He Cheated While I Pregnant, I Exposed Him

Chapter 2

I was jolted awake by the pain of contractions.

Feeling the blood seeping out beneath me, I forced myself out of bed, only to find the bedroom door was firmly locked from the outside. Fear flooded my chest.

Supporting my swollen belly, I dialed Lucas in a panic. "Lucas, I'm bleeding... I'm locked in the bedroom and can't get out. Come home quickly!"

His voice sounded thick with exhaustion, "Julianne, there's a school event today, and I'm really busy. Stop making trouble."

"Lucas!" The intense contraction tore a cry of pain out of me. "It's true, I think I'm going into labor!"

"Not this again!" Lucas's voice sharpened suddenly. "Julianne, are you just trying to ruin my award ceremony? No wonder you were so calm last night. You were planning to threaten me with this baby all along!"

"Lucas, I'm not..." I tried to explain, but the unrelenting pain had drained every last bit of strength from my body.

Before he could say anything else, Megan's voice cut in, "What's wrong, Professor Lowell? Is your wife giving you trouble again? Why don't you go home? You don't have to stay here with me..."

"Leave her be. Work is more important."

Lucas' voice blended with the laughter of his students in the background.

The call cut out.

I steadied my breathing and called an ambulance, but when I struggled to stand, I collapsed into a pool of blood, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

The paramedics arrived quickly. When they broke down the door, all they saw was me lying in a pool of blood.

I had a miscarriage.

The doctor said the baby was almost eight months along. If we hadn't lost time breaking down the door, it could have been saved.

Lucas knelt by my hospital bed and berated himself for what happened. "Julianne, it's my fault, I'm a bastard! I was scared you'd get upset seeing Megan and me on stage together... Forgive me, wife. We can always have another baby."

The last time he knelt like this was at our wedding.

He kissed my hand, his eyes blurred with tears as he swore he would love and protect me for the rest of my life.

But now, nothing is the same as it used to be.

The man standing before me now could no longer overlap with the young, earnest boy I remembered.

I stared numbly at the ceiling, and for a fleeting moment I felt surprisingly relieved.

Now that the baby was gone, I finally didn't have to force myself to stay with Lucas anymore.

A sudden ringtone from his phone cut off his remorseful rambling.

It was Megan Monroe calling.

To prove his loyalty to me, he immediately put the call on speaker and shouted into the phone, "Megan, stop pestering me!"

Her voice came through the line, thick with sobs, "Professor Lowell, I'm pregnant. I'd get an abortion, but I thought, as the father, you had a right to know."

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms, my bitten lip trembling uncontrollably.

My baby had just died, and she was already pregnant with his.

Lucas put down the phone quickly and looked at me, nervous and ashamed. "Julianne, I will never acknowledge this child."

A bitter, sudden laugh burst from me, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Lucas, let’s get a divorce."

"I won’t divorce you!"

Lucas stood up and held me tightly in his arms. "Julianne, I love you. Don’t say such things."

I wrenched his hands off me with all my strength and roared, "Then take Megan to the hospital right now. I want to watch her get rid of her baby!"

Lucas closed his eyes and did not dare look at me.

"Megan has depression. If she gets rid of the baby now, I’m scared she’ll do something irrational."

"What about my baby?" I hurled my water glass at him. "Did I deserve to miscarry? That was your child too!"

On the other end of the phone, Megan sobbed uncontrollably.

"Professor Lowell, I won’t put you in a difficult position anymore, I’m going to kill myself right now…"

Lucas’ face drained of color in an instant. He grabbed his phone and ran straight out of the ward.

I watched him turn and leave without a shred of hesitation.

My mother pulled me into her arms, her heart aching for me. "Good daughter, we won’t suffer this injustice anymore. We’ll file for divorce right away. I’ll go home and pack your luggage."

But when I received my mother’s call, all I heard was her uncontrolled, grief-stricken sobs.