She Shows Up Pregnant, I Rise Stronger

It was our fourth year of marriage. On the night of the company’s annual gala, my wife, Nicole Morgan, walked in—pregnant. And she didn’t come alone. Right behind her was a man—her assistant, Drew Hastings. Also known as her long-time “true love.” The crowd turned to watch me, like they were waiting for a good show. Their eyes were full of mockery. After all, Nicole had been overseas for the past two years. And now here she was, back in town, carrying another man’s child. Even my in-laws just stood there in silence, staring at me. Nicole walked up and announced to the whole room, “Ryan, I’m pregnant with Drew’s baby. But I’m still your wife. And Drew’s child will take care of you when you’re old. I’m only having this one child—ever.” Then she added, cold and proud, “You should be grateful. Let’s be real—if it weren’t for my family, you would’ve starved to death a long time ago, Ryan. You’re just a live-in son-in-law.” I looked at this whole twisted family, then let out a small laugh. “In that case… say goodbye to the Morgan family business.”