"You're pregnant, congratulations, Mrs. Worwick."The doctor's words had left me stunned.

Pregnant? That's insane!

As I drove home, I began to feel all sorts of emotions; Panic, fear, anxiety but also, a lot of happiness. I had always wanted to be a mother, but that didn't take away from the fact that it was terrifying.

I got home and started preparing a special dinner for my husband, I wanted to give him the news in the nicest way possible, and what better way to do it than with a delicious dinner?

I took care of absolutely everything, I even put candles on the table to make it look more elegant. I was very, very anxious. Maybe it's because of the pregnancy, but I couldn't help but notice that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. But, I decided not to pay attention to it, nothing would ruin this moment, nothing.

When my husband arrived, it was already past midnight. I wasn't surprised at all, because he always works very hard to keep his company afloat.

"My love!"I exclaimed with emotion"You're here, Daven!"Like a little girl, I threw myself into his arms, kissing him. A kiss that he returned instantly, despite being exhausted.

"I'm sorry I'm late, doll." "He replied, while gently stroking my cheek. I shook my head, giving him a smile". It doesn't matter, I made dinner. And I have great news to tell you!"I said with utter happiness, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, but before he could respond; his cell phone rang.

I noticed how he looked at the screen and his face turned somber.

"I'm sorry, honey, I have to take this call."He didn't give me a chance to respond, he went outside the house and answered his call. I couldn't hear what he was saying, because he was speaking very softly, but there was something in his voice, it was surprisingly gentle.

Barely five minutes later, he came back in, grabbed his keys, and looked at me.

"Don't wait up for me tonight."That's all he said before leaving, leaving me in shock.

What the hell was that?

The discomfort inside me increased, as did my anxiety. But, I trusted my husband, it was surely a work emergency. Yes, I'm sure of that.

That night my husband didn't come home to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I looked at my phone; I didn't have a single message from my husband. I turned on the television and put on the news, that's a habit, it's always good to know what's happening in the world.

I was going to make myself a coffee but I stopped when I heard the news of the day.

«The actress Marizza Lancaster has returned to London».

I knew that name perfectly well, that woman... She's my husband's first love. That feeling of unease only increased even more. My husband didn't come home last night and I couldn't help but remember how he left as soon as he received that call. But, he wasn't with her, was he?

«Not only that! She was seen at the airport with a mysterious man, could he be her partner?»

I watched the television screen and there he was, my husband, next to his first love. His arm was around her waist as he guided her away from the fans. You couldn't see his face, but a woman knows her husband and that man was Daven.

The tightness in my chest made it difficult to breathe, my mind began to play tricks on me.

«He didn't come last night because he was having sex with her».

«You always knew you were just a replacement».

«No matter what you do, you'll never measure up».

I tried to ignore those intrusive thoughts and went to work. It's my husband's same company, as I'm his assistant.

Upon arriving, I got to work. I haven't seen my husband since he left last night, nor have I seen him now because he has been busy in meeting after meeting. But it's frustrating, because all my coworkers were talking about Marizza.

«Miss Lancaster has returned, do you think she will finally marry the boss?»

«She is so beautiful, I'm jealous!»

«I think they're back together, because he picked her up at the airport last night!»

Hearing them say that, it was like receiving a dagger after another in my heart but, I couldn't blame them, the truth is that no one knows about my marriage to Daven, except our close friends and family. He wanted it that way, and I respected it.

I grabbed some papers that needed to be signed and walked to my husband's office, which had the door ajar.

Inside I could see Daven, behind his desk signing papers and, in front of him, were the twins Caleb and James. Who are business partners and are also Daven's best friends.

I shouldn't, but I couldn't help but listen to what they were saying.

"Don't lie to us, man, we all saw the news today. You went to pick up Marizza as soon as she arrived! Tell us, do you still like her, right?"

My heart rate was increasing, I needed to hear my husband deny that assumption but, instead, he responded with another question.

"Why? Do you like her?"Daven blurted out, his tone was humorous, but I didn't overlook the fact that he avoided that question.

"Of course I like her." "Caleb replied, with an arrogant smile. "But she's your girl, and I respect that."

«His girl...» I felt like I was going to throw up, until I heard James' voice.

"Stop saying stupid things, Caleb, Daven is married to Evangeline."He reminded, his tone sounded frustrated, as if he was annoyed that his brother was making assumptions about his friend.

I felt slightly relieved, until...

"Don't come at me with that, James, Daven only married Evangeline because Marizza left him standing at the altar. Otherwise he never would have turned to look at her. I mean, have you seen her? She's nothing compared to Marizza."

God, I wanted to cry.

"Besides, you're not seeing the obvious. Daven went to pick up Marizza as soon as she returned."I saw how his eyes searched for Daven, seeking confirmation, but he continued to not respond. "They say that the longer you're apart, the stronger the feelings become, I wouldn't be surprised if you've fucked her."

As soon as I heard those words, I couldn't stand it and entered the place. I was furious and I think they noticed because both brothers backed away at my venomous gaze.

I didn't acknowledge them, I went to my husband and I couldn't help but notice that he had an expensive and very nice suit. A suit that wasn't the one he was wearing last night, my blood was boiling.

I threw the papers on his desk and he looked up, observing me with his stoic face, but I knew him too well to know that he was bewildered by my action.

"Sign them, now."I ordered, which was ironic because he was the boss.He said nothing, began to sign the papers and returned them to me, I took them and left the place.

Not without first hearing them say.

"Shit... Do you think she heard what we said?"

I returned to my station, I could swear I was steaming from the ears.

I sat at my desk, starting to work.

"Marizza this, Marizza that, like she's such a big deal." I grumbled to myself, not knowing someone was listening.

"I think someone's jealous of Marizza." I turned around, irritated, but calmed down when I realized it was Blake, Daven's half-brother, and my best friend.

Blake and I had gone to classes together since kindergarten and everything that followed, thanks to him I met my husband.

"Screw you, idiot." I spat, leaning back in my chair. He simply laughed while raising both hands in surrender. "I saw the news." He commented, while lighting a cigarette.

"I figured, did you come to flatter Marizza too?" I said sarcastically, while crossing my arms. He smiled mockingly, while exhaling smoke in my direction. "Actually, I just wanted to check that you weren't crying like a loser." He mocked, and I hit him.

"You're the loser!" I retorted and the idiot laughed out loud.

Even when he's an imbecile, Blake always knows how to calm my stress, even if it's with sarcastic comments as he always does.

"Doll." I shuddered when I heard that voice, I turned around and there was Daven, arms crossed and jaw clenched tightly, as if he was upset. "Let's go home." He ordered and I nodded.

"See you later, Blake." I said goodbye, approaching my husband.

We left the company and got into the car, the place was silent and I was dying to yell at him, but I wanted him to explain everything first.

"What were you talking about with my brother?" He questioned, as he started driving.

Seriously? There's a photo of you with another woman all over the internet, but you're worried about what I talked about with your brother? Very mature.

"We were talking about Marizza coming back." He tensed up. "And how you went to pick her up at the airport. While we're at it, you didn't come home last night. Oh, and I didn't miss that you're not wearing the same clothes as yesterday. What are you waiting for? Explain it, now." I said furiously.

He frowned, while squeezing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"It's not what you think, Evangeline."

"Oh, no? Because I think it's exactly what I think. Last night you left, you didn't come home, the paparazzi took pictures of you with your ex-girlfriend, AND YOU'RE NOT WEARING THE CLOTHES FROM YESTERDAY!"

"FINE!" He shouted, upset. "It looks bad, I know. But she called me to pick her up, nothing more."

"Are you telling me that an actress of her caliber can't afford a chauffeur to take her home? How stupid do you think I am, Daven?!" I raised my voice and he sighed frustrated.

"I was just going to pick her up so no one would find out she had returned to London. I don't know what happened or who told the press, but I swear nothing happened between us." Despite his frustration and my doubts, I could see the truth in his eyes and the sincerity behind his words. I sighed and buried my face in my hands.

"That doesn't explain why you didn't come home to sleep and it doesn't explain why you don't have the same clothes as the day before." I insisted.

"Evangeline." Daven took my hands, pulling them away from my face, his eyes landed on mine; observing me seriously, as if he didn't like that I doubted him. "After dropping her off at her house, I went back to work. I had things to take care of and that's why I didn't come home. Today, in the morning, I had to go to a meeting of investors and that's why I asked James to buy me a new suit." He informed me. "If you don't believe me, you can see the company's cameras, I was always there, doll."

A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I hid my face in his neck.

"Even so, I don't like you picking up women. Much less her, don't do it again, Daven." I pleaded, he buried his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent.

"I'm sorry I made you doubt me, doll, it won't happen again, I promise." He verbalized with certainty and I finally calmed down, I sought comfort in his embrace and he didn't push me away.

"I'm sorry I accused you of something you didn't do. But don't ever do something like that again!" I scolded him and he smiled. "Never again, I promise."

We never touched on the subject of Marizza again. The next day, Daven used his influence and managed to eliminate that news and also made sure that our employees stopped gossiping.

I felt relieved, but this peace was only the calm before the storm.

A week had passed since Marizza returned, and luckily for me, nothing changed between Daven and me.

He was still my attentive husband, he was magnificent, I almost came to believe that Marizza's return would not affect our marriage, almost.

Because she was constantly calling him, to the point that Daven had to turn off his phone.

Whenever we went out to dinner, we would very "casually" find her in the same places. She was still beautiful, I mean, she is a high-caliber actress with millions of dollars in her pocket, everyone is beautiful with that sum in their wallet.

Even so, every time she came to our sector, my Daven focused solely on me. And I could see the irritation behind Marizza's surgically enhanced face, even when she pretended to be nice.

Right now, I am driving to the Worwick mansion. My husband had called me, saying that a family dinner was going to take place and we should go. He had business to attend to first, so I arrived first.

As always, my in-laws greeted me with open arms.

We began to chat about trivial things, until I heard the door open and I was shocked. There was Daven and next to him was Marizza. Who was wearing a stunning red dress and her brown hair was loose to her waist, she was smiling victoriously, as if she knew something I didn't. Behind them was Blake, who was also watching this with amusement.

Seeing them, my in-laws changed their joy and their expressions became somber.

Certainly, in the past they adored her, until she broke Daven's heart and, since then, they hate her.

The discomfort inside me was increasing as I watched them.

"Daven?" I smiled uncomfortably, wanting an explanation, he simply looked at me coldly, something he had never done before. I saw Marizza snuggle into his chest, smiling, and how Daven wrapped his arms around her in a protective hug.

I think I'm going to throw up.

Daven's parents noticed my discomfort and stood up, in front of me; protecting me.

"What are you doing, Daven? You can't hug another woman who isn't your wife like that, especially this one!" My father-in-law pointed contemptuously at Marizza, who pretended to be scared, hiding in Daven's arms.

My husband became irritated by his father's words towards Marizza, hugged her tightly and said.

"I'm hugging my wife." He stated, while I felt like I was going to faint at any moment.

"W-What?" I managed to say.

He looked at me with hatred, while his hands brazenly caressed every curve of Marizza's body, who was watching me mockingly.

"What you heard, Marizza should have been my wife from the beginning and you know it. And she would have been my wife, if you hadn't paid men to hold her back on our wedding day!" He accused me and I stepped back.

How did he know that? Yes, I certainly thought about doing that but I didn't.

"That's not true!" I defended myself. "Why would I do that?"

I heard a fake sob from Marizza.

"She did it to take my place." She spoke between crocodile tears, Daven softened and wiped away her tears. "No, doll, no one will take your place by my side, no one."

I could feel my heart breaking at that confession of love for her, tears filled my face and I could feel everyone's eyes on me.

I quickly looked for Blake, I had told him about my plan, but it was just a joke. I never carried it out.

"Blake! Please, tell him! Yes, I joked about it but I never did it, you know it, you were with me all the time!" I was literally begging, I needed my husband to believe in me.

Blake watched me in silence, his mocking smile was gone when he saw me cry. He looked at his brother and nodded.

"Brother, it's true..." I felt relief, but it didn't last. "What Marizza said is true, Evangeline paid some thugs to hold her back on the wedding day, I saw it."

My mind was a mess, first my husband and now my best friend, both were betraying me.

"N-No..." I approached my husband, I tried to touch him but Marizza pushed me to the ground. From there I could see how everything really was, Daven was hugging her and she was watching me with superiority. Blake didn't look at me, and my in-laws... They were watching me with disappointment, as if they believed what they had just heard.

"My love... Please..." I spoke in a broken voice, as the knot in my throat wouldn't allow it.

"Don't call me that, Evangeline. Doing that is low, even for you. You knew I loved Marizza and you carried out a macabre plan just to have me. You took me away from the love of my life!" As he spoke, I denied it, but I knew that nothing I did would make him listen to me. "I want a divorce." He stated and threw me the divorce papers, I looked at them and his signature was already there, as if he had been waiting for this for a long time.

Even so, I didn't want to lose him, I loved him too much to let this plan take him away from me.

"Daven... Please..." I begged but, when I looked up I saw how my husband, the love of my life, was kissing Marizza as if there was no tomorrow. He kissed her, touched her and moaned against her mouth.

My world had become a complete hell.

When they separated, they were both panting with desire, Daven's eyes searched for mine but I was no longer paying attention. I swear I felt like I had lost a part of my soul.

I took a pen and signed, took off my wedding ring and put it on the table.

I didn't say anything, I left the mansion in silence, got into my car and left.