IVF Scam: My Husband's Secret Love Child Chapter 2

I turned my back on them, silently crying as tears stained the sheets beneath me.

I didn't say another word to Weston until they left.

After spending several days recovering in the hospital, I was stunned when Weston—usually buried in work—showed up in the middle of a weekday, pushing a wheelchair.

"Sweetheart, I've taken care of your discharge paperwork. You've been lying around long enough. Let's go out for a little while."

Remembering what he planned to do to me on the day I was discharged, a chill ran down my spine.

"I don't feel well enough yet. I don't want to leave."

A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes, but he patiently helped me into the wheelchair.

"That's exactly why I'm pushing you around. You don't need to do a thing. Just sit there and behave."

Ignoring my protests, he wheeled me out of the room.

I struggled to get out of the wheelchair when I suddenly heard a baby crying and Whitley shouting curses from the room next door.

Something inside me snapped.

Without thinking, I rushed toward the room.

Then a sharp pain struck the back of my head, and everything went black.

Through the haze, all I could hear were muffled voices and faint, intimate sounds coming from nearby.

When I woke up again, every inch of me felt sore and battered.

The incision across my abdomen was bleeding, and the pain was so intense that I could barely stand.

The room was a mess, with wet stains scattered across the floor. My phone lay nearby, and it was obvious someone had handled it.

I picked it up with shaking hands and opened the recording app.

There was a two-hour recording.

When Weston came to get me, I had secretly started recording and hidden the app in the background.

The moment I pressed play, I nearly dropped my phone.

After Weston knocked me unconscious, he and Whitley had carried on as though I wasn't even there.

William's cries grew more desperate in the background.

Whitley cursed at him before lashing out.

"Weston, I'm so upset. She already stole you from me, and now even her baby is driving me crazy. Why does everything about her have to be so annoying?"

Weston got up and did something that made William's cries grow fainter until only faint sounds remained.

"Don't worry, Whitley. I covered the baby's mouth. You know I was only pretending with Scarlett. I needed her to carry our child, and now that she's done that, there's nothing left keeping me from you. From now on, I'm yours—and yours alone."

Whitley chuckled softly.

She scoffed before kicking something. A pained groan escaped me on the recording.

"Weston, I'm still scared. What if she comes after us once she finds out everything? I don't want to lose you."

Then I heard Whitley explain her plan to humiliate me, strip away my dignity, and create compromising photos they could use against me.

"We should record something that can be used against her. This is what she deserves for stealing my man."

Weston agreed and helped her carry out her plan.

"I already posted it to her social media. Once everyone sees this, no one will believe anything she says."

They continued mocking and humiliating me while taking the photos they wanted, with the recording capturing every word.

When they were finished, they turned their attention back to each other, leaving me to listen to their intimate conversation.

My chest tightened with a crushing ache.

I couldn't bear to hear another second. I shut off the recording.

Then a message from Stephanie appeared.

She had successfully gotten the nanny position at Gibson Manor and had moved in that day. She had already seen William.

Several photos followed.

William looked terribly unwell, yet he still wore a naive little smile.

Thinking about the recording and everything William had endured, I broke down sobbing.

We might not share the same blood, but after everything I had gone through to bring him into the world, I couldn't abandon him.

I would never let that baby grow up beside monsters like them.

Then dozens of vicious messages flooded my phone.

I opened my social media feed and nearly lost my mind.

Just a few hours earlier, someone had posted humiliating photos of me online, along with a cruel caption falsely claiming that I had slept with countless men and could no longer have children. The post even invited men to contact me and "keep me company" at night.

"Who knew you were like that, Scarlett?"

"That's wild. If you really can't have kids, why don't you come out tomorrow night?"

"She actually posted this herself? Does Weston know? If he doesn't, maybe I should make a move."

The comments were filled with disgusting remarks from Daniel and Weston's other friends.

In just two hours, the post had received more likes than I usually get, and almost everyone in my social circle had seen it.

The overwhelming humiliation wiped every other thought from my mind.

Cold sweat dripped onto the screen as I stared at it.

My eyes burned with tears, and my hands shook so badly that I hit the wrong button several times before finally deleting the post.