Diagnosed With Cancer, I Left My Baby's Father in Ruins

Nine months pregnant, I ran into my husband, Beckett Shaw and his mistress at the hospital. The moment I picked up my report, I saw the two of them celebrating the upcoming arrival of their own child. Delaney pretended to be concerned. “Beckett, you really shouldn’t be here with me. If Evelyn finds out, she’ll be upset. She’s pregnant too. Aren’t you worried she’d be upset?”  Beckett let out a cold chuckle. “If she causes a scene, I’ll just divorce her.” Since Beckett didn’t want us anymore, I’d rather raise the child without a father than stay in this farce of a marriage. I called my dad, who was living overseas. “Dad, I’ve made up my mind. I’m getting a divorce. I’m taking the baby and moving out to be with you.” 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?