My Professional Partner and My Husband Are Kissing

I got reunited with my birth parents on a business trip. Turns out, they're the top tycoons in South City. Bursting with this good news, I raced home to tell Jason Wright, my husband, "Our company's safe. My folks are filthy rich!"

But the moment I stepped inside, I stumbled into a nightmare—my husband and his business partner in a drunken hookup right in our bedroom.

Furious, I was about to storm in on them, but my ten-year-old son, barricading the door, snapped, "Cut it out, Mom! Don't mess up a good thing for me and Dad! Aunt Sophie's loaded, she's gonna save Dad's company!"

That stopped me cold—confused and shocked.

Another daughter? Since when did Dad have another child besides my brother?

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After leaving my newfound wealthy parents, I was eager to get home and break the fantastic news to my husband, especially since his business was on the brink.

Knowing how much he'd poured into his work, and now with my real dad being a mogul, I was sure he could pull us through this slump—maybe even hit a new high.

But no sooner had I opened the door than I was greeted by a mess of scattered clothes and a lacy black bra—a woman's, no doubt.

Lewd noises echoed from the bedroom, setting my blood on fire, but catching sight of my son in the living room, I cooled my jets for a moment.

"Hey Jake, how about you go ride your bike for a bit, huh?"

I barely brushed his shoulder when he shoved me back.

Arms wide, he blocked the bedroom door, "I'm not going anywhere!"

"Quit screwing things up for me and Dad! Aunt Sophie's heiress of the top tycoons in South City and she's rescuing Dad's business. Stay out of it!"

His words were like a slap in the face—I was rooted to the spot in shock.

Sophie Anderson had been a partner at my husband's firm for three years—charming, sharp, and head-turningly attractive.

Whenever I visited, she'd sweetly call me sweet Emily, always so bubbly and affectionate.

Never did I imagine they'd be cheating behind my back!

Ten years of marriage with Jason, and he'd always been sweet, and meticulous about keeping me in the loop on his outings.

Cheating? That just didn't fit the man I knew.

My head was spinning, and all I wanted was to burst through that door and face whatever was happening.

Yet there stood my son, immovable, guarding that door like it was Fort Knox.

"Jake, move!"

Desperate, I tried to scoop him up, but the door swung open, sending Jake tumbling forward and me crashing against it, a sharp pain radiating from my forehead.

"Have you lost your mind, Emily? Pushing your own son?" Jason bellowed from within.

As I looked up, there was Sophie, cradling my sobbing son, her touch soothing.

"Hands off him, now!"

I charged at Sophie, but Jason shoved me back before I could reach her.

"Well, since you're here, let's talk divorce. I'll leave you the house and the car, but Jake stays with me."

My world spun. Just back from a trip and he drops the divorce bomb?

It hit me hard that he wasn't kidding.

"Are you out of your mind? Jake's my boy, how can you even think I'd let him go? And about the baby—what about our child?"

He glanced at my belly with a dismissive scoff and coldly proposed, "Abort it."

WHACK!

I slapped him hard, my voice trembling, "You monster!"

Jason took the slap without flinching, but Sophie was beside herself with worry, cradling his face.

Her anger flared as she faced me, "Jason's over you. Why keep hanging on? If you think the settlement's too lean, how about I throw in an extra million? Would that do?"

"Don't be so selfish. I'm the tycoon's daughter—I can bail him out. What are you? Just a plain Jane housewife." she added.

I froze. Sophie Anderson, the tycoon's daughter?

Then who was I, the daughter they just claimed?

As I stood there dazed, Jason grabbed his bag, took Jake by the hand, and strode toward the door with Sophie.

"You can leave, but my son stays with me."

Jake was my own flesh and blood, the child I raised myself. How could I trust them to look after him, after pulling such a stunt, using a kid to guard the door?

Jason only smirked mockingly at me.

Behind him, my son looked at me with scorn, "I don't want to be with you. Aunt Sophie gets me everything I want. You're just stingy!"

I was shattered by those words.

The man I loved for a decade had betrayed me, and my own son despised me.

Rage choked me, and pain stabbed at my abdomen.

"Get out! All of you, just get out!"

I snatched up the cups from the coffee table, hurling them at their retreating backs.