Liked By My Husband-Her Pregnancy Post with Him - Chapter 5

That evening, I arrived at the karaoke lounge right on time, my makeup flawless, my dress stunning.

Jack saw me and froze for a second before coming over to take my hand.

Emma’s expression flickered, but she quickly recovered, putting on a bright, gracious smile as she introduced me to her friends.

Her long-distance boyfriend, the one she always fought with, was there too, lounging to the side, smoking, looking thoroughly bored.

The waiter rolled in a towering three-tiered cake, a grand display Jack had ordered just for Emma.

Hands clasped together, she closed her eyes, looking serene and princess-like as she made her birthday wishes.

“I have three wishes! First, Jack can’t call me a troublemaker anymore!”

“Second, Jack can’t ignore Lily because of me!”

“And third, I wish I could pass my fertility to Lily, so she can have Jack’s baby soon!”

Before she even finished speaking, my purse slipped from my lap, hitting the floor. A folded paper slid out.

Jack bent down and picked it up for me.

The moment he saw the bold letters at the top, “Post-Abortion Care Instructions”, his face turned ghostly pale.

“Lily, what is this?!” he demanded, voice hoarse.

His wide eyes locked onto mine, his hands tightening around the paper. “When did this happen?”

Emma, thinking we were about to start another argument, stepped in with her usual sweet, coaxing tone. “Come on, Jack, don’t be mad at Lily. It’s my birthday, everyone should be happy!”

She reached for a knife. “Lily, let me cut you a slice of cake!”

I stepped back, keeping my distance, my voice cold. “No need. I only came because Jack promised that if I did, he’d grant me one wish.”

Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a crisp stack of papers and tossed them in his face.

“Sign the divorce papers. That’s my wish.”

Jack looked at me like I’d lost my mind. Then, with a scoff, he ripped the papers to shreds. “Stop joking, Lily.”

His voice lowered, dripping with disbelief. “You expect me to believe you were pregnant just because of some paper from a women’s clinic?”

I corrected him, my tone sharp. “Not pregnant. I was pregnant. I had a miscarriage.”

He flinched. “Why?”

Then, his expression darkened. “Was it because I was busy with Emma? You got jealous, so you, ”

I laughed, cutting him off. “I did plan to get an abortion, Jack. But before I even made it to the hospital, I lost the baby.”

His breath hitched. “What do you mean…”

The moment his gaze met mine, something clicked in his mind. His face went utterly blank as realization set in.

The accident.

The night he hit me with his car.

His voice trembled. “No… that’s impossible. I stopped in time. I didn’t hit you!”

“Let’s go to the hospital, right now! The baby has to be okay!”

He grabbed my wrist, ready to drag me out the door.

But suddenly, Emma clutched her stomach and let out a pained gasp, doubling over.

“Jack… my stomach hurts… so bad…” Her lips trembled as she reached for him, looking like she was barely holding on.

But Jack didn’t move. He didn’t rush to her side like he always did.

Instead, for the first time, he snapped at her, voice dripping with irritation.

“What does your stomach hurting have to do with me?” he barked. “It’s not like I got you pregnant. Why do you keep bothering me? Are you mentally sick?”

Emma froze, her eyes going round with shock. Clearly, she had never expected him to speak to her like that.

I yanked my wrist free from his grip and pulled out another paper from my bag, the hospital receipt from my D&C procedure. I threw it at him.

“Look closely, Jack. The baby’s gone.”

He snatched it up, staring at the date. His lips parted, but no words came.

“When?” His voice cracked. “When did you…”

I smiled mockingly, my voice ringing through the room for everyone to hear.

“The night you brought Emma back to our home. The night you let her sleep over.”

There was a loud crack.

Emma’s boyfriend had shot up from the couch and slapped her clean across the face.

The impact was brutal. Emma staggered, eyes wide, holding her cheek as it rapidly swelled.

“I told you to get money, not to screw around with your boss!” he roared.

Emma’s eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t! I just stayed one night, I swear, ”

“Bullshit!” He grabbed her by the collar, shaking her. “You think I don’t know what’s been going on? You and your boss?!”

The whole room went dead silent. No one dared to step in.

Emma finally snapped, shoving him away. “Fine! So what if I did?!”

She sneered, her voice laced with defiance. “You don’t treat me well! Am I not allowed to find someone who does?!”

She turned to Jack, gripping his arm desperately. “Jack is a thousand times better than you!”

“Emma!” Jack shouted, panic flashing in his eyes. “Shut up!”

His head whipped toward me, his expression desperate. “Lily, don’t listen to her! She’s lying!”

His words came fast, frantic. “That night, you didn’t come home, and I was upset. I wanted to make you jealous, so when Emma called in the middle of the night, I, ”

“I don’t care,” I interrupted, my voice flat.

Jack flinched. “Lily, ”

“Jack, you’re not a man. I despise you.”