He Regretted Kicking Me and Our Babies Away

At the hospital.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Lopez. You're pregnant. The baby looks healthy."

Emily gripped the report tightly. The doctor's words rang in her ears, and her face went blank with shock.

Pregnant? She was stunned-and thrilled. It felt unreal.

Her health had always been fragile, making it difficult to conceive. In the three years since their wedding, her belly had remained flat. She'd carried the guilt of not being able to give her husband a child.

And now, out of nowhere, the universe had decided to give her this gift-right on their third wedding anniversary.

Seeing the joy spread across Emily's face, the doctor continued, "I'll go ahead and set up your file. Make sure to bring the baby's dad with you next time. A lot of things during pregnancy, he needs to hear too."

Stepping out of the exam room, Emily gently laid a hand over her still-flat belly. There's already a little life in here. The overwhelming emotion finally reached her eyes. She blinked quickly.

I have to tell Aaron. Right now!

She instinctively pulled out her phone and tapped the first contact in her list.

But after just one second, the call dropped automatically.

That's odd.

She thought about texting him instead. Her fingers started moving, but halfway through the message, she stopped. Then deleted everything.

No. She wanted to tell him in person.

Walking out of the hospital, she flagged down a cab and gave the driver the address of Aaron's office.

It was right around lunchtime-perfect timing to surprise him and grab a meal together.

When she arrived on his floor, she noticed something off. The secretary's desk, which was usually occupied, was empty. David's probably out for lunch?

She glanced toward the CEO's office and saw the door slightly ajar.

Without thinking twice, she headed straight for it.

She rarely came to his office like this, but today... he'd be happy to see her.

She walked up to the door and raised her hand, about to knock-when a sweet, sugary giggle rang out from inside.

"Come on, just give it to me."

It was a girl's voice-soft, flirtatious.

Emily froze.

Then came a lazy, low male voice.

"Be good, don't make a fuss."

Her pupils shrank.

That voice-she'd never mistake it. It belonged to the man who slept beside her every night.

Aaron Lopez.

Her husband.

Blood surged through her body, boiling hot.

No. No way.

There had to be some kind of misunderstanding.

She forced her emotions down, lowered her hand from the door... and wrapped it around the handle instead.

Then she pushed it open.

The big office fell into an eerie silence. Only the hum of the AC remained.

And in the very first second, Emily saw it.

A woman was perched sideways in a man's lap, eyes wide with innocent surprise, tugging playfully at his tie.

His loose, almost-falling-off tie.

The whole scene was... intimate. Way too intimate.

Emily felt like the blood in her veins reversed direction, rushing to her head. Her voice trembled.

"What are you two doing?"

Aaron's brows knit together instantly, his voice sharp and cold.

"WHAT are you doing here?"

What am I doing here?

Emily bit her lip and swept her gaze across the two of them, her hand still gripping the doorknob so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Aaron gently patted the woman's waist.

"Get up."

She pouted, clearly not wanting to, but finally slid off his lap with a reluctant, "Fine..."

Once she stood up, her full face was in view-And Emily's heart skipped a beat.

She couldn't believe her eyes.