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That evening, Marcus came home late as expected, reeking of women\u2019s perfume.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cClient dinner, had a few drinks.\u201d He hiccupped, \u201cBabe, I\u2019m gonna grab a shower first.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
While he was in the bathroom, I went through his phone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rain: [Babe, checkup went perfect! Doctor says we can tell the gender now-it\u2019s a boy!]\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marcus replied: [That\u2019s amazing! I have a son! I\u2019ll take you baby shopping tomorrow.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rain: [You\u2019re the best, I love you so much!]\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marcus: [Love you and our little guy too. Once he\u2019s born, we\u2019ll finally be \u00e0 real family.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
Reading their disgusting lovey-dovey messages made me want to puke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They had it all planned out-just waiting for the legal wife to disappear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not happening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I put his phone back exactly where I found it and plastered on an innocent smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Marcus came out of the shower, I went up to massage his shoulders.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou work so hard, honey. All these client dinners must be exhausting.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He enjoyed my attention, a smug look flashing in his eyes. \u201cIt\u2019s all for our future.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, by the way,\u201d I said casually, \u201cI noticed that receptionist at your office today-she looked pretty pregnant. So young to already have a baby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marcus\u2019s body went rigid. \u201cReally? I hadn\u2019t noticed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLooked like she was pretty far along too, maybe three or four months.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cKids these days, don\u2019t know how to protect themselves.\u201d He scrambled for something to say.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smirked internally while keeping up my concerned act. \u201cYeah, I hope her boyfriend\u2019s the responsible type. Would be awful if he just left her hanging.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure he\u2019ll do right by her.\u201d Marcus was starting to sweat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The next day, I had my PI continue tracking them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sure enough, Marcus took Rain to some high-end baby boutique, the two of them cozying up while picking out nursery stuff.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the photos, Marcus had one arm around Rain\u2019s waist, the other hand on her belly, looking at her with the same tenderness he used to show me when we were newlyweds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even worse-they hit up a jewelry store afterward, where he bought Rain a twenty-thousand-dollar diamond ring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I remembered when we got married, I told him not to spend too much on my ring. He nearly cried from gratitude.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now he\u2019s dropping twenty grand on his side piece?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I saved every single photo as divorce evidence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That afternoon, I headed to the shopping district where Rain liked to hang out, using clothes shopping as my excuse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I spotted her quickly at a coffee shop, chatting with her friend.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grabbed a corner table within earshot and listened in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRain, are you sure about this? He\u2019s married,\u201d her friend said worriedly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what? He doesn\u2019t even love his wife-he only stays with her because her family\u2019s loaded.\u201d Rain\u2019s voice was full of disdain. \u201cHe said once I have his son, he\u2019ll find an excuse to divorce her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut what if he\u2019s just playing you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not. Look how good he treats me.\u201d Rain flashed her hand smugly. \u201cThis ring cost twenty thousand, plus he bought me a house. You think he\u2019d spend all that if he wasn\u2019t serious?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her friend still looked worried. \u201cBut if his wife finds out\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what if she does?\u201d Rain rubbed her belly triumphantly. \u201cI\u2019ve got his son-that\u2019s my ace in the hole. Men always want their own bloodline. He won\u2019t abandon us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBesides, that old hag\u2019s been married to him for three years and hasn\u2019t popped out a single kid. I got pregnant right away with his son-who do you think he\u2019s gonna choose?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing \u201cold hag,\u201d I nearly lost it right there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Twenty-eight makes me an old hag?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I bit back my rage and kept listening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cHe promised me that once the baby\u2019s born, he\u2019ll go public with our relationship and make me the real Mrs. Zenith.\u201d Rain\u2019s eyes were dreamy. \u201cThen I\u2019ll be a proper rich wife-never have to kiss ass again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that Vivian Hartwell woman know about you yet?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not. Marcus is such a good actor at home-never slips up.\u201d Rain smirked. \u201cBut even if she knew, so what? I\u2019ve got the son, she doesn\u2019t. I\u2019m the winner here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Enough!\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t take another second of this crap. I got up and walked out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside, I called my dad.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, it\u2019s time to move.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019ve pushed me too far. Time to show them what happens when you cross the Hartwells!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, you\u2019ve got my full support. We start tomorrow.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hung up and stared at the sunset, revenge burning hot in my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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