On her wedding night, Lucilla was drugged by her mother-in-law and sent to a strange man's room. As for the bridegroom, he spent a wild night with the bridesmaid. Fuming with anger, she divorced her husband and left the country. Meanwhile, she found out herself pregnant. Five years later, she came back with the baby and ran into a man, whose features looked like her son. As a result, she was forced to get married to the man. Neither of them expected to fall in love with each other in this marriage. He gave her the privilege to reign and rule in his heart like a queen.
As soon as Lucilla got a call from her husband, she ran with a cheery smile, holding the pregnancy test report in her hand. Panting, she reached the doorstep. One could tell she was overjoyed. "Honey, I'm pregna...."
Andrew cut her off. "Let's divorce!" he announced.
Pushing his suitcase, Andrew didn't even bother to enter inside. He threw the divorce agreement at Lucilla, his expression icy cold.
A woman was sitting on the suitcase, flaunting her beauty. Her curly hair fell on her cheeks, adding more beauty. Her red lips curved in a barely perceptible smile.
This woman was none other than Alina. Touching her belly, she said in a timid little voice, "Lucilla, I am having a child with Andrew."
Lucilla had just returned from the hospital. The smell of disinfectant still lingered on her body. Clenching her fists in anger, she spat out, "What! Are you kidding me?"
Andrew and Lucilla had been childhood sweethearts. Two months ago, they had decided to marry and make their relationship official. Alina was her only bridesmaid.
After their wedding night, Andrew had gone on a business trip abroad. However, it was almost like he had disappeared ever since. Nobody heard anything from him. As uneasy feeling crept on her, she decided to confide on her best friend Alina. To her surprise, Alina had disappeared too.
Now, they had returned together and was giving her the shock of her life.
They were having a child!
"Lucilla, we have been together for so many years. And you know very well I have never treated you badly. I think it would be best if we part ways in a decent manner!" Andrew handed her a check. His face was still expressionless. "Here's five million. And you can keep this house. It's all yours," he said in a slightly haughty way.
"Decent?" Lucilla repeated. She was stupefied by the news.
Andrew had asked her for a divorce!
And to make things worse, it was for Alina's sake!
They were having a child. It was too much to take.
"Andrew, what have I done to deserve this? If she is the one you love, why did you marry me?" Lucilla took a step forward and grabbed Alina's wrist. Her eyes were burning with rage. "My best friend is pregnant with my husband's child! How does it feel to spoil your best friend's life? You think this is funny? Being a mistress, a home wrecker?" she spat out angrily.
"Ah! Don't harm my baby," Alina wailed. She stumbled down from her suitcase and fell into Andrew's arms. Trembling with fear, she complained, "Andrew, my belly hurts..."
His face turned red with anger. He slapped Lucilla right across her face and asked, "Why are you so vicious?"
"Am I the vicious one here?" she retorted back and gave a little laugh. Gritting her teeth, she slapped the pregnancy test on his face. She was devastated. Her bottom lip quivered and tears started in her eyes. "Andrew, I'm pregnant, too!"
"What?"
His face was white with fury. He tore the paper into a million pieces. "Why do I care if you are pregnant or not? It's none of my business after all!" he spat out angrily.
"You!" Lucilla shouted and raised her hand in a frenzy of rage.
"I never touched you!" Andrew's eyes were brimming with coldness. "Take this bastard to your lover!" he added.
"What are you talking about?" She was in a state of shock.
"Lucilla, could you please stop pretending? Andrew and I don't want to hurt you. But you are making this difficult for us," Alina said, tears streaking down her face. She went on, "I really feel sorry for Andrew. He loves you so much, but you chose to sleep with another man on your wedding night. If Aunt Zoe hadn't managed to keep this from the public... What do you still expect from Andrew under the circumstance?"
As Lucilla heard these words, she stood frozen.
'With another man?' She turned pale and started to shiver. Wasn't it Andrew who had slept with her that night?
She hadn't drunk that day. However, she fell asleep overcome by fatigue. Although she was tired, she knew it when she was having sex with a man that night. She simply assumed it was Andrew because it was their wedding day!
She realized perhaps the tea prepared by her mother-in-law had something to do with her tiredness.
"There was something wrong with the tea sent by mom," explained Lucilla in a hurry
Before she could go on, Andrew cut her off. "Shut up!" "Lucilla, now you wish to put all the blame on my mother! If it weren't for her, your nude photos would be all over the world by now!"
Lucilla found herself in a helpless situation.
She wasn't doing anything wrong by defending herself!
Still, he wouldn't believe even a word she said.
And it seemed to be the undeniable fact that she indeed slept with another man.
"Okay, I'll sign it."
In the end, Lucilla conceded and signed the divorce agreement. She tore up the pregnancy test report and threw it on their faces. "Remember! What you did is considered marital infidelity!" she said to Andrew. Turning her attention to Alina, she said, "You are a shameless mistress! You both are terrible people."
Then she fled the scene, not once looking behind. She headed straight to the hospital. Leaning against the door of the obstetrics and gynecology department, she said, "Doctor, I want to get an abortion done."
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