The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan)

At Nine Months Pregnant, I Faced the Signs of Premature Labor.

Fear and pain consumed me, and instinctively, I reached out to my husband, Ryan, for help.

But no matter how many times I called, the line remained unanswered.

Just as I was sinking into despair, a notification popped up on my phone-a Facebook link shared by none other than Ryan's old flame, Linda.

The caption read

"It's all my husband's fault for being too rough during our lovemaking. It scared the baby! But since he promised to take me and our baby for a maternity photoshoot tomorrow, I'll forgive him this time"

The photo attached showed my husband, Ryan, cradling Linda's belly with reverence, his lips pressed tenderly against her skin.

His gaze was filled with adoration, something I thought was reserved only for me.

The background of the image hit me like a thunderbolt-it was my house.

She was lying on the bed I had shared with Ryan for seven years.

The sheets, the bedding and everything in that photo had been washed, dried, and lovingly arranged by me.

They were symbols of what I believed was our happy life together.

Now, they were steeped in the stench of their betrayal.

Months ago, Ryan had insisted I move into the hospital "to protect the baby."

Since then, I hadn't set foot in my own home.

Now, I understood the real reason for his urgency.

A wave of nausea and numbness swept over me, and before I realized it, tears streamed down my face.

More messages followed.

"Oops, sorry, sent it to the wrong person," Linda wrote, feigning innocence.

Then, a second message appeared

"But I guess you've seen it now. I've actually been living in your house for over six months. The baby in my belly is six months along, by the way"

She attached a selfie, cradling her belly, wearing a pink nightgown that belonged to me.

"Oh, and by the way, this baby? Ryan begged me to have it. He said you've had miscarriages before, that your body is weak, and your genes might not be good enough for his heir. He needs a healthy baby to inherit the family business, you know"

Another photo followed.. It was a maternity test report.

The date on it twisted the knife further.

July 21.

That was the same day I had my prenatal checkup.

Ryan had claimed there was an emergency at work and couldn't accompany me.noveldrama

So, I had gone alone, bearing the stares and whispers of other mothers.

"Poor thing, she's all alone for her checkup," someone had muttered.

"Stay away from her," another whispered. "If her husband won't even show up, she's probably a mistress, hiding from the real wife."

"Then the baby must be illegitimate," someone else concluded.

I wanted to scream at them, to defend my dignity.

Ryan loves me. He's just busy with work. That's all.

But now, I knew the truth. He had abandoned me to stay by his mistress and their unborn child.

Driven by a masochistic urge, I scrolled through Linda's account, uncovering more evidence of betrayal.

A familiar date popped up..... January 15.

It was our wedding anniversary.

I had spent the entire day preparing a candlelit dinner, decorating our home with roses, and baking a cake to surprise Ryan.

When the door finally opened, it wasn't just Ryan who walked in-Linda was with him.

"She's an old friend who just returned to the country," Ryan explained. "She has nowhere to stay, so I invited her to stay the night."

As they stepped into the living room, their eyes fell on the roses, candles, and the meal I had painstakingly prepared.

Ryan looked indifferent, while Linda suppressed a giggle, biting her lip before teasingly remarking

"What is this, the 90s? Celebrating anniversaries with roses and candles? So old-fashioned."

Her words stung, making me feel ridiculous and out of place.

At the dining table, I had set only two chairs.

Without hesitation, Ryan said, "Linda's a guest. She and I need to catch up. You can eat in the kitchen."

I was stunned.

The dinner I had lovingly prepared for us, he now wanted me to eat alone, while he entertained another woman.

I couldn't hold back my frustration and confronted him, demanding Linda apologize for her disrespect.

Instead, Ryan exploded. He overturned the table, scattering food and decorations everywhere, before storming out with Linda to dine at a restaurant.

When I tried to grab his arm, he shoved me so hard I fell to the ground.

The searing pain I felt then was unbearable.

Blood pooled beneath me, and my three-month-old unborn child was gone.

Ryan ignored my cries, leaving with Linda as I writhed on the floor in agony.

Later, Linda posted photos of their dinner online.

They were seated in an elegant restaurant, Ryan holding her close as she showed off a luxury handbag.

The caption read "True love means never making you angry. Thank you for your patience and for treating me like your one and only."

No wonder I couldn't reach him that night.

Now, lying in my hospital bed, the memories threatened to crush me.

My body and spirit were breaking under the weight of betrayal.

Summoning the last ounce of my strength, I pressed the emergency call button.

As darkness closed in, I vaguely heard the nurse shouting

"Quick! Room 15! The patient is showing signs of premature labor and is bleeding. Get the doctor immediately!"