Love Left Me WanderingBOOK1-Chapter 1
After five years of marriage, Sean Carter was betrayed fifty-two times.
I endured it all in silence.
Until I was nine months pregnant.
It started with his secretary offending an important client. To keep the deal intact, Sean Carter— my husband — demanded I apologize on his behalf by joining them for drinks.
I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm pregnant. You want me to drink? What if something happens—"
He cut me off impatiently. "It's just a drink, not to take your life."
Annoyed by my hesitation, he encouraged them to keep pouring drinks down my throat.
The fiery alcohol scorched my throat, triggering premature labour.
While I fought for my life in the hospital, he spent the night with his secretary in the countryside villa.
When I woke up after delivering the baby, I turned to my mother-in-law. "Mom, you promised me — have the baby, and I could leave. Can I go now?"
Her face twisted with conflict and guilt. "Aria, won’t you give him one last chance? He—"
Before she could finish, the hospital room TV blared with breaking news.
The screen showed Sean holding a woman draped in his jacket as they exited a car. She leaned against his chest, her face flushed with something more than just warmth.
Though her body was mostly covered, the camera caught a tantalizing glimpse of her bare thigh, dotted with suspicious red marks.
No explanation was needed. It didn't take much to know that the two of them had just experienced a heated battle in the car.
A reporter's voice filled the room: "Sean Carter, CEO of the Carter Group, was spotted with a mysterious woman…"
When my mother-in-law saw this news, she was so furious that her chest rose and fell strongly, her breathing was rapid, and her whole body was filled with anger. Anger contorted her face, but when her gaze landed on me, it softened into guilt and sorrow.
Tears welled in her eyes. She struggled to speak but then choked out, "Fine. I’ll help you with the divorce."
Look at her choking and wiping tears, my heart like something blocked, pain pricked at my chest, sharp and relentless. Still, I held firm. "Thank you, Mom."
I hadn’t even looked at the child I’d just birthed. All I knew was that he weighed four pounds and five ounces, with pale, delicate skin — and looked like me.
A nurse approached. I was told to go and see him, to see the baby I had fought so hard to give birth to.