Divorced with a Baby: My Ex-CEO Husband Begs for My Return

In York City. "The Gangnam Bridge has collapsed after an accident. Twenty-three people have fallen into the river, and their fate remains unknown." The news report scrolled endlessly across the television screen in the hospital. Wendy dialed the number again, only to hear a cold, automated voice: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy now.” “Arthur...” Wendy couldn’t stop crying, blood stains staining her clothes as she collapsed into exhaustion, utterly disheveled. Six hours earlier, she’d taken a shortcut across the Gangnam Bridge, rushing to celebrate her son Henry’s fourth birthday. A massive steel cable snapped, severing a large section of her car. She was lucky to be alive. But since the accident, she hadn't received a single call from Arthur, her husband. Wendy lowered her eyes, bitterness filling her heart. Even though their marriage hadn't been born of love, they had been together for four years. Even a dog would develop feelings in that time. Then she thought of her four-year-old son, Henry. Although the little boy wasn't close to her, he would instinctively miss his mom when she didn't return. Thinking of her son, she dialed the number again. This time, the call connected. “What?” A man’s indifferent voice answered. Just as Wendy was about to speak, a small, childish voice came from the other end of the line. "Auntie Dorothy, can you be my mom? I don’t want anyone else. I hope you can stay with Daddy and me forever." Henry's sweet, childish words stunned Wendy. 'Dorothy Jones? Why is she there?' Dorothy was Arthur's first love, who returned from abroad not long ago. Her presence triggered a cold war between Wendy and Arthur that lasted for half a month, reducing their marriage to little more than a formality. But she hadn't expected that even the child she had given birth to would be so fond of Dorothy! After a long pause, her eyes reddened, and her hand shook as she gripped the phone. A dense numbness spread through her heart. Soon, a man's doting voice came from the phone. “You little greedy boy. Are you still unsatisfied, since you already have Auntie Dorothy celebrating your birthday with you?” Married in secret for five years, she had never heard such warmth or tenderness in his voice. Wendy couldn’t utter a word. It felt absurd. While she hovered on the brink of death, Arthur was with Dorothy, laughing and talking. Even her own son said he wanted Dorothy to be his mom. Her child, her husband… What had all her dedication amounted to? Her heart ached, stung by such an ironic situation. She parted her lips but said nothing, silently hanging up the phone. Wendy didn't ask anyone to pick her up. Dragging her injured right leg, she silently took a taxi home. Exhausted after a narrow escape from death, she treated her wounds and scrolled through her phone, distracted. Then she noticed a new post on her w******p feed. It was from Dorothy. “Celebrating little Henry's birthday, to our complete family!” The post included a photo of the three of them. In the picture, the usually cold man’s eyes held a newfound warmth, and even Dorothy’s eyes sparkled with unusual joy. Soon, two likes appeared below the post. From Arthur and Henry. Wendy stared at the necklace around Dorothy’s neck, stunned. It was the one she had admired a while ago. Henry had even saved up for it, hiding it from her, saying it was a surprise. But it turned out Arthur had bought the necklace as a surprise for Dorothy. Lost in thought, she accidentally spilled alcohol on her wound. The pain was sharp, but the ache in her heart was worse. After a long while, a friend called her. "Wendy, aren’t you injured? Why isn't Arthur with you? Why is he celebrating with Dorothy? It’s all over the trending topics now. People who don’t know the truth think she’s Mrs. Miller, Henry’s mother.” “Yes.” Wendy closed her eyes, tears escaping. Thinking back on the past few years, she felt like nothing more than a joke. Her own child and the man she shared a bed with had never truly cared about her. After the bitterness and pain subsided, a strange calmness settled over her. “If she wants to be Mrs. Miller, let it be.” Her friend was taken aback. “Wendy, what do you mean?” “I want a divorce,” Wendy said, “Help me draft a divorce agreement. Whoever wants the title of Mrs. Miller can have it.” Wendy looked at the photo with a bitter smile, her heart completely broken. If Arthur and Henry truly believed that Dorothy was the right person to be Mrs. Miller, what was the point of forcing it? After all these years, what had her dedication earned her? It was better to let them have their way. She was done. Late that night, Arthur returned home with Henry. The house looked the same as usual. But he still noticed something was amiss—the few belongings that had belonged to the woman were gone. He frowned instinctively and asked the servants, “Where is Madam?” A servant nervously handed him a document. "Sir, Madam left a divorce agreement. She asked for your signature.” ***** Three years later. A luxury car slowly stopped outside a clinic in a frontier town. The man in the suit, holding a small boy in his arms, had a grim expression. “Are you sure the renowned doctor lives here?” “Sir, there’s only this one clinic in Sheridan Town. Many people come here seeking treatment. However, the renowned doctor seems to be elusive. We can’t be certain they’ll be here tonight.” Thinking of Henry’s illness, Arthur’s lips tightened, his face darkening. They had run out of options. All the famous pediatricians in Washington, D.C. had been consulted, but Henry remained critically ill. Left with no choice, he had to grasp at straws, traveling thousands of miles with Henry. If he didn't receive treatment soon, he feared… He ordered coldly. “Knock.” Inside the courtyard, Wendy had just finished a puzzle with her daughter and was feeding her a bottle of milk. The insistent knocking at the door disturbed the quiet. Wendy frowned, put on a coat, and went outside. “Who is it?” “Apologies for disturbing you so late at night. We’re here seeking medical attention. The situation is rather urgent. Is Dr. Ethan here?” “There’s no Dr. Ethan,” Wendy replied coldly. “Go somewhere else.” She wasn't lying. Although she had guided Ethan’s medical training, he wasn't currently present. Outside, the secretary’s voice was anxious. “Miss, we’re truly sincere in seeking medical help. My boss is Mr. Arthur Miller, CEO of Arthur Corporation in Washington, D.C.. If you can save our young master, we’ll reward you handsomely.” 'Arthur Miller?' Hearing the man’s name, Wendy felt a moment of dizziness. Then, her heart clenched painfully. 'Henry is sick?' Three years. It had been three years since she had divorced and moved out of the Arthur family, and she hadn't heard anything about Henry since. Even though the child didn't love her, he was still a piece of her heart. She couldn’t help but worry. However, after she left, the Miller family seemed to have deliberately blocked any news about the child. “Come in,” Wendy said flatly. Then, she turned and walked back inside. Her figure appeared slender and aloof in the night. Arthur hadn't seen her face clearly, but he couldn't help frowning. For some reason, the silhouette seemed vaguely familiar. Then, under the bright light, the woman’s face was gradually revealed. The secretary beside him gasped in surprise. "Madam?" Since Madam had left three years ago, Mr. Miller had become a different person, gloomy and ruthless. Any slight setback in business would lead him to crush his opponents without mercy. Arthur’s face instantly turned icy, the surrounding air growing cold. “What are you doing here?” Three years ago, on Henry's birthday, he had specifically cleared his schedule to celebrate with her and their son. Instead, he had been met with her unexplained absence and a divorce agreement without any explanation! The servants had said that a handsome, elegant man had picked her up that day. And in the diary she had hidden in her bedroom, there were entries about such a man. Thinking of this, Arthur felt a surge of irritation. Wendy didn’t even glance at him, her tone indifferent. “Didn’t you say the child is sick, and you are seeking medical help?” Arthur stared at her, pausing for a moment. “So, you’re the renowned Dr. Ethan?” “No,” Wendy replied coldly. Arthur wasn't surprised. 'How could Wendy have become a renowned doctor? She knew nothing about medicine.' Wendy didn't explain, only saying, “Dr. Ethan isn't here. You can leave Henry with me. I’ll help bring down his fever first.” “You know how to treat this?” Hearing the suspicion in Arthur’s voice, Wendy, worried about Henry’s condition, said coldly, “Ethy taught me some. Henry is very ill; you’d better not waste any more time.” 'Ethy?' Arthur’s brow furrowed. 'Such an intimate calling. It seems this Ethy is the man who has made this woman abandon her husband and child!' However, his son's illness was the priority, so he didn't press the matter further. Wendy carefully examined the feverish Henry. Alarm bells rang in her head. “Is he… poisoned?” “Yes,” Arthur’s gaze fell on her, his tone inexplicably colder. “After you left, he accidentally ate something he shouldn’t have, and he’s been like this ever since.” Wendy understood the undertones in his words, but looking at Henry on the bed, her heart still ached intensely, and her mouth tasted bitter. No mother would want her child to suffer like this. However, this poison couldn't be detoxified immediately. Wendy could only bring down Henry’s fever first. She fetched antipyretics and warm water, feeding them to Henry. Then, she showed them the door. “His condition needs to be monitored. Dr. Ethan will return in a while. The clinic doesn't have any spare rooms. You’ll have to find somewhere else to stay.” Arthur didn’t leave, instead scrutinizing her. Under the light, the woman’s features were the same as they had been three years ago. Her movements were careful, as if afraid of hurting the child in her arms. Arthur pursed his lips, his brow furrowed. He was curious about what kind of man could make this woman ignore her own child for three years. “Wendy…” He was about to speak when a sleepy voice came from the stairs. “Waaah, my bottle’s empty.” Arthur stopped, watching a little girl in bear pajamas, clutching an empty bottle walking towards him. The little girl seemed half-asleep as she hugged his leg and reached out her small arms. “Can you hold me? I am sleepy.” Arthur looked at the soft, small creature at his feet, his body stiffening, his dark eyes fixed on the little girl. Had she and this “Ethan Noah” already had a child together!?