone felt like three hard blows to my face.

One hundred used condoms were left in a messy pile inside the trash can.

Lorenzo, down on his knees on the ground, was bending his head to kiss the woman’s toes.

And he, who never handled house chores, dressed in a male servant uniform while making food in the kitchen.

The message was sent by Lorenzo’s widowed sister-in-law, Ariella Gray.

Through the whole night, my heart felt broken, and even breathing caused pain.

So those past months when Lorenzo showed care and love in front of me were all a lie!

He had never truly ended things with his widowed sister-in-law, and even stayed with her, doing all intimate things!

I wept for a long time, and only when morning came did I calm myself and step onto the stage for the award.

But everything still fell apart because of the live broadcast.

My stomach was struck by the baby. I slowly came back to awareness and called Diego Peterson, the richest man in Beaverton, who had once been promised to me when we were young.

"You say that as long as I agree, you can complete the engagement with me anytime. Does that still stand?"

Diego’s usual lazy tone came through with a light smile.

“Of course, you’ve come to your senses? When are we getting the certificate?”

“Give me ten days. I need to finalize the divorce first.”

Since Lorenzo had already betrayed his vow to love only me, I no longer needed to cling to a marriage that was already broken.

Back then, while I was chasing Lorenzo as he started his career, I kept my identity hidden to protect his pride, never telling him I was the only daughter of a powerful, wealthy family overseas.

I had originally planned that once the child was born, I would bring him and the baby back to claim my family name and take over the business, but now he was no longer fit to return with me.

After returning to the villa, Lorenzo held my waist and spoke in a soft, helpless tone.

“Baby, your eyes are so red. Did you cry? That live broadcast today was just an act for attention. Don’t take it seriously.”

“I’ve already talked to her. As long as I help her start as a streamer, and she can earn her own money, she won’t bother us anymore.”

“Let’s help her one last time, okay?”

I looked at the man I had loved for five years and been married to for three, and my heart ached as if something was slowly eating at it.

The kissing was just acting, then what about the hundreds of condoms?

What about him kissing her feet?

What about him wearing that servant outfit?

Would he only admit he cheated when Ariella gave birth to his child?

I forced myself to hold back the urge to question him out loud and handed him the divorce papers.

“Do as you like. I recently took an interest in a house, sign it.”