Valentine’s Day Betrayal
On Valentine's Day, my husband Ethan Scott’s assistant, Taylor Winston, gifted me 360 used condoms.
She leaned close to my ear and whispered that this was Ethan’s favorite brand.
Then, in front of everyone, she teased, "Valentine's Day calls for some explosive fun. I hope you don't mind, Claire."
Disgust churned in my stomach, and I couldn’t hold back—I vomited on the spot.
Embarrassed that I had humiliated him, Ethan snapped, "It was just a joke. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"
Three months pregnant, I was so enraged that a patch of red stained my pants. I begged him to take me to the hospital.
But Taylor chimed in, "It's just her physiological reaction."
Furious, Ethan heartlessly locked me in the car.
He spent three carefree days with Taylor before finally remembering me. But when he saw me again, the usually composed CEO of Scott Enterprise completely lost his mind.