Liked By My Husband-Her Pregnancy Post with Him - Chapter 3

I didn’t expect Jack to bring Emma to the restaurant.

The client hadn’t arrived yet, so the two of them slid into the seats right across from me.

I found it ridiculous. Without bothering to hide my annoyance, I spoke up bluntly.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Chen from TechStar.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Did Mr. Chen say he didn’t want to see me?”

I fell silent. As much as I wanted to tell them to leave, I couldn’t. Jack was still my boss, after all.

During the meal, Mr. Chen gestured to his assistant, who promptly uncorked a bottle of expensive wine.

I frowned.

I could still hear the doctor’s words echoing in my mind from when I scheduled the abortion appointment:

‘Your uterus was already damaged from the miscarriage after that car accident. This pregnancy is a miracle. If you miscarry again, you may never get another chance.’

I pressed my lips together, about to politely decline the drink when Emma suddenly smiled and chirped, “I’ve heard people say Lily can really hold her liquor. I finally get to see it for myself today!”

Her wide eyes shone with admiration, picture-perfect innocence.

My expression cooled instantly.

“Who told you that?” I asked, my voice steady but sharp.

Emma’s smile froze. She darted a nervous glance at Jack.

“Did I… say something wrong again?” she murmured, voice trembling just enough to tug at a man’s protective instincts.

Jack, ever the hero, patted her head reassuringly before turning to me with a cold, commanding look.

“Lily, it’s just one drink. Stop being so difficult. You’re not a little girl anymore.”

A chill ran through my chest. I met his gaze and, without breaking eye contact, smiled faintly.

“Mr. Wilson,” I said, enunciating every word, “I can’t drink because, I’m pregnant.”

Silence slammed down on the table.

Emma was the first to react. A strange look flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with a bright, delighted expression. She shot to her feet, raising her glass.

“Congratulations, Lily!” she exclaimed, voice dripping with sweetness.

She was about to down the wine when Jack grabbed her wrist, his expression instantly dark.

“Emma, you’re pregnant too. No alcohol.”

Emma rarely went against him. But this time, she yanked her hand free and clutched the glass stubbornly.

“No, I have to drink!” she insisted, her voice trembling. “Ever since I came to the city, I’ve accidentally upset Lily over and over…”

“This drink is my apology to her!”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Then, before anyone could stop her, she tilted her head back and drained the glass in one go.

Almost immediately, she coughed violently, her face turning red as tears welled up in her eyes.

Jack watched, his expression twisting with anger and concern.

His chair scraped against the floor as he shot to his feet, his furious gaze locking onto me.

“Are you happy now?” he demanded. “Only someone as naive as Emma would believe your lies!”

“If anything happens to her baby, I will never forgive you!”

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Do as you please.”

Without another word, I turned to Mr. Chen, gave him a brief apology, and pushed my chair back to leave.

Jack’s voice lashed after me.

“Lily, I’ve put up with you long enough! To you, everything Emma does is wrong!”

“If you really can’t accept her, why don’t we just get divorced?!”

I paused for a moment, surprised. Then it clicked.

Five years of marriage, and he had never publicly acknowledged me.

Now, just to put me in my place, he was willing to say it out loud.

I turned to face him, studying his handsome face twisted with anger. Then, I nodded.

“Alright, then. Let’s divorce.”

Without another glance, I walked out of the private room.

Once outside the hotel, I pulled out my phone and called the divorce lawyer.

As we discussed the details, a sudden flash of light filled my vision.

A car. Racing toward me at full speed.

I froze. Terror surged through me as my legs gave out, and I stumbled backward.

At the last possible second, the driver slammed the brakes and swerved hard.

The car missed me. But I collapsed onto the pavement.

A passing girl rushed over. She bent down to help me up, but the moment her hand touched my waist, she gasped in horror.

“Oh my god! You’re bleeding so much!”

Dazed, I looked down.

A dark red pool spread beneath me, soaking into the pavement.

At the hospital, the doctor’s voice was firm. “You need to contact your family.”

I gripped my phone tightly. My gaze skimmed over Jack’s number.

Then, without hesitation, I dialed my lawyer instead.

I remembered that car.

The license plate was unmistakable.

It was the one Jack and I had picked out together.