Diagnosed With Cancer, I Left My Baby's Father in Ruins

Nine months pregnant, I ran into my husband, Beckett Shaw and his mistress at the hospital.

The moment I picked up my report, I saw the two of them celebrating the upcoming arrival of their own child.

Delaney pretended to be concerned. “Beckett, you really shouldn’t be here with me. If Evelyn finds out, she’ll be upset. She’s pregnant too. Aren’t you worried she’d be upset?”

Beckett let out a cold chuckle. “If she causes a scene, I’ll just divorce her.”

Since Beckett didn’t want us anymore, I’d rather raise the child without a father than stay in this farce of a marriage.

I called my dad, who was living overseas.

“Dad, I’ve made up my mind. I’m getting a divorce. I’m taking the baby and moving out to be with you.”

After I hung up, I booked the earliest flight available. Two weeks—that’s all I needed. Two weeks and I’d be out of Beckett’s life for good.

But then why...did that man show up at my wedding with red eyes, begging me to take him back?

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Nine months pregnant and the moment I received my prenatal report, I saw my husband attending a prenatal appointment—with his first love, Delaney Cross.

“Beckett, you coming with me to this appointment… if Evelyn finds out, she’ll be really upset. She’s due soon, too. Aren’t you worried?” Delaney said with a voice full of pretend concern, but I caught the smugness in her eyes.

Beckett kissed her belly gently and replied with chilling indifference, “She doesn’t know about this and I’m not planning on telling her. Maybe it’s the hormones, but her mood’s been all over the place lately. I don’t want her making things difficult for you.”

“But we can’t keep sneaking around like this. Evelyn’s heavily pregnant, too. If she finds out, I’m afraid she—”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s my duty to be here with you for this appointment—after all, the baby is mine, too. If Evelyn wants to cause trouble, I’ll just divorce her.”

The coldness in Beckett’s voice when he spoke about me made my blood run cold.

If Beckett had already decided to toss us aside, then I would beat him to it. I would leave him and raise this child on my own.

I let out a bitter smile as my heart finally gave up. I pulled out my phone and called my father overseas.

“Dad, I’ve made up my mind. I’m divorcing him. I’ll bring the baby and come live with you.”

“I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” came his voice through the line. “The Shaws might come from an elite family, but ours isn’t lacking either. If staying there only brings you pain, then yes—leave him and raise the child on your own.”

“You’re right, Dad.”

After hanging up, I immediately booked the next flight out.

I thought back to this morning, when I asked Beckett to come to my appointment with me. He said he had work—turns out he was just accompanying Delaney to hers.

Nine months of pregnancy and not once had Beckett ever come with me to the hospital.

Delaney had her engagement called off three months ago and ever since she came back to the country, Beckett had been meeting h...