He Betrayed Me Twice, I Divorced Him

Chapter 3

A kind passerby brought me to the hospital.

The doctor said I was having a threatened miscarriage.

I closed my eyes, and tears rolled into my mouth, bitter and astringent. All I could see in my mind was Nathan's back as he walked away without a single glance back.

My phone suddenly pinged. A photo came through.

In the photo, Vivian stood half-undressed.

Nathan had his head bowed, leaning over her chest, his lips close…

A voice message came right after the photo, and Vivian's tone was shy, "This is my first pregnancy, so I don’t have any experience with breastfeeding. Nathan couldn't bear to see me suffer using a breast pump, so he had to do it himself…"

A wave of nausea surged all the way to the top of my head.

My hands shaking, I opened my phone and posted a thread.

A top race car driver cheats on his wife with his female apprentice, kills his wife's unborn child, then forces her out to steal her place.

I uploaded the compromising photo Vivian sent me along with the post.

The thread quickly climbed to the top of the trending search, and everyone was calling Vivian a shameless homewrecker. But before long, the trending search was suppressed, replaced by an official statement from Nathan.

Evelyn has a mental illness. She and I have already dissolved our marriage. Everything online is nothing but rumor.

I collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed by despair.

When he proposed, Nathan swore to the heavens that he would never betray me.

After my first miscarriage, he swore he would never step into the racing world again, that he would retire and stay by my side to atone for what happened.

Now he says all of it is just rumor.

The earnest vows he made when we were young had finally turned into nothing but a bad joke.

Nathan's call finally came through.

His voice was heavy with disappointment, "Eve, Vivian has worked so hard to get where she is today. Do you really have to destroy her? That girl is threatening to kill herself. She's still so young, I'm afraid she might actually do something reckless and stupid. Issue a clarification immediately, then come apologize to her in person."

I had a lump stuck in my throat, tight and unable to catch my breath.

I grit my teeth and forced my tears back.

"Me apologize? Then who will apologize for my dead baby? Nathan, when you protect a murderer like this, how can you face anyone?!"

The baby in my belly is kicking and moving restlessly, as if it could feel my agony.

Even though I tried my hardest to hold back, in the end, I couldn't stop myself from screaming out loud.

It felt like I was finally pouring out every last bit of hurt and anger I'd bottled up all this time.

Nathan had not expected such a strong reaction from me, and fell silent for a long time.

In the end, he spoke, his voice hoarse, "If that's how it is, don't blame me for what comes next. You hurt Vivian, you have to pay the price."

Before I could say another word, he hung up the phone directly.

The next day, a real-name accusation post blew up trending searches.

Is a female professor a total slut? Slept her way to a job.

In a three-thousand-word article, the whistleblower claimed to be my classmate who shares the same advisor, and said that to secure a teaching position at the university, I did not hesitate to sleep with my fifty-year-old advisor.

In the accompanying photo released, I was standing in my office, with an aged hand wrapped around my waist.