He Married Me with Ulterior Motives—So I Rained Down Hell on HimChapter 1
Early in my pregnancy, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I walked in on my fiancé and my best friend tangled in bed—the bed meant for our wedding night.
Neither of them showed a shred of remorse. Instead, my fiancé humiliated me further by publicly calling off our engagement, turning me into the laughingstock of everyone we knew.
Just when I thought I had hit rock bottom, Ian Seymour, my childhood friend, suddenly dropped to one knee before me.
“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he said. “I’ll take responsibility. I’ll be the father of your child and I promise to protect you both for the rest of my life.”
In an effort to reassure me, Ian took me to register our marriage that very day and even arranged a grand wedding ceremony for me.
I thought I had found my salvation. But at eight months pregnant, I overheard a conversation between Ian and my ex-fiancé, Jaime Ashton, that shattered my illusions.
“You actually married Zara just to use the baby’s cord blood to save Trish? Aren’t you afraid she’ll find out and go berserk?” Jaime asked.
Ian scoffed, completely unfazed. “You just need to know that I’ll do whatever it takes to save Trish.”
My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone and dialed the hospital.
“Hello, I’d like to schedule an abortion.”
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Even after ending the call, my hands were still shaking.
“You’re crazy and… scarier than I thought,” Jaime sneered, swirling the liquor in his glass as he studied Ian with disdain.
Ian’s expression darkened, his grip tightening around his own glass.
“If you hadn’t let Zara catch you and Trish together, I wouldn’t have had to resort to this. You think I enjoy looking at her bloated, whale-like figure every day?” Ian downed his drink, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust and resentment.
Jaime’s gaze flickered. “Aren’t you worried she won’t agree to donate the cord blood once she finds out?”
“Trish is running out of time,” he added his voice grim.
At the mention of Trish, Ian's expression turned cold, his gaze sharp with determination. “I’m her legal husband. If Trish needs the cord blood, I can sign the authorization anytime.”
A chill ran down my spine, my entire body shaking.
So that was the truth behind Ian’s rush to marry me. I wasn’t his wife. I was nothing more than a resource, a means to keep Trish Barton alive.