My Husband And His Intern Did Me Dirty

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table.

When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work.

"Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again."

I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him.

Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse.

"Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?"

One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again.

"She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone."

I chose to believe him. Again.

Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face.

"It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately."

Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice.

"Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?"

I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed.

"Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

I pushed open the front door, and the groceries in my hand tumbled to the floor. I stood frozen in place.

A birthday candle flickered as everyone sang "Happy Birthday." The table was piled with an extravagant spread—dishes I didn't even recognize.

Seated around the table were my mother-in-law, my husband, Sophie Dixon, and a pair of twins nestled in their arms. The five of them bowed their heads in unison, making a birthday wish, smiles of contentment on their faces.

There wasn't even a place setting for me.

In that moment, I felt like a stranger who had barged into someone else's home.

It was a long time before my husband, Jaxon Murray, finally looked up and saw me. His fork paused briefly in midair, then, as if nothing had happened, he picked up a piece of meat and gently fed it to Sophie.

Sophie accepted it shyly, though her eyes flicked toward me with calculated indifference.

My mother-in-law acted as if she'd just noticed me standing by the door. Her gaze was cold and sharp.

"You're back? Done with your errands?"

I clenched my teeth and slowly stepped toward the table. "Mom, I took time off early today. Happy birthday."

Jaxon set down his fork and offered a casual explanation. "Mom decided to celebrate early. We didn't have time to let you know."

'Didn't have time to let me know? It only takes a phone call or a single message. But you didn't even bother with that,' I thought bitterly.

I placed a bracelet box on the table and forced a smile. "Happy birthday," I said.

My mother-in-law spared it a glance, didn't even open the lid, and went right back to cooing at the child in her arms.

After dinner, Sophie quickly stood and slipped her arm through my mother-in-law's.

"Mom, let me help you clean up the kitchen."

Then she turned to me with a polite smile. "Lauren, would you mind watching the baby for a bit?"

Jaxon, holding the other child, followed them into the kitchen. Laughter and cheerful chatter echoed from within as they played with the baby.

A dull ache pierced my chest. I lowered my head quickly, blinking back the sting in my eyes, and gently patted the baby in my arms.

Suddenly, the child began wailing violently, his tiny face flushed bright red.

Everyone came rushing out of the kitchen at once, only to find a rash spreading rapidly across the baby's skin.

Without a word, Sophie shoved me to the ground and snatched the child from my arms, her voice breaking as she sobbed.