Part 2My Closeted Husband Thinks My IVF Baby Is An Affair

Two hours later, a heavy storm hit the city.

Thunder rumbled, and on the sofa, my parents-in-law’s faces were as dark as the storm clouds.

The family owned a multimillion-dollar business and were highly respected in high society. Out of respect for our years of marriage, I hadn't made a public scene. I had only told his parents.

From their grim expressions, it was clear they hadn't been fully sure of their son's sexuality either.

My father-in-law, Arthur, believed me immediately. But my mother-in-law, Eleanor, remained skeptical.

"Didn't Ethan say they were just co-workers sharing a room? Maybe they're just really close!"

"What could possibly happen between two men in a bed?"

"Chloe, stop trying to ruin Ethan’s reputation with your malicious accusations!"

Malicious? The image of Ethan and that man tangled up naked in bed flashed in my mind.

My dear mother-in-law had always taken her son's side since the day we got married. Even if I talked until my throat was dry, she wouldn't believe a word.

"Eleanor, when Ethan gets back, you can ask him yourself."

Time ticked by. I was getting sleepy.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Half an hour ago, Ethan’s card was used to purchase two tickets to Miami on a booking app.

"Arthur, Eleanor, look. Is Ethan trying to run away with that man?"

The older couple exchanged looks. Arthur quickly dialed Ethan's number, but it went straight to voicemail. He was likely already on the plane.

"I guess we’ll just have to wait until he comes back..." Eleanor tried to soften the tension.

"Unbelievable! Just wait until he gets back, I'll teach him a lesson!" Arthur clenched his fists tightly.

The rain poured outside.

My heart was colder than the rain.

Three years of marriage couldn't beat a few sweet words from a male mistress.

Ethan must have run to another city to avoid the scandal, fearing I would blow his secret.

Did he think he could just go and enjoy his life with his boyfriend? I wasn't going to make it that easy for him.

I looked down and touched my belly. After a moment of thought, I forwarded the clinic's pregnancy notification to Ethan's Snapchat.

"Don't worry, Arthur, Eleanor. He will definitely come back."

Seven hours later, at 3:00 AM.

Ethan rushed back into the house, looking exhausted but incredibly excited.

Ignoring his father’s glare and his mother’s worried eyes, he reached out to hug me.

I stepped back coldly, my face filled with disgust.

"Don't touch me. You make me sick."

As if he had made a major decision, he suddenly dropped to his knees.

"Chloe, I'm so sorry!"

"I was stupid! I shouldn't have messed around with a man! Please, for the sake of our baby, forgive me!"

Eleanor immediately tried to pull him up.

"Ethan! Get up right now! Have some self-respect! Why are you kneeling?"

Then she glared at me.

"Chloe, just forgive him for the baby's sake! It was just a stupid slip-up. Every guy goes through a phase!"

I touched my belly and stood up, my eyes freezing cold.

"What are you apologizing for? The baby isn't even yours."

I did the math. Ethan and I hadn't slept together in nearly a year.

He didn't care about me at all. He was too busy hovering around his little fairy boyfriend to remember such details.

I delivered the shocking truth in the calmest voice possible. Ethan's face instantly darkened.

"Chloe, I swallowed my pride for you, and you dare to tell me you cheated on me? You're pregnant with someone else's child?"

In less than five seconds, his guilt turned into pure rage.

Double standards in marriage never changed. His cheating was "just a phase," but my supposed affair was a "deadly sin."

Eleanor, who had always acted polite, didn't care that I was pregnant. She rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.

"You tramp! You’ve been sleeping around, and yet you dare to accuse my son of being gay to cover it up?"

"Where did that bastard child in your belly come from?!"

Before they even knew the truth, they were already calling me a tramp.

Her voice was so shrill it hurt my ears.

Before I could explain, Ethan slapped my other cheek from the left.

"I asked you a question! Whose bastard child are you carrying?!"

Just as the two of them were about to lung at me again, the front door was kicked open with a loud bang.

My best friend, Maya, and a handsome young man rushed in. The man shielded me behind his back, while Maya quickly checked on me.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry we're late!"

Though my face stung from the slaps, my stomach was starting to hurt. I grabbed Maya's arm, signaling her to take me away.

I didn't want to stay in this disgusting house for another second.

If I weren't pregnant, I would have fought them both right then and there.

"Oh, so your lover is here to rescue you?" Ethan sneered, locking the door, his eyes burning with jealousy.

He obviously thought this young man was the father of my baby.

The man was younger and much more handsome than Ethan. Fueled by jealousy, Ethan swung a fist at his face.

The young man calmly blocked the punch and shoved Ethan back, sending him stumbling.

"You!"

Ethan fell miserably to the floor. Before we left, the young man looked down at him and mocked:

"What a loser. You couldn't even keep your own wife."