Divorced By Mistake: My Ex-wife Becomes a CEO

Serena

My husband Bill and his beautiful assistant Doris are laughing and eating like they're on a first date. But the joke is on me...

I'm here, Bill's wife, watching them from across the room, tending to my flat belly where a little life is now living.

Of course, Bill doesn’t know about the baby yet. The news is still fresh in my mind, barely a few hours old.

It is supposed to be a family dinner gathering, but I'm never the welcome one but an outsider.

Watching Bill take the steak cut and handed over by Doris, his young age best friend who knows him the best, I guess I'm spoiling their fun by telling them now that I'm having a baby.

“Doris, Bill mentioned you’re getting an MBA. Why don’t you tell us about it?” Elena, Bill’s mom, says. I know this dinner isn't just for catching up. Elena wants to show off Doris, the daughter-in-law she'd rather have.

Doris, with her wavy auburn hair, smiles and leans forward in her chair. “It’s going really well," she says, her emerald-green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I'm learning a lot about global markets. Bill even told me I could be a great asset to his company. Right Bill?”

She beams at Bill, seeking confirmation, but he's busy admiring the way she effortlessly charms everyone at the table.

"Absolutely. Doris has a sharp mind for business," Bill responds confidently. He's tall, with impeccably groomed blonde hair, not a strand out of place. He exudes a commanding presence, just like the CEO he is.

I clench my fork a little tighter, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. Bill never talks about my accomplishments like that. He always had an excuse - too technical, too mundane, not worth mentioning at a family dinner. But here he is, praising Doris as if she's already part of the family.

I see Bill's blue eyes, which are usually sharp and piercing, looking at Doris with a warm and gentle expression. It's quite different from how he usually looks at me. It hurts to watch them. I knew I shouldn't have come here.

The waiter interrupts my thoughts, holding up an expensive bottle of wine. "Wine, ma'am?"

"Uhm… Can you please get me an iced tea instead?' I ask. He nods and moves away.

I gently touch my belly under the table, thinking about my secret. Will anyone guess why I'm not drinking wine? Probably not. Everyone's too busy talking to Doris. I'm just here because Bill brought me along. I’m still his wife, after all.

“Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom,” I say, standing up. For a second, everyone looks at me, but their faces aren't kind. I guess no one really cares what I do at this point.

As I limp toward the bathroom, my sore knee reminds me of what happened earlier. I was so lost in thought and didn't see a bumpy part on the sidewalk. I tripped, and now