Ex-Wife's Revenge: Left with CEO's Triplets

Selena Schmidt and her husband Trevon Wagner got married by a contract. After each s*x, Trevon would send a private doctor to give Selena routine check—ups. Three years into the marriage, she had consumed 99 boxes of emergency contraceptives, and he had arranged for doctors to perform uterine cleanings 99 times. "It'll render her infertile for life," the doctor warned. Until the 100th time Trevon left, Selena overheard his conversation with friends outside the villa. "Trev, why haven't you and your wife had a child?" "You know why I married her, just to get back at Joanna for breaking up with me and choosing to study abroad. "She's nothing but a tool. Do inferior genes like hers deserve to bear offspring for the Wagner family?" Selena didn't realize when her tears had started falling. Weren't feelings supposed to be cherished? What about her own feelings? Over three years, Selena had specifically learned to make stomach—soothing dishes. When Trevon had a stomachache, she'd stay up all night slow—cooking it so he could have a warm breakfast in the morning. Knowing Trevon was allergic to pollen, she scoured every flower shop in the city for hypoallergenic, petal—less plants. She planted them on the balcony with her own hands, hoping to ease his discomfort when he opened the window. Because Trevon often stayed up late handling business, Selena studied traditional medicine and made homemade eye patches. While he napped, she'd gently apply them to relieve the soreness in his eyes. Selena had tried to lower her dignity to please him, hoping he would finally notice her love for him. But all she got was ruthless exploitation and deception! The next day marked their third wedding anniversary. Trevon took out a black card."The three—year agreement is over. Consider this compensation. Let's divorce." Selena's heart wrenched, she couldn't believe he could be so heartless. He just looked at her calmly."Finish this meal, and I'll send you away." She bowed her head in silence, refilling the glass before him. After a sip, Trevon's handsome face paled abruptly. He gripped the chair, biting his lip to stay conscious."Selena... what did you put in my drink?" "Trevon, I'm sorry... I can't accept this. Today is our anniversary. I thought it should be perfect." Selena rose and walked slowly toward him, her figure enchanting in the candlelight. Trevon had never seen her like this. In his memory, his wife was always obedient and sensible, never crossing boundaries, even in bed, they'd wake with a clear divide between them. But today, Selena was a different woman entirely. "Selena, how dare you!" Trevon realized he'd been tricked by this woman he'd always seen as meek. "Trevon, do you know? I'll do anything to achieve my dream..." The woman bit her lip and stepped forward to support him. "Trevon..." Her voice dripped with seduction. Trevon's iron self—control collapsed. He seized her arm, crushing his lips to hers in a brutal kiss. Mind gone, he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her straight to the bedroom. As the night deepened and curtains hung half—drawn, Trevon knocked the bedside lamp to the floor. On the black king—size bed, their figures blurred into an embrace. *** When Selena woke, every muscle ached, but she cast the pain aside. She slipped out the window and fled. A month later, a private hospital confirmed she was two months pregnant. Clutching the ultrasound report, Selena had complicated feelings. She'd only wanted to rebel, stop using contraceptives, make Trevon panic, and show him she wasn't a pawn for his revenge. But now she was pregnant. "Ms. Schmidt," the doctor said,"your constitution is unique. An abortion could render you infertile. If you're certain, sign here and we can schedule the procedure immediately." Selena pressed a hand to her stomach, teeth gritted."I'm not doing it." She was alone in the world, with no family left. The life in her womb must be a heavenly gift, and she vowed to protect it.