Chasing His Wife and Twin Babies: My Ex-husband's Regret

Laura's POV.

I'm stuck at the end of the banquet hall, poking at the ice in my drink. It's better than listening to the laughter and easy conversation between my husband and his ex-girlfriend.

But their voices are stuck in my head no matter how hard I try.

Faith Miller, my husband's childhood sweetheart, happily remarks. "I've heard much about the Jackson Group in the past few months. How's it going?"

Kairo Jackson, my husband, smiles and gulps the glass of wine in his hand. "There have been some minor issues, but overall, we’re thriving.”

"I always knew you were capable of doing incredible things. But I’m surprised you’re a natural-born leader,” Faith compliments. “I mean, I thought you were just a nerdy student.”

"Thank you, Faith. You’re doing great yourself,” Kairo replies. “And just so you know, there are many things you still don’t know about me.”

I catch a quick wink from Kairo to Faith, and my blood starts to boil. How could he flirt so shamelessly with his wife sitting right across the table?

Deep down, I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Kairo has never given me that kind of smile or look in all the time we've been married.

I rub my belly, where a little life is growing. What if my husband knew that I was pregnant? Would he treat me better?

Hours before the banquet, I bought five different pregnancy tests just to be sure. All five tests confirmed it — I’m pregnant.

Two years ago, I was diagnosed with infertility. Since then, our marriage has gone downhill. Everything changed when I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test.

Now, I don't even know if my husband would be happy if I told him about it. After all, he is having a good time with another woman.

The more I watch them, the more it hits me how perfect Kairo and Faith look together. Anyone would think they were husband and wife. Huh, I guess the joke’s really on me tonight.

"Isn't she Faith Miller? When did she come back?" one guest whispers.

"Yeah, I remember her. She disappeared for a while because she went abroad. But look, she's with Mr. Jackson. Are they back together?" another guest replies.

I listen to the guests gossip about Faith's return, and no one even mentions that Kairo has a wife. That's it! I can't take it anymore. I drag my feet toward Kairo, the loud tapping of my heels echoing through the room with each step.

"Kairo..." I call out.

As he turns to me, his cheerful smile suddenly disappears. "Finally, you're here. I thought you were going to hide in the corner all night," he says impatiently, then quickly shifts his attention back to Faith. "Oh, by the way, this is Laura William. Laura, this is Faith Miller, my college classmate."

College classmate? Does my husband think I’m that stupid? Everyone in the university knew Faith was Kairo’s ex-girlfriend.

And why didn’t Kairo mention I’m his wife? It hurts that he thinks I’m too embarrassing to introduce to his old flame.

"Good to see you again, Laura. It’s been a long time, right? If I remember correctly, the last time we saw each other was back in college," Faith says with a smile.

“Yeah… I heard you were abroad.”

“Yes. I just got back from overseas with my MBA.” She looks at me from head to toe, she says sarcastically, “What about you? You look as ...... plain as ever. Just like when you were in college.”

Faith's words stung, reminding me that I never finished college. I dropped out to marry Kairo and become a housewife.

I glance down at my plain, long-sleeved velvet dress and clutch the fabric. My hair is in a bun. Faith is right; it’s plain. I’ve been too busy with housework to buy a new one. I got this dress when I got married.

Kairo looks at me, his eyes scanning my figure with disdain. "Laura, we're at a grand event. Why didn’t you dress appropriately?"

"I don’t think it’s that big of a deal — "

"Don’t be too harsh on Laura," Faith interrupts, dripping with sarcasm. "You know she struggles with choosing the right attire."

"No, she can't embarrass me like this!" Kairo snaps. "We're at an important business event, and she's dressed like a waitress. What will people think?"

I lower my head, biting my lip in humiliation. “I’m so sorry.”

I've never satisfied Kairo's expectations. To him, a billionaire’s wife should be a trophy. I've never been someone he could be proud of.

Before I can speak, a new voice calls out, "Hey there, Mr. Jackson! Good to see you!" It’s Mr. Thompson, his business partner.

Kairo turns away from me to greet him. "Mr. Thompson, I knew you'd be here."

Lost in their conversation, Kairo ignores me completely, leaving me frozen in place.

I stand there, stunned, before deciding to approach Kairo again.

Nonetheless...

"Excuse me, are you talking about the new project of Sy Group? I have a little knowledge about that!" Faith suddenly bumps into my shoulder, a mischievous smirk on her face as she approaches Kairo. Is she trying to scramble presence ahead of me?

I almost stumble, and a waiter collides with me, spilling wine on Faith's gown.

"Faith, are you alright — " I begin, but Kairo beats me to it.

His eyes are darker and colder. "What the hell did you just do, Laura?!"

"W-what?" My heart races. I realize we’ve attracted attention.

"Apologize to her! Look at what you've done!" His voice is raised.

I force myself to speak, trembling. "I-I was trying to go to you, but Faith bumped me."

Faith's eyes well up with tears. "Why are you blaming me? You intentionally bumped into the waiter!"

"Laura, how can you lie instead of apologizing? What’s the matter with you?" Kairo's voice is calm, but he’s controlling his anger. "Apologize now, or just leave instead of embarrassing me!"

I stare at Kairo, searching for any hint of love or concern. But I only found resentment in his eyes.

My heart feels like it's being squeezed. I try to hold back tears but fail miserably.

"Fine, I'll leave!" I declare, storming off.

As I walk away, my heart aches at the thought of our marriage falling apart. What if we just... I shake my head, feeling a knot in my stomach as the word "divorce" pops into my mind.

What should I do?

********

Arriving at the Jackson villa, I can't stop thinking about Kairo with Faith. Their images together keep flashing in my mind. My chest tightens, and I feel like I'm getting sick all of a sudden.

I sit in the car for a few minutes, tears streaming down my face. After gathering myself, I finally entered the mansion.

As I walk up the stairs, I hear a voice behind me. "You're home early. Where's Kairo?"

I turn around to see Sara Jackson, my mother-in-law, looking disgusted. "Where's Kairo? Why are you alone?"

"I'm not feeling well, so I went home first to rest," I reply weakly.

Her eyebrow arches and her lips press into a thin line.

"Is your condition really bad, or are you just making excuses because you're lazy and want to take it easy?"

"Take it easy?" I react in disbelief.

"What kind of wife can't even go to a simple event with my son?" She rolls her eyes and folds her arms. "He's just wasting his money on you. You’re useless."

I should be numb to this by now. After all, my mother-in-law hates my guts. She never misses a chance to belittle me, reminding me constantly how unworthy I am of Kairo. From the moment we met, she's criticized everything about me—my clothes, my background, even the way I speak. 

But her words still sting, especially now. After the humiliation at the banquet, her cruelty hurts even more. "Are you talking about the money for the infertility treatments?"

"Yes, all that money, and you still can't have a child! It's such a waste."

"But it's not just his money! I have shares in your company too!" I snap back angrily.

Yes, I admit my marriage with Kairo isn't about love; it's a business arrangement.

Our family business went bankrupt when I was in college after my dad passed away. It got worse when my mom remarried and neglected it. To save the company, my mom and stepfather arranged this marriage with the Jackson Group, and I had to drop out of college.

I can't accept her saying Kairo's money is wasted on me. Even though I'm not as wealthy as before, I know there's still enough to cover my needs and share the costs of infertility treatments.

"Shares? What are you proud of? Your bankrupt company? Didn't your mom give up and dump you on us?" she mocks.

I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white. "Can you just shut up for once? All you do is criticize and judge me like you're perfect!"

Her eyes widen, and her face turns red with anger. "How dare you talk back to me! You're worthless! The only reason Kairo married you was to have an heir!"

She points at me, her anger growing. "You brag about your family? Ha! Look at you! You dress like a rag and don't know how to act properly. You're just a freeloader living off this house!"

My heart feels like it's being hammered. I lower my gaze to my feet, trying to endure her words without provoking her further.

After a moment, she turns away, and I lift my head. She heads for the door but turns back with furious eyes. "Laura, don't get too comfortable. If you don't give Kairo a child soon, I will personally make sure you two get divorced!"

With that, she storms off. I'm left stunned for a few minutes before heading to my room. As soon as I enter, my stomach turns, and I feel dizzy. I rush to the sink and vomit. Where the hell is my damn husband when I need him most?

Tears stream down my face until I find myself out of breath from sobbing. My phone rings. I quickly grab it from my purse, and my heart sinks when I see who's calling. It's Kairo.

I think about how he defended Faith and blamed me at the banquet. The scene replays in my mind, rubbing salt into an already throbbing wound. 

I stare at the screen for a few seconds, feeling a mix of hurt and anger. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions before answering as calmly as I can, "What?"

He still sounds angry. "I just wanted to tell you that I have a meeting with a business associate and won't be home tonight."

My heart drops again. "Where are you..."

I stop as I hear a soft laugh on the other line. It feels like a bucket of cold water is poured over me. That familiar voice belongs to a woman. He’s with someone else right now.

My fingers tremble, and my heart races as I clutch the phone. Even though my lips quiver with anxiety, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. 

The room feels like it's closing in on me, and my voice shakes as I force out the words, "Are you with Faith?"

Laura's POV.

I clutch my belly with one hand while gripping the paper bag containing Kairo's lunch with the other. 

Stepping into the elevator, I press the button for his floor. As the metallic walls close around me, the air seems to thicken. My breaths become shallower, and a faint sheen of sweat forms on my forehead.

To be honest, I’m not so thrilled to see Kairo after what happened last night.

(Start of Flashback)

"Are you with Faith?"

"Yeah," he replies, sounding utterly indifferent.

"But... why? I thought — "

"Stop overthinking, Laura," he cuts me off, his tone flat. "Faith got drunk and couldn’t drive, so I took her to the hotel. Once she sobers up, I’ll head to my meeting."

"Can't you come home tonight? I'll wait for you — "

"Enough! You don't understand how important this meeting is!" he snaps before hanging up.

(End of Flashback)

And that's how our conversation ended.

I stare at my reflection in the elevator doors, noticing the dark circles under my eyes. I just couldn't sleep, knowing my husband was in a hotel room with another woman.

Today, I decided to make lunch for him, hoping to talk about my pregnancy.

Maybe he'll care more about our marriage once he knows I'm having his baby.

Before entering Kairo's office, I take a deep breath to compose myself. I practice a smile to hide the pain I'm feeling.

"Kairo, I made some curry. Your favorite," I say cheerfully as I open the door. "Let's have lunch together. I need to tell —”

I freeze mid-sentence, the sight before me leaving me speechless. Faith is draped over Kairo, her hand around his neck, one leg resting on his. She jumps up, surprised by my presence, while Kairo looks at me with a bored expression.

"Kairo...? Faith?" I mumble in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?” Kairo’s eyebrows knit together in annoyance.

“I brought you—”

"I told you not to come here without informing me!" he cuts me off sharply.

"I'm sorry…” My throat tightens.

"Seems like your wife has a lot of time on her hands, Kairo. She thinks she's being helpful by visiting you here," Faith chuckles, looking at me with disdain. “You don't belong here, Laura.”

I glare at her, my voice trembling with anger. "And what about you? Why are you here? Last I checked, you weren't part of the Jackson Group, Faith."

“And don't tell me it's work-related when I saw you draped all over my husband.”

Faith opens her mouth to respond, but Kairo speaks for her. "Faith is just trying to help me fix my suit. Don’t be so dramatic.”

His eyes meet mine, cold and uncaring."That's right! Kairo and I were just talking about business,” Faith adds quickly. “Something you wouldn't know about.”

I ignore what Faith just said. But I really want to slap her right now. 

I turn my attention to Kairo. "I brought you lunch —"

"Just leave it and go," he interrupts me again, not even giving me a chance to finish.

"Kairo... but I came here because I want to talk to you,” I say. “Please. This is important.”

He looks at me darkly and points to the papers on his desk. "Laura, don’t you see how busy I am? I don’t have as much free time as you!"

"Laura!" Kairo yells. 

"Laura, let's not bother Kairo anymore. Whatever you need to say can wait, right?" Faith smiles at me. "Let's go so he can get back to work.”

I stand there for a moment, hoping Kairo would let me stay. Instead, he sits back down and starts working on his laptop. 

My heart sinks, feeling like the heavens and earth have collapsed on me. I have no choice but to leave.

Faith accompanies me to the elevator, and we stand in suffocating silence. After a few moments, she finally speaks.

"I made Kairo happy last night," she says proudly, giving a wink. "If you know what I mean.”

My stomach drops and my hands start to shake. I knew Kairo didn't tell me everything about last night with Faith, but I didn't expect him to cheat on me.

"You're so pathetic... No wonder Kairo went looking for someone new," she mumbles, laughing lightly.

I furrow my brow as I watch her shake her head. She rummages through her purse, pulls out her phone, and holds it up to my face. My legs go weak when I see the screen: a photo of Kairo, naked in bed. 

My worst fears are confirmed.

"Now you see why Kairo treats me better than you?" she smirks, eyes glinting with malice. "He needs someone who isn't boring and vanilla like you in bed.”

I could kill her right now. But I'm too weak to move. My fists clench, but my legs feel like jelly. I can't even muster a comeback.

"Everything you're going through is your own fault, Laura! Kairo used to love me, but since you came into the picture, everything's fallen apart!" Her teeth clench, her eyes blazing.

"You stole him from me! I should be his wife, not you!"

"That's not true..." My voice is barely a whisper.

"Oh, you of all people know it's true. If you hadn't come along, none of this would be happening. So, do yourself a favor and just divorce him." She glares at me, her voice dripping with venom. "Kairo is mine.”

Ding. 

The elevator chimes, and Faith steps out without looking back. I struggle to follow, each step heavy with betrayal. 

When I finally exit, I close my eyes tightly, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. It's probably from all the stress and emotions I'm dealing with right now. If this keeps up, I might lose my child too.

When I get home, I quickly hide the pregnancy test so Kairo won’t find it. I’d rather raise my baby alone than let them see their father being irresponsible. 

After hiding the test, I call my lawyer. "Hello, Mrs. Jackson. It’s rare for you to call. Is there a problem?" Attorney Gomez asks.

My fist clenches as my heart breaks at the thought of leaving Kairo. I love him. I’ve loved him my whole life. Even after everything he's done, I still want him around. 

But if I stay, he'll just ruin both my life and our child's. I can't let that happen.

I take a deep breath, clear my throat, and try to steady myself. 

With a mix of determination and hesitation, I finally say, “Yes, I want a divorce.”