Husband Got an Intern Pregnant

“I don’t buy it, Reina. Quit pretending,” Jericho said, his voice tight.

“I know you’re hurting just like I am. Sure, you’ve got someone new now, but he’s just a stand–in, right? A distraction. I can tell, when you look at him, there’s nothing there. No real love.”

I let out a laugh, dry and sharp, more out of irritation than anything. “Wow,” I said, raising my brows. “You really think you’re that unforgettable, huh?”

I looked him dead in the eye, voice steady and cool.

“When you found me again, it felt like getting stuck with a gross old chewing gum I couldn’t rip off. Jericho, I’m begging you, stay out of my life. I don’t even want to breathe the same air as you. It feels contaminated.“

His face went from pale to flushed in an instant. He looked completely thrown.

“Reina… what happened to you?” His voice cracked. “I said I was sorry. I admitted I screwed up. What else do you want from me? Do you want me to drop to my knees or something?“”

I didn’t flinch. “No. Even if you collapsed right in front of me, I wouldn’t so much as blink.“

That hit him hard. He didn’t say anything else. I turned and started walking away.

Made it maybe ten, twelve steps before I heard him calling out again, his voice hoarse, desperate.

“Reina… I don’t have much time left in this world. I’m leaving soon. You won’t have to see me again. Just… please, can you turn around? Just once?“

I froze. But I kept walking. Never turned back.

Half a year passed. Valentine’s Day came around and the guy from the office, the one who kept chasing after me, finally got me to agree to dinner.

He said it was to celebrate my promotion.

We ended up at a revolving restaurant by the river. The city lights sparkled outside the window and soft piano music filled the air.

Just as I lifted my spoon, the system’s voice rang out, cold and sudden. “Host, Mr. Greene has died in that world.“

My hand stilled. The spoon hit the plate with a loud clink. A strange wave of emotion hit me out of nowhere. The system filled me in on what happened after Jericho returned.

He fell apart. Gave up on everything. Went through woman after woman. But he never took Margot back. Refused, actually.

Said she was the reason I left and that alone made her unforgivable.

Margot completely lost it. She was furious, exposed everything. The affair, the abuse, the miscarriage. Said Jericho hit her so hard she bled for days.

And what did he do? Used my dad’s old connections to bury it, sweep it all under the rug. Then had the audacity to sue her like she was the one who ruined everything.

She was spiraling after that. Barely hanging on. People said she wasn’t right in the head anymore and then came that snowy day. She showed up out of nowhere and stabbed him.

Jericho was bleeding out, the snow around him turning bright red, but he refused to go to the hospital. Just got in his car, pale and shaking and drove himself home.

He made it to the villa, shut the door behind him and dragged himself upstairs into the bedroom. His people found him, banging on the door, yelling at him to open up, to let them help.

However, he didn’t listen. Just sat there, staring up at the wedding photo on the wall, the one where I was standing beside him, frozen in time.

The system’s voice cut through my thoughts, calm and cold. “Mr. Greene said, ‘Reina, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait for you here. When you come home, you’ll see me as soon as you open the door.“

Then it added, just as steady, “When Mr. Greene died, he was lying on the bedroom floor. His eyes never left the photo. When his men finally broke in, he was already gone.“

Outside the window, the city lights blurred together, streaks of neon smearing like tears across glass. I sat there in silence, something heavy curling in my chest.

After a long moment, I said softly, “I know. You don’t have to tell me anything more about him.”

“What did she say?” In the hospital room, the man wrapped in bandages slammed the glass in his hand against the floor. It shattered into a thousand pieces.