After My Fiancé’s Public Betrayal, I Wedded His CEO Rival

I stared at the pregnancy test, my heart hammering against my ribs as I waited for the result to appear. One line. Just one. I exhaled, a mixture of relief and disappointment washing over me. Not pregnant.

The bathroom light cast harsh shadows across my face in the mirror. I'd been so sure—the nausea, the fatigue, my period two weeks late. But the single pink line was definitive.

"It's for the best," I whispered to my reflection, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Jason and I had talked about children, of course. Three years together and an engagement on the horizon meant we'd discussed our future thoroughly. But we'd agreed: marriage first, then babies.

Still, I couldn't help but imagine his face lighting up at the news. Jason loved surprises.

I pulled out my phone and typed: *Got big news. Dinner tonight? I'll cook your favorite.*

Three dots appeared immediately, then: *Can't wait, babe. Love you.*

My apartment felt unusually quiet as I settled onto the couch with my laptop. I'd take the afternoon off to prepare a special dinner—Jason's favorite pasta carbonara, a bottle of wine (that I wouldn't be drinking, to keep up the pregnancy suspense), and maybe those chocolate soufflés he loved.

I opened Instagram, mindlessly scrolling while planning the evening. A notification popped up: *@MauiMoments tagged @JasonHayes in a photo.*

Jason wasn't in Maui. He was at a marketing conference in Portland. At least, that's what he'd told me three days ago.

My finger hovered over the notification, a cold sensation spreading through my chest. I tapped it.

The image loaded: Jason on a white-sand beach, sunglasses perched on his head, arm wrapped around a slender woman with caramel highlights and a bikini that probably cost more than my monthly rent. His assistant, Chloe Miller.

The caption read: *Day 2 in paradise with this one! #couplegoals #nofilterneeded*

I couldn't breathe. My thumb moved mechanically, scrolling through more photos. Jason and Chloe toasting with tropical drinks. Chloe kissing his cheek at sunset. The two of them tangled together in a hammock.

All posted within the last 48 hours. All tagged. All public.

My phone slipped from my trembling fingers. Three years. Three years of building a life together, of supporting his career moves, of planning our future. And he was in Maui, with his assistant, broadcasting their affair to the world. To our friends. To my family.

Had he forgotten I followed him? Did he think I wouldn't see? Or worse—did he simply not care?

I grabbed my laptop, opened FaceTime, and called him. Each ring felt like an eternity.

When his face appeared on screen, tan and slightly flushed, I could see palm trees swaying behind him. He wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Ava, hey—" His voice was casual, as if this were any other day.

"You're in Maui." My voice sounded strange, hollow.

His expression shifted, realization dawning. "I can explain—"

"With Chloe." I couldn't stop the tears now. "Everyone can see,