On Our Wedding Day, He Married another woman—I Ruined Him Chapter 05

On Our Wedding Day, He Married another woman—I Ruined Him Chapter 05

The internet melted down over that lab report.

The public narrative flipped entirely within minutes, and an army of viewers flooded Ethan and

Lily’s accounts demanding the truth.

The studio assistants, their hands shaking, finally called an ambulance and had me rushed to the

nearest emergency room.

The hospital immediately issued a critical notice-I was experiencing a severe threatened

miscarriage compounded by deep internal scarring. I was ordered to remain completely

immobilized under strict medical observation.

I lay on the ER cot, my consciousness drifting. My phone on the bedside table was vibrating itself to

pieces with thousands of death threats directed at Ethan and frantic media inquiries.

Harvey arrived quickly, taking my phone into his custody to preserve evidence. The brutal footage

of the live broadcast was already pinned across every major platform globally.

Eventually, Ethan arrived at the hospital.

He wasn’t there for me. He was escorting Lily to the adjacent OB-GYN clinic because she claimed her stomach felt tight after her theatrical fall.

Through the thin privacy curtain separating the bays, I could hear Lily’s sugary voice clear as day

as she questioned the doctor.

“Doctor, given my current health, if Ethan and I start trying for a baby now, will I conceive

quickly?”

Ethan was murmuring softly to her, promising that the moment this PR crisis blew over, they

would start a family immediately.

I closed

my eyes, placing a hand over my flat, aching stomach. I didn’t even have the energy to weep

anymore.

A nurse stepped through the curtain with the admission paperwork, looking for a spouse to sign. Seeing my name, Ethan can’t avoid it and finally strolled into my bay, his expression laced with

uncharacteristic panic.

“The baby… is it really gone?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

i looked at him, a cold smile touching my lips.

“Now you believe me?”

He went quiet.

After a long pause, he stepped closer. “Audrey, I’m sorry. Lily is young; she didn’t understand the

gravity of what she was doing. She was just terrified of losing me.

Even now,

with my blood on his hands, his first instinct was to shield her.

I gathered every ounce of strength left in my lungs.

“Get out.”

It was the first time in seven years I had ever looked at him with pure disgust. His face turned an ugly shade of red.

Lily, who had been eavesdropping outside the curtain, immediately burst into tears and ran down

the corridor.

Ethan automatically spun around to chase after her. At the doorway, he paused, giving me a complex, lingering look.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I pressed the call button on my pillow.

“Nurse, please remove this man from my room. He is disturbing my rest.”

Once security escorted him out, the world finally fell silent.

Harvey stepped back inside, his face grave as he delivered more news.

“We reviewed the corporate restructuring records from their Series A funding round. There was an original equity nominee agreement listing you as a fifty-percent shareholder.”

“Ethan secretly altered the filing right before the capital injection closed.”

I remembered seven years ago, liquidating my parents’ retirement savings to keep his prototype from being repossessed. He had held my hands, promising me that half of everything he built would always be mine.

It was a lie. All of it.

“If we can locate the original email threads and map the bank transfers to form a clean financial

loop, we can file a high-asset lawsuit to reclaim your entire stake,” Harvey said, his glasses

reflecting the harsh clinic light.

I stared at the ceiling.

“Contact Harper,” I said flatly. “She was our head of finance back then.”

That night, Lily posted another video.

Crying to her phone, she claimed that I had forged the pregnancy results to blackmail Ethan into returning to me, framing herself as the ultimate victim.

This time, I didn’t send a text. I didn’t make a sound.

I simply took a photo of the official hospital diagnosis sheet and locked it inside an encrypted drive.

Then, I opened my contacts, found the name that had been pinned at the top of my life for seven years, and tapped Block.