The Prenup and the Pregnancy
When Ethan handed me the divorce papers
for the nineteenth time, I finally agreed.
His little darling was throwing a fit about
wanting to be official, she couldn’t wait any
longer.
And honestly? Neither could I.
I was pregnant, and the kid wasn’t his.
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After signing the papers, the first thing I did
was snap a photo and text it to Ethan:
[Signed. You want your assistant to come get
them?1
Twenty minutes ticked by. Ethan’s text thread
was as dead as a doornail.
I was about to call a courier when I saw
Ethan, a little out of breath, standing at my
door.
He actually came himself.
Figures.
His little princess had been making a whole
scene about getting a ring for six months.
Guess he was desperate to get this over with.
“Alright, what kind of stunt are you trying to pull?” he snapped, his voice cold and
impatient. “You’re getting every single cent
we agreed on ”
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Three years ago, Ethan had given me a
wedding. Since then, I’d been his wife, in
name only.
I’d been by his side, from broke and
struggling to where he was now, successful
and loaded.
But for the last six months, he’d been
obsessed with ditching me.
Just to make room for his little songbird.
He had revised our separation agreement like
it was a school project, nineteen times.
I hadn’t liked any of the previous versions.
This time I’d signed without a peep, and he
was suddenly suspicious.
I chuckled, handing him the papers.
He suspiciously opened them up, saw my
signature, and his face fell. “Summer, you
actually agreed to this?”
I stared at him, puzzled.
He used to say he hated it when I was clingy, hated my jealous fits.
Now that I wasn’t causing a scene, going
along with his plans, taking the money and
running, he looked like he was more pissed off than ever.
Was he hoping I’d break down and beg him to stay?
I smiled a little “Isn’t this good f
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can finally marry Tiffany and I can get my life
back on track.”
The agreement covered everything: house,
cars, company shares–the whole shebang.
He really went all out.
And I was happy to take it all.
After all, I was the one who’d been with him
through the lean years. Why should I just let
some other woman reap what I’d sown?
Now, it was settled.
With my own earnings over the years, plus
what he was paying out…
I could travel the world starting tomorrow and
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still live comfortably for the rest of my life.
The love was gone, but at least I still had a
ton of cash.
Ethan looked at me, his expression conflicted,
almost as if he wanted to say something else.
Just then, a soft, girly voice interrupted us:
“Summer, thank you for letting us be
together.”
Tiffany–Ethan’s prized little songbird.
She was a small–town girl with big ambition.
She got a standard four–year degree, and
just getting a job at Ethan’s competitive
company was a long shot. She’d landed the
job of personal assistant in the president’s
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She was incredibly dedicated–especially
when it came to seducing Ethan.
Ethan said she was innocent and sweet,
always worried that I’d hurt her.
But what innocent and sweet woman sleeps
with a married guy and then sends the
pictures to the wife?
I used to fall apart, cry, make a scene.
I even blew it all up online, only for it to
disappear without a trace the next day.
Ethan always had a way of making things go
away.
Funny, how he’d ended up using his skill set
against me.
I was over it.
I gave them both a tight smile, not saying
another word.
“Got the papers, you leaving yet?” I asked,
my voice flat.
This house was in my name.
Ethan barely came around anymore since
he’d started playing the field.
I wanted to disinfect the whole place if they
stayed one second longer.
Ethan’s face darkened. “Summer, your games
aren’t gonna work with me. You signed, so
don’t come crawling back.”
Then he grabbed Tiffany’s hand and started
leading her toward the door.
“Hold up.”
I called out to Ethan. He turned back, giving
me an “I knew it” look.
Like I couldn’t let him go, after all.
But I just said, “Don’t forget to transfer the
money, and… get the deed to the property
changed over ASAP.”
His face went blank for a second, then his jaw tightened. “You’re sure in a hurry.”
In a hurry? Yeah, I was.
I was pregnant, and not by him.
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The sooner I was out of his life, the better.
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I made an appointment for a prenatal
checkup, never imagining that I would run into
Ethan and Tiffany at the hospital.
He was gently leading her along, holding her
hand.
Tiffany was chattering away, and he was
listening with that lovey–dovey look in his
eyes.
They were so close, it was like there was no
room for anyone else.
Memories flooded back.
There was a time when he’d looked at me like
that.
So long ago.
