Liked By My Husband-Her Pregnancy Post with Him - Chapter 2

I didn’t wait for him.

After sending a quick text to a lawyer I knew, inquiring about divorce procedures, I went to bed early.

A notification sound woke me in the middle of the night.

I checked my phone, 1 AM.

The space beside me was empty. No surprise there.

Unlocking my screen, I saw multiple messages from Emma.

“My Jack is so handsome!”

“I just wanna eat him up while he’s sleeping, wah!”

Attached was a photo of Jack, fast asleep on her pink cartoon pillow. His hair was messy, lips slightly parted, face completely at ease.

Before I could react, another message popped up.

Emma had recalled the previous ones.

Then, a sticker of a wide-eyed kitten begging for forgiveness appeared, followed by:

“Oops! Meant to send that to my bestie. Wrong chat, sorry!”

“Jack passed out, and I was just messing around taking pictures. Don’t be mad, sis!”

She expected me to call Jack in a rage, just like before.

This time, I simply blocked her and went back to sleep.

I didn’t care anymore.

The next morning, Jack and Emma arrived at the office together.

Emma, carefully cradling her stomach, tripped on absolutely nothing and stumbled forward, her face paling in shock.

Jack instinctively scooped her up into his arms and carried her inside.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, cheeks flushed, then shot me a triumphant little smirk.

My coworkers whispered amongst themselves.

“That girl can’t even tell a copier from a paper shredder, but she’s been the boss’s secretary for half a year now?”

“You think he’s actually into her?”

I was busy texting my lawyer and absentmindedly nodded.

“Probably.”

A heavy silence fell around me.

Then, a cold, familiar voice cut through it.

“Lily, come with me.”

I turned to find Jack standing behind me, eyes dark and unreadable.

No one at the company knew we were married.

Jack had a strict no-office-romance policy, so officially, I was just a long-time employee.

To maintain appearances, he always treated me with detached professionalism at work.

Once, I had a 104°F fever and could barely stay on my feet. Desperate, I went to him for help.

But in front of his employees, he shook off my hand and told me to ask HR for sick leave.

Meanwhile, the moment Emma so much as mentioned a stomachache, Jack would drop everything, even major meetings, to rush her to the hospital.

I followed him into his office.

Emma had already been settled in the adjoining lounge.

Once we were alone, Jack reached for my hand, his voice low.

“Still mad?”

I pulled away, my tone indifferent.

“I told you, I’m not mad.”

His grip tightened on my shoulders. His gaze locked onto mine.

“Still pretending?”

“I didn’t come home last night, and you didn’t even call. Not once. You really expect me to believe you’re not upset?”

I looked at him blankly.

“Emma was with you, wasn’t she? She’s your secretary. I’m sure she took good care of you.”

His expression darkened. His fingers dug into my shoulders.

I winced.

Struggling to break free, I lost my balance and fell onto the couch.

As I steadied myself, my hand brushed against something.

I tugged it free.

A pink lace bra.

Shoved between the couch cushions.

The anger on Jack’s face vanished instantly.

“This isn’t, ”

I didn’t care what excuse he had lined up.

I tossed the bra back onto the couch and straightened.

“If that’s all, Mr. Wilson, I have work to do.”

After work, I was about to meet a client when Jack’s car pulled up beside me.

“Get in,” he said. “I’ll drop Emma off first, then take you to that seafood place by the river.”

Emma leaned over from the passenger seat, flashing me a bright smile.

“Sorry, Lily! Bumming a ride again!”

I was busy booking a cab and didn’t bother looking at her.

“You two go ahead,” I said lightly. “I’m allergic to seafood.”

Jack’s face darkened instantly.

Of course, he knew I wasn’t allergic.

That seafood restaurant had been my favorite.

His hands clenched around the steering wheel, jaw tightening as if he had more to say.

I didn’t give him the chance.

Without another glance, I stepped around his car and slid into a taxi waiting on the other side of the street.