My Unexpected Marriage to the CEO: A Sweet Second Chance

I stared at myself in the mirror, rolling my eyes. I just couldn't believe that I would dress in such a revealing way, but I had no other choice.

Shane Hayes and I had been married for two years. Today was our wedding anniversary. He had been seldom in the mood to have sex. If I didn't take the initiative to seduce him, it worried me that I might lose him. Thus, I decided to go all out tonight.

Seconds later, I heard a noise outside the door.

I took off my coat and walked out of the room in a red slip dress.

"Honey, I really missed you!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

Shane pushed me away, eyeing me up and down. I noticed that he was in a trance for a moment.

Truthfully, I was happy, thinking that he might like seeing me in such an outfit.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

he asked, walking to the sofa to sit down.

"Do you remember what day it is today?" I asked, sitting next to him, hoping that he knew the answer.

For a few seconds, Shane contemplated before he said, "What day is it?"

Disappointment flashed through my heart, but I kept on smiling.

"Nothing special. I was just kidding." I threw myself into his arms, sliding my hand under his shirt and rubbing his chest. "Do you want to take a shower, honey? I'll prepare the water."

"That's not necessary. If you have nothing else to say, I'm going to head back to the study to get some rest."

He then pushed me away and walked towards his study.

As I sat on the sofa, I clenched my fists and felt my fingernails digging into my palms.

Ever since I got pregnant, he had moved into the study, because he said that he didn't want the baby to get hurt or something.

I was only twenty-six years old. I was married and pregnant, but I had to sleep by myself every single night. Nowadays, I had been living a lonely and miserable life.

I had once gone online to ask around in certain forums. One particular comment piqued my interest. Someone mentioned that my husband's lack of interest might stem from the fact that he had already seen lots of other women's bodies.

Shane was an obstetrician by profession, so this made sense.

But there was one tiny detail that kept nagging at the back of my mind.

Each time he stayed in his study, he would always lock the door. We were the only people in this house, so there was no need to lock the door. It made no damn sense! It made me wonder if he was hiding something.

I had been thinking long and hard about this for days, until it became my biggest concern. I was so troubled by it that it began to disrupt my daily life.

Not wanting to continue on guessing, I had installed a bug under his bed this afternoon.

As soon as I went back to my room, I put on earphones.

Once I had gained access to the bug, I heard the unmistakable sound of panting and moaning. I felt a lump in my throat, and my eyes welled up with tears.

He would rather masturbate than have sex with me?

However, what I heard next devastated me.

"Does that feel good?"

"Hmm... not yet. No."

"You're saying no, babe, but your pussy is already so wet."

"You... If you knew the answer all along, then why... do you ask? Stop it. Don't. It doesn't feel good. Ah! I want you inside me, baby!"

"Take off my underwear. Come on! Remove it and I'll give you something good to eat."

I was silenced by what I heard.

The erotic words they blurted out resonated in my ears. I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over my head. All my limbs and bones went numb and frozen.

"Ah! Be gentle, Shane. Be gentle!"

"You're holding me too tight. Keep your voice down. Someone might hear us from outside," he replied.

"Are you worried that your wife will hear us, Shane?"

"No. I'm not afraid of her. She's like a dead fish in bed. Sleeping with her is so boring. I just wish she knows how happy I am right now. Moan loader, so she can hear just how good it feels to have sex with me!" Shane groaned.

It turned out that he had always hated me.

"No! You're so annoying. She's pregnant right now. Aren't you worried that the anger and stress of finding out that you're cheating will cause her to get a miscarriage?"

"A miscarriage, huh? Hmm... That sounds like a good idea," replied Shane.

"You're so bad, Shane! Wait, please! Be a little more gentle."

They indulged in each other's bodies, not bothering to disguise their emotions. I could tell just how fierce their sex must be.

I covered my mouth, tight enough to prevent myself from crying out loud. But that didn't stop me from tearing up.

My husband's every word and every pant he drew out were like daggers, jabbing into my heart. I was in so much pain that I could do nothing but cry in silence. Soon, my pillow was covered with my own tears.

I could no longer stand to listen to their betrayal, I took off my earphones, held my legs, and curled up into a ball.

That night, I shed countless tears. It was the most restless night I had ever had.

I kept on tossing and turning.

But even though all evidence pointed to this truth, I refused to believe that there was a woman in the study, because there was nowhere to hide a person there. The only possibility I could think of was that he might be masturbating while on video call with another woman.

It was then that I regretted installing just a bug, and not a mini camera. I should've planted a camera.

After an entire night of grudge-induced contemplation, I gradually calmed down from the shock. Afterwards, I decided to drop by the study in search of more clues.

The following morning, after Shane left for work, I didn't get up right away. Or perhaps I didn't have enough courage to do so. Though I wanted to search for more clues, it frightened me to know what sort of devastating stuff I might find.

Due to struggling mentally, I didn't get up until it was well past ten in the morning. I hardly slept a wink last night, so I was a little drowsy at the moment.

Little by little, I approached the study, recalling every bit of painful thing I heard last night. I could feel my nerves tensing up, and my heart was beating faster by the second.

What fresh hell was waiting for me at the other side of that door?

Upon opening the door, I saw a simple looking room. It was surprisingly tidy.

There was a trash can beside the bed. In it were used tissues that smelled like semen.

When my eyes inadvertently looked at his pillow, I caught sight of something.

There were two long curly strands of red hair, resting on the pillow.

My hair was brown. There was no way these belonged to me.

I walked out of the study, as if all life had escaped me, and closed the door shut.

I didn't have the strength to walk on. I leaned against the wall, trying to recall every unusual behavior Shane was exhibiting these past days.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the door. Shane had come home.

I hurriedly stood up, pretending to walk past the study before going to the living room and taking a seat on the sofa. It was then that I feigned composure by picking up the remote control from the coffee table and tried to turn on the TV. I was so nervous that I pressed several buttons by mistake before I successfully turned the TV on.

Soon, Shane approached me, staring at my face. I was afraid that he might notice that something was off about me. After all, I cried for the entire night.

"Pack up some clothes. We're going to travel," he said.

"Travel? But... aren't you busy?"

Shane was a workaholic. We didn't even go on a honeymoon after we got married, so asking for leave just to travel was uncharacteristic of him.

"I've been too focused on my job, so I haven't spent that much time accompanying you. Now that you're pregnant, I figured it would be great to take you out more often, and it will ultimately be better for our baby's growth."

Perhaps due to what I found out last night, he sounded so hypocritical to me. Thus, I looked straight into his eyes, searching for an answer.

But he was surprisingly calm. He didn't look like he had cheated on me. On the contrary, I was the one who looked suspicious.

"Shane, about last night... You see..."

I wanted to question him about the identity of the woman he fucked in his study last night. But seeing him stare daggers at me made me clam up.

"What about last night?" asked Shane.

"It's nothing. I just heard someone talking last night."

His face changed at once.

"Oh, right. There was a critically ill pregnant woman who went to the hospital for treatment. I had to answer several phone calls while I was in the study. Did I disturb you?"

They were moaning so loudly while having sex, just for me to hear. Was he really worried about disturbing me?

I shook my head in response, packed up some clothes, and went downstairs with him, pretending like nothing had happened.

I was already twenty-six years old now; no longer the impulsive girl I used to be. For the time being, I needed to ascertain the truth before letting him know that I already knew about his betrayal.

I thought that it would be best to have the upper hand that I knew his secret, and decided to wait and see how things would turn out. But that was my biggest mistake.

Though I might have matured at my age, I still wasn't adept at anticipating outcomes.

In the end, I fell into his trap and allowed him to push me to the depths of hell.

The place we were heading to wasn't that far away. It was a tourist town named Tonyin. It took two hours to drive there from the downtown of the city.

Accommodations for guests were quite distinctive. They were separate wooden houses built in the countryside. Shane chose a remote log cabin by the mountain, saying that it must be tranquil to be there.

When he opened the trunk of the car to grab our luggage, I noticed a surgery kit lying inside.

Thus, I looked at him, confused.

"You're pregnant. Taking you out will be risky, don't you think so, too? That's why I've prepared these things," Shane explained.

Once we had sorted out our luggage, we went to several scenic spots in Tonyin.

Due to my pregnancy, my gait was slow, and fortunately for me, he wasn't in any hurry. I was surprised at how he slowed down to look after me, and he didn't forget to assist me when we went up the mountain.

The way he spoke and behaved indicated that he was a good husband. It made me think that perhaps I had been too suspicious of him regarding what happened in the study. Maybe he was just looking for excitement by having video sex with an online friend.

Halfway up the mountain, I had grown exhausted, so I sat on a pavilion to rest.

At this time, Shane pointed out a few redbuds by the edge of the mountain, saying that the scenery was picturesque. He suggested that he wanted to take pictures of me there.

Thus, I stood beside a redbud. He told me that the angle wasn't right, so I took a few steps back under his instruction. Not a second later, I accidentally slipped and rolled down the mountain.

Thinking of the child in my womb, I felt the strong desire to survive. After rolling down several circles, I managed to hold onto a tree.

Though I did not die, I could feel pain coming from my lower abdomen. Soon, I was covered in beads of sweat. But even then, I refused to let go of the tree.

I had a bad feeling that the child in my womb was in danger.

After a while, many tourists and some staff of the scenic spot rushed to aid me. They were coming from all directions, visibly panicked.

"I'm her husband!" Shane shouted. "And an obstetrician," he added.

Then, he squeezed through the crowd, picked me up, and ran down the mountain.

I grabbed onto his clothes tightly, and said in a weak voice, "Honey, do what you can to save our child."

As he ran quickly, looking at the path ahead, he said, "I will."

But sadly, my child was lost in the end. It was an emergency at the time, so Shane needed to do the induced labor operation for me.

By the time I woke up, it was already dark outside, and my husband wasn't by my side.

I checked my phone and saw that it was already past ten in the evening.

I wondered where Shane could have gone at this time of the night.

I got up from the bed, intending to look for him. But when I reached the door, I heard someone talking outside.

"She got lucky this time. But don't worry. The baby is gone." It was Shane's voice.

His words were like a bolt of lightning, shocking me to my very core.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Truthfully, I did not want to admit that it was true. I staggered backwards, barely keeping myself standing against the wall.

I bit the back of my hand, trying to prevent myself from making a single sound. However, I failed to stop my tears from falling yet again.

It turned out that I had fallen into the trap that he had set for me.

And it turned out that the man I had been married to for two whole years, a so-called angel, was truthfully a devil incarnate.

I was wrong about many things. I never should've made myself believe such flights of fancy.

Frightened and astonished, I went back to bed, pretending to be asleep.

Because I knew that at this moment, I had no strength to fight him head on.

After a while, Shane came in and stood by my side. After confirming that I was asleep, he turned around and left.

The moment he walked out of the room, I immediately got out of bed, rushing to the window to take a look outside.

Slowly, my devil of a husband faded into the night. What attracted my attention the most was the black plastic bag he was carrying.

For some reason, my gut was telling me that I must follow him.