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My Husband Aborted Our Child For His Mistress

Trapped in a cold marriage to a billionaire, Chloe’s world shatters when her husband prioritizes his mistress over their unborn baby. He forces her to undergo an abortion, choosing his lover’s whims over their child’s life. Heartbroken and betrayed, Chloe must navigate the wreckage of her domestic life. This emotional tale follows her struggle against a powerful man who destroyed her family for a woman who sought to tear them apart.
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Chapter 1

Chandler's childhood friend had just lost her husband.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, he dragged both mother and daughter into a jazz club. In front of everyone, he pulled off my wedding ring:

"Paige needs a title now; the ring doesn’t suit you anymore."

"From tomorrow, quit your job and focus on taking care of them at home."

The room went silent. Everyone awaited my reaction, expecting an outburst.

Instead, I calmly placed the pre-signed divorce agreement on the table and walked away.

A friend stood up, ready to intervene, but Chandler swirled his whiskey and sneered:

"Let her go. She’ll be back before sunrise, begging for forgiveness."

As the door slammed shut, the room erupted in mocking laughter.

What they didn't know was that half an hour earlier, I'd received an email confirming my visa approval.

The person responsible for picking me up was already waiting outside my home ten minutes ago.

This time, I was leaving for good.

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When I looked up and saw the smudge of garish lipstick on Chandler's collar, my voice tightened as I nodded.

"Okay."

"You agreed?"

Chandler hadn’t expected me to assent so easily, staring at me intently, his gaze scrutinizing.

"Yes, I agree."

After five years of marriage, he knew how much I cherished that ring, how I would never take it off lightly. Yet he chose to force me to do so for another woman.

What was the point of staying with someone like that?

Thinking this, my throat tightened, but I managed a smile.

"Let's get divorced. I’ll step aside for you two."

As soon as the words were out, not just Chandler but everyone else in the room looked surprised.

Especially seeing the divorce agreement, Chandler seemed momentarily bewildered.

But then his lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Trying to play hard to get? Evelyn, you've picked up some bad habits. And after leaving me? Who else would want you?"

The whole room burst into laughter.

"Evelyn finally realizes being clingy is a bad thing!"

"Throwing a tantrum now—when did Evelyn grow a backbone!"

"After leaving Chandler, where can you go?"

They all believed I was hopelessly devoted to Chandler, someone who would never leave no matter what, letting their malice and disdain seep through without restraint.

Their sharp tongues had wounded my spirit countless times, but now I was numb.

I gazed at them quietly, my tone indifferent, "I'll be leaving tonight. Set a time, and we can finalize the paperwork."

With that, I turned to leave.

He, inexplicably upset, grabbed my hand, "Why are you making such a fuss?"

Paige promptly came over, tugging on Chandler's sleeve, her face innocently vulnerable.

"Chandler, don’t argue because of me."

"Evelyn, please don’t be angry with Chandler. If you mind, we can leave."

I impatiently withdrew my hand, "Do as you wish."

Unexpectedly, Paige lightly fell to the ground, clutching her chest and gasping dramatically.

The next second, Chandler, eyes red, held her and shouted at me.

"Evelyn! What are you doing? If you're upset, speak up—why play these petty games with Paige?!"

For a moment, my heart stopped. Intense sadness and anger clenched at my heart.

"I didn’t touch her; she fell on her own."

Before I could finish, Paige’s weak voice rang out, "It hurts..."

Chandler's expression immediately shifted, crouching to inspect her.

Seeing Paige's face turn pale, Chandler's eyes softened with concern.

"Evelyn, I'll deal with you later!"

Without bothering to argue further, he glared at me fiercely, turned, and carried Paige away.

I stood there, watching their hasty departure.

The cold wind blew through the void in my heart, chilling me deeply.

Thankfully, all this would soon be over.

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