After Ten Anniversaries, I Discovered He Cheated Five Years Ago1
On our tenth wedding anniversary, I got two reports—one, I was finally pregnant. The other… I had cancer.
Ironically, at the happiest moment of my life, I received the most painful news.
With trembling hands, I called my husband—only for a child to pick up the phone.
In a soft and innocent tone, he asked, “Who are you? Why are you calling my daddy?”
Enduring my grief, I asked back, “What’s your daddy’s name?”
A moment later, the answer came from the other end of the line—my husband’s name.
Hearing it felt like I had fallen straight into an icy abyss.
It turned out my husband had long ago started another family...
And he was not looking forward to the child growing in my belly!
With that brutal truth came my decision.
Since he already had another family, then I would leave him and keep my child!
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Agnes’s POV
I looked at my phone. It was still connected to the call. Even with my mind made up, the question I asked almost choked me.
“Where’s your daddy right now?”
The little boy on the other end paused, thinking, before answering in a singsong child’s voice. “Daddy’s with Mommy. They’re throwing me a party at the Clarion Hotel for my fifth birthday.”
The words hit me square in the chest.
The Clarion was the finest hotel in Belvedere City.
In our circle, unless we hosted the celebration at home, it was the place to go.
And now Ridley Swicord was throwing a grand party there—for his mistress and their illegitimate child…
Where did that leave me?
The question drained the color from my face.
The next second, I hung up and drove straight toward the hotel.
Inside my car, the familiar trinkets swayed gently from the mirror, pulling me back through the years.
Ridley and I had been married for ten years. Our relationship had always been good.
But because I’d never been able to conceive, even with our families equally matched in status, his mother had gradually begun to look down on me.
I’d swallowed countless bitter herbal tonics to nourish my body, endured appointment after appointment at the hospital—anything just to give him a child.
Every time he saw me in pain, Ridley would look more stricken than I was.
He would pull me in his arms, telling me not to put myself through that anymore—that even if we never had children, he wouldn’t mind.
“If you really want a child,” he’d say, “I’d rather adopt one than see you suffer.”