Betrayed Wife's New Beginning

I smoothed down the crimson silk dress that hugged my waist—still flat despite the tiny life growing inside me. My hand instinctively moved to my abdomen as another wave of nausea washed over me. The doctor's words from this morning echoed in my mind: "Bed rest, Mrs. Gibson. These early complications need to be taken seriously."

But it was Valentine's Day. Our third anniversary, though nobody at the company knew that. Nobody knew that the brilliant CEO Ariel Gibson had secretly married his "business partner" three years ago. The secrecy had been his idea—"It's better for business, Celia. We don't want people thinking you got your position through our relationship."

I'd agreed because I loved him. Because I believed in us.

The company's Valentine's social event sparkled around me—heart-shaped decorations hanging from the ceiling, champagne flutes clinking, colleagues laughing. I sipped my water, scanning the room for my husband. The cramping had started again, a dull ache that made me wince. I just needed to find Ariel, tell him about the doctor's appointment, and then we could slip away.

That's when I saw him.

Ariel stood in the center of the room, his tall frame commanding attention in his perfectly tailored suit. But it wasn't his presence that made my heart stop—it was the massive bouquet of red roses in his hands. Roses he was presenting to Rachel Lopez, his secretary.

"For the most beautiful woman in the room," he announced, loud enough for nearby colleagues to hear.

Rachel's face lit up as she accepted the flowers, her fingers lingering on his. "You shouldn't have, Mr. Gibson," she purred, though her triumphant smile said otherwise.

"I wanted to," my husband replied, his voice warm with an intimacy I recognized all too well.

Conversations hushed around them. I caught whispers—"They're definitely having an affair"... "Poor Celia, she has no idea"... "Always working late together"...

But I did have an idea. I'd had suspicions for weeks. Late nights at the office. Text messages he'd hide when I entered the room. The way Rachel looked at me with barely concealed contempt. I just hadn't wanted to believe it.

I stood frozen as Ariel fed her chocolate-covered strawberries, his fingers brushing her lips. When soft music filled the room, he pulled her close, dancing with her while I watched, invisible, my hand still protectively covering my stomach.

Finally, I forced my legs to move. Each step felt like walking through concrete as I approached them.

"Ariel," I said, my voice barely audible over the music. "I need to speak with you."

He glanced at me, irritation flashing across his face. "Celia, we're in the middle of something."

"It's important," I insisted, feeling the eyes of our colleagues on us.

He sighed dramatically, then turned to Rachel. "Excuse me for a moment."

He pulled me aside, his grip on my elbow tight enough to hurt. "What is it?" he hissed.

"I went to the doctor today. I'm having complications with the pregnancy. I need to