When my husband transferred money to his first love for the hundredth time, I made a decision I never imagined I would—I ended the pregnancy of the child he had been so eager for.
It happened just half an hour earlier. Sanz Curtis had finally come home to celebrate my birthday, something he hadn't done in a long time. But right in the middle of it, his phone rang. It was his first love, Cassandra, and her coy voice filled the room as she said, "You promised to compensate me 15,000 dollars for spending that time with her. Now that you’re celebrating her birthday, you should double it!"
Without hesitation, Sanz transferred a million dollars from our savings – the money we had set aside to buy a house for our baby – straight to her. He didn’t even blink.
A few minutes later, Cassandra posted a screenshot of the transfer along with an ultrasound image of her pregnancy. The caption read: “After three years together, we've finally been blessed with the fruit of our love. Thanks to my dear husband for the wonderful gift for our baby~”
In less than three minutes, Sanz made an excuse and rushed out of the house, leaving me alone on my birthday. In the past, I might have panicked, begged him to stay, or even cried. But this time, something in me shifted. I didn’t care anymore.
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By the time Sanz came back, the movers had just finished taking the last of my things. Having just undergone the abortion, I couldn’t stand upright for long, so I sat on the sofa, quietly directing the workers as they carried my belongings.
Sanz frowned in confusion when he saw them. "What’s going on here?" he asked with his sharp voice.
I didn’t even look at him, my focus entirely on the movers as they took the last boxes downstairs.
After a moment, he seemed to realize what was happening. He grabbed a box from one of the movers, his face full of anger. "Are you crazy? Why are you packing up my stuff?"
It was almost laughable. The box he was so worried about didn’t even contain his things. On top of it was a high school graduation photo, it was mine. He had probably forgotten that we were high school classmates. His own graduation photo had been cut up and thrown out long ago when he left me for Cassandra back then.
I stayed silent, watching as the realization began to settle on his face. He quickly put the box down, trying to cover up his confusion.
"You’re mad, aren’t you?" he said, his tone softening as he sat beside me. "There was really an urgent issue at work. I came home as soon as I could, didn’t I?"
In the past, whenever he called me "honey," my resolve would crumble. I had been in love with him for eight long years before we finally got together. And during our marriage, I had always given in to him, bending at the slightest hint of his displeasure.
But after finding out I was three months pregnant, only to discover he had been cheating on me for three years, I was done. Exhausted.
Sanz noticed that I wasn’t reacting the way I usually did. He moved closer, his charming eyes searching my face for a hint of emotion. "I found a new fertility drug," he said eagerly. "If you take it, we can get pregnant again quickly. Let’s give it a try!"
Having a child had been his greatest wish for the last five years. We had tried everything, from medications to treatments, but nothing had worked. He had been desperate for a baby.
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He still didn’t know.
“Sanz, I had a miscarriage. Just last night.”
Our relationship had always seemed stable, or at least that’s what I had believed. The only regret I carried was that we had been married for so long without having a child to call our own.
Then, on my birthday, I received the news that I was three months pregnant. When I held the ultrasound report in my hands, they trembled with excitement. I envisioned a beautiful surprise: hiding the report inside a cake and unveiling the joyous news to Sanz.
However, before I could even slice into the cake, everything changed. I stumbled upon the messages on his phone between him and Cassandra.
For three whole years, their contact had never stopped.
Sanz had sent money to her 99 times on PayPal. Last night marked the 100th time.
But this time, it wasn’t just any amount. He had transferred all of the savings we had carefully set aside for our baby to Cassandra.
At that moment, the joy I had been carrying inside me felt like a cruel joke. I was three months pregnant and excited about our future, but he had been cheating on me for three years. The betrayal felt utterly ridiculous.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Sanz jumped up from his seat, his knuckles turning white from the tension. He didn’t ask why I hadn’t confronted him earlier. Not a single question.
He froze, his smile faltering as he processed my words.
Last night, I called him multiple times, desperate to reach him, but he never picked up. He had claimed he was busy with work, too swamped to talk. Yet I had seen the truth – on social media, no less. Sanz had rushed to a private hospital to accompany Cassandra for her prenatal check-up.
Cassandra had posted the news proudly, though she had made sure the post was visible only to me. The picture showed Sanz resting his head on her belly, listening to the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. She had written: “My dear husband just heard the baby’s heartbeat~ From now on, both of you will spoil me together.”
Even though his face wasn’t fully visible in the picture, his tall frame and distinct profile were unmistakable. Classmates even commented, asking if it was her husband in the photo, saying how perfect they looked together. And some, recognizing Sanz, had messaged me to ask if everything was okay.
I hadn’t responded to any of them. Instead, I packed my things and went straight to the hospital to end my pregnancy.
Chapter 2I had given Sanz countless chances, but each time, he chose to give up on us.
"Enough, Kayren!"
Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pinned me onto the sofa. His eyes flared with frustration. "Five years of marriage and no pregnancy, and now you're lying about being pregnant just to get my attention!"
"I was just busy for a bit, and you're acting like it's the end of the world!"
"Busy?" I laughed bitterly, pulling out my phone. I tossed it in his face, letting the messages do the talking.
"Busy having a baby with someone else, right?"
Sanz's expression darkened. He opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say anything, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and, without hesitation, answered.
"What's wrong?" he asked, softening his voice immediately.
On the other end, Cassandra's tearful voice rang out.
"Honey, I’m about to have a miscarriage! Please, come save me!"
“Damn it!” Sanz cursed under his breath, throwing all my packed things back at me as he spoke gently to her. "Hold on, I’m on my way."
Without even looking at me, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
“You wait until I get back. We’ll talk properly then.”
And just like that, he left, never glancing back—not even noticing the blood still trailing down my legs from the miscarriage. I stared at the closed door, a wave of coldness washing over me. For the first time, I didn’t chase after him. I didn’t beg or cry like I used to. Instead, I stood still, wondering what I had been holding onto all these years.
Three minutes later, a notification pinged on my phone. Sanz had sent me a voice message:
"I’ll explain everything about Cassandra, but don’t think you can run. Wherever you go, I’ll drag you back."
Hearing his words, a surge of sadness washed over me.
Eight years of unrequited love. Five years of marriage. And in the end, all I got was a threat.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I sent a message to a lawyer I knew.
"Hello, I want to file for divorce, as soon as possible."
After handling that, I dragged my weakened body to the traffic police department. Even though I was acting tough, I was in big pain. I was hit by a car earlier.
The police then told me that they had found the car that hit me earlier—it was an unlicensed pink Maserati. When they showed me the surveillance footage, I recognized the familiar figure behind the wheel. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I called up an old friend.
"Get some people together and help me settle a score. I’ll pay you 100,000 once it’s done."
I wasn’t going to let either the cheating scumbag or the reckless driver get away with it.
I had heard Cassandra used Sanz's money to open a beauty salon for high-end clients. When I arrived, parked right outside among the luxury cars was the unmistakable pink Maserati—the very car Cassandra had bought with the million dollars Sanz had "compensated" her with. And the first thing she did after getting that car was come after me.
My lips curled into a cold sneer as I turned to the security team I brought along.
"Smash it."
Without hesitation, they followed my command. Even before I finished speaking, the first hammer had already come crashing down, leaving a deep dent. The car alarm blared, drawing the attention of everyone inside the salon.
Soon, the clients came rushing outside, but not one of them dared to intervene. It seemed they were all well aware that Cassandra was nothing more than a shameless mistress. They kept their distance, silently watching.
Moments later, Cassandra herself came running out, clearly having just finished with a wealthy client. She hadn’t even taken off her gloves. The moment she saw me, she tried to charge forward, but my bodyguards quickly blocked her.
"Are you insane? You, an old hag, dare to destroy my car? This is private property! I’ll call the police and have you arrested!" she shouted, her voice shrill with anger.
I calmly threw Sanz's transfer records in her face.
"I'm still married to him. It’s my money and my car. What’s wrong with smashing it?"
Cassandra was momentarily speechless. She gritted her teeth, quickly pulling out her phone as if clinging to her last hope. She dialed Sanz several times, but not a single call went through.
By now, the high-end clients were beginning to understand the situation. I could hear them whispering in disdain.
"She looked so respectable, but she’s just a mistress?"
"Using another woman’s husband’s money to buy a car? She got what she deserved!"
I smiled, nodding in agreement.
"And that’s not all!"
With a flick of my wrist, I scattered the screenshots showing Cassandra behind the wheel of her Maserati, hitting me that very morning.
"Not only did she use my husband’s money to buy this car, but she also tried to kill me with it!"
Chapter 3The moment those words left my mouth, the expressions of the wealthy clients shifted instantly.
One of the clients, who had just been served by Cassandra, was so furious that she slapped her across the face.
"I can’t believe I let this mistress touch me. How revolting!"
"Mrs. Vasquez, it’s not true! Don’t believe her lies. She’s the real mistress!" Cassandra pointed at me with trembling hands.
"Don’t you know? The one who isn’t loved is the actual mistress! What she’s doing makes her no better than one! I’ve known Sanz way longer than she has!" She added.
Her voice grew more hysterical as she continued.
"We’ve been in love for so long! If it weren’t for her, Sanz would’ve married me a long time ago! She’s the one who ruined everything!"
Her outburst was almost laughable to me.
"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow and slapped her across the face, hard.
"You seduced my husband, caused my car accident, and made me lose my baby. Tell me, which of these am I wrong about?"
As I spoke, a sharp pain radiated from my abdomen, reminding me of everything I had endured. I hadn’t been sure about terminating the pregnancy at first—after all, I had longed for a child for years. But then, on my way to the hospital, out of nowhere, a car hit me. Blood poured from me, and by the time I reached the hospital, it was too late. I had no choice but to undergo the abortion. I lost the baby.
Cassandra’s cruelty wouldn’t go unpunished!
As we argued, the pink Maserati outside was already beyond recognition, smashed to pieces. My friend’s team, motivated by the fact they were dealing with a mistress, was more enthusiastic than ever. Some of them stormed into the beauty salon. Soon, the digital sign outside had been altered to read:
"Owner Cassandra: Proud Mistress, Dedicated to Helping Legitimate Wives Expand Their Families!"
The salon staff had never seen anything like it. Screams filled the air as more and more people gathered outside, snapping photos and whispering to each other.
Cassandra’s face was red with rage. Desperate, she whipped out her phone to call Sanz. This time, he answered.
"Baby, I’m being bullied! Come to the salon and help me!" she whined. After a brief exchange, the call ended.
Cassandra glared at me with disdain, her voice laced with arrogance.
"You old hag, you had the guts to bring people here and cause trouble? Just wait and see what happens!"
I crossed my arms and gave her an indifferent look.
"Let’s see who’ll be the one waiting."