Divorce My Scumbag and Marry The Billionaire CEO

Chapter 1. "Congratulations, ma. You’re pregnant," the doctor said gently, his voice breaking through the silence. Ava’s heart stopped. Her hands gripped the edge of the chair as a cold shiver ran through her body. Instead of joy, confusion clouded her mind. She stared at the doctor, searching his face for a sign that this was a mistake. “Am I… really pregnant?” she whispered, barely able to form the words. “Yes, ma’am,” the doctor confirmed, his tone steady but kind. It was the news she had been waiting to hear for years—news she thought would never come. But instead of joy, a storm of emotions swirled inside her. Six years ago, Ava married Rodriguez. He had nothing when they first met, but their love had been so strong, so all-consuming, that she couldn’t see anything else. Her parents had opposed the marriage fiercely, convinced Rodriguez was using her for the inheritance her grandmother left her. Their efforts to tear them apart only pushed Ava closer to him. She refused to even meet the wealthy man her parents wanted her to marry. Within two years of meeting Rodriguez, she became his wife. Ava’s love and determination fueled their future. She poured her inheritance into starting a shoe company with him, using her sharp mind to build the foundation of their success. In no time, the business flourished, but Ava cared little for wealth. She made Rodriguez the official owner of the company, trusting him completely. But that trust had come at a cost. While she shifted her focus to being a supportive wife and desperately trying to become a mother, cracks began forming in their relationship. The years without a child had created a distance between them that wealth couldn’t fill. Now, holding onto the news of her pregnancy, Ava felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this baby could mend what had broken between them. Maybe it wasn’t too late to fix their life together. In less than forty minutes, Ava left the hospital, her heart brimming with hope. She couldn’t wait to tell Rodriguez the news when he returned from work. As she drove home, her mind replayed the fight they had last night. It had been bitter, and for a moment, Ava thought their marriage was beyond saving. But now, everything would change. This baby was their chance—a lifeline to fix what had been falling apart for so long. The car came to a sudden stop in front of their cream-colored house. Ava glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. A single tear slid down her cheek, quickly followed by another. She tried to smile, but her emotions overwhelmed her. These were tears of joy, tears she wouldn’t let anyone take away from her—not as long as her baby was safe. Wiping her face, she stepped out of the car. Everything would be okay now. There was no reason to cry anymore. But then her eyes fell on Rodriguez’s car parked in front of the entrance. It was odd. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Her steps faltered as questions began to swirl in her mind. Why was he here? Did he already know somehow? Or was this an unexpected twist in her favor? Taking a deep breath, Ava pushed the door open and stepped into the living room. It was empty, but her eyes quickly landed on two wine glasses and an empty bottle on the coffee table. Her heart skipped. Rodriguez had entertained someone here. That wasn’t unusual, but why hadn’t he mentioned it? Lately, they hadn’t spoken much, but even in their strained relationship, something like this should have been shared. Who could it be? Ava’s mind raced, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Then she heard it—a blast of music coming from their bedroom upstairs. “No… no…” she whispered to herself, shaking her head. She tried to rationalize. Rodriguez wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t bring another woman into their home, into their bedroom. Maybe it was a male friend. Maybe it was one of his relatives. But doubts crept in, and Ava couldn’t stop herself. Her legs moved on their own, carrying her up the stairs. Each step felt heavier than the last. She reached the door and pushed it open. The sight hit her like a blow to the chest. The music filled the room, but it wasn’t what drowned her senses. Rodriguez, her husband, was on the bed. His bare back moved rhythmically, his groans mixing with another voice—a voice Ava recognized immediately. “Yes, Rod… harder,” the voice moaned. It was Kimberly. Her younger sister. Ava froze. The world around her seemed to tilt, her vision blurring as disbelief washed over her. They didn’t even notice her standing there. Rodriguez was too lost in his pleasure, and Kimberly... Ava’s breath hitched, her body trembling. The betrayal was right in front of her, undeniable and devastating. “You’re the best, Kim. Never had anyone like you," Rodriguez said in a faint voice, struggling to catch his breath. "What about your wife? My sister?" Kimberly asked, her voice dripping with mockery. "That fool doesn’t compare to you, baby. You’re everything," he replied, a disgusting excitement in his tone, before thrusting again. Ava froze in the doorway, the words slicing through her heart. Her phone slipped from her trembling hand and hit the floor with a sharp clatter. The sound snapped the lovers out of their twisted moment. They turned, startled, their eyes wide with panic. Scrambling to cover their nakedness, they fumbled with sheets, but the damage was done. Ava stood frozen, her breath shallow, her hands shaking. Her mind was a storm of emotions—rage, disbelief, heartbreak. For a fleeting second, she thought about walking downstairs and grabbing a knife. Kimberly lay back on the bed, unbothered, her lips curling into a smug smile as if nothing had happened. "What are you doing here?" Rodriguez stammered, his voice shaky. "I thought you were going to Ella’s place. This... this isn’t what it looks like." "Don’t lie to her, Rod," Kimberly interrupted, kissing him on the lips with deliberate slowness before turning to Ava. She winked, as if taunting her sister was a game. "It’s not what you think, Ava," Rodriguez tried again, his voice desperate. "This... this is our first time." Kimberly let out a mocking laugh. "First time this week, maybe?" she teased, enjoying Ava’s visible pain. Ava’s legs wobbled beneath her, her voice barely a whisper. "I have so many questions, but I can’t even speak," she said, her face pale as if the life was draining out of her. "What’s there to say?" Kimberly said, crossing her arms with a smug shrug. "You knew I was going to take everything you had. I always do." Her words hit Ava like a slap, the cruel truth behind them twisting the knife in her heart even further. "You are my sister, and he is my husband," Ava said, her voice trembling as she fought to keep her anger in check. Her blood boiled, but she refused to explode—not for their sake. She clenched her fists, her eyes darting between Rodriguez and Kimberly. Neither looked the least bit sorry. Rodriguez stood silently, his head slightly bowed, while Kimberly smirked, lounging on the bed like she’d won some grand prize. Ava’s stomach churned. He didn’t even try to stop Kimberly from talking. That silence alone told Ava everything she needed to know. "This is wrong, Kimberly. Didn't you think about that?" Ava’s voice cracked as she spoke, but she held her ground. Kimberly shrugged, her expression cold. "Nobody cares about that. We've been together for two years," she said, her words cutting like a blade. Then, with an almost cruel gleam in her eyes, she added, "And guess what? I’m pregnant. I gave him what you couldn’t." The words echoed in Ava's ears, louder than the pounding of her heart. Her knees almost gave out. She turned to Rodriguez, hoping—praying—it wasn’t true. He nodded, his face devoid of guilt or shame. "Yes," he said, his voice unnervingly calm. "She’s with my child. Things weren’t working between us, so I thought it was best to—" "Stop." Ava’s voice rang out sharply as she raised her hand, silencing him mid-sentence. She couldn’t bear to hear his excuses. The man she had loved and sacrificed everything for was now nothing but a stranger to her—a selfish, ungrateful stranger. She took a shaky breath, her vision blurring with unshed tears. How could she have been so blind? Everything Rodriguez owned—everything he had ever achieved—was because of her. The house, the business, even the bed he was using to betray her. And yet, he had the audacity to act as if she meant nothing. "Stay together," Ava spat, her voice filled with icy resolve. "You deserve each other. Let’s see what you’ll build with a lying sister and a cheating husband." Her tears threatened to spill, but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t cry—not in front of them. "I want a divorce," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. Kimberly smirked again and pointed casually to the table. "Don’t worry about that. He already prepared the papers. They’re right there." Ava’s eyes flicked to the table, where a stack of papers sat mockingly. Her world shattered in that moment, she couldn’t believe it. They had planned everything, and she had been too blind to see it. She had thought that Rodriguez would be happy to hear the news about their baby—the child she had been waiting for. Seven months. That’s how long she had to prepare, to finally have the family she dreamed of. But instead, all her hopes had turned to dust. Rodriguez’s voice broke through her thoughts. “You see, I’m not ungrateful, Ava,” he said, coldly. He didn’t even seem ashamed, even though she had given everything for him—everything. “I’ve offered you five percent of the company’s shares as alimony. But you’ll return everything I ever bought for you, like that expensive jewelry set from Dubai.” Ava stared at him, unable to speak. “Is that what matters to you right now?” she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. He was more concerned with the things he had bought her than the destruction of their life together. “Yes, Ava.” He didn’t even flinch. He was still calm, still heartless. Her hands shook as she picked up her phone from the floor. She signed quickly, her heart breaking with each stroke of the pen. She rushed out of the room, hoping, praying that Rodriguez would come after her, that he would stop her. But he didn’t. No one did. Ava’s phone was cracked, but still functional. She typed out a quick message to her best friend, Ella: I’m coming over. I need to get out of here. Without another thought, Ava ran to her car, her mind a blur. She sped away, faster than she ever had before. The streets blurred as she drove, her thoughts racing. How had she been so blind all these years? She had left Rodriguez and her sister alone together so many times, trusting them—trusting him. They had been more than just brother-in-law and sister-in-law. She had been a fool. The more she tried to piece together the past, the more it twisted in her mind. She could feel herself losing control. It was all too much. She wanted to disappear, to give up, but then she remembered—the baby. The BABY. Her heart skipped. She wasn’t just fighting for herself anymore. There was another life inside her, a life she had to protect. But it was too late. As she tried to steady her breathing, she lost focus. A truck came barreling toward her, and in that split second, everything went black.