Part 2- My husband married his first love abroad while I was pregnant. When he returned…

My Husband Married His First Love Abroad While I Was Pregnant. He Returned To Find His Villa Gone — Part 2

I thought the hardest part of leaving Ethan would be saying goodbye.

I was wrong.

The hardest part was realizing that the person I was saying goodbye to had already left me long before I walked away.

For years, I had been holding on to memories.

The first time Ethan cooked dinner for me.

The night he stayed awake because I was sick.

The way he used to smile whenever I called him “old man.”

The way he promised that no matter what happened, I would always be his home.

But memories are dangerous.

They can make you love a person who no longer exists.

And that was exactly what happened to me.

The Ethan I loved was the man who held my hand when I was afraid.

The Ethan standing in front of me now was a man who could watch another woman cry and immediately assume I was guilty.

A man who could ignore his pregnant wife’s desperate calls because another woman needed his attention.

A man who could give away the last gift from my mother because Renee liked it.

I spent three years trying to prove that I mattered.

But I was finally tired.

I didn’t want to compete with a ghost anymore.

I didn’t want to fight for a place in my own marriage.

So I made a choice.

I would disappear from Ethan’s world.

Not dramatically.

Not with revenge.

Just quietly.

Because sometimes the most painful punishment for someone who took you for granted…

is losing you completely.

After meeting Lucas at the university, I returned home with a strange feeling.

For the first time in months, I felt hopeful.

Not because of Lucas.

Not because I wanted to replace Ethan.

But because I remembered who I was before marriage.

I remembered Chloe Song.

The girl who dreamed about discovering something important.

The girl who stayed awake all night researching.

The girl who believed her future could be bigger than anyone imagined.

That girl had been buried under the title of “Mrs. Fu” for too long.

And I wanted her back.

But when I arrived home, Ethan was waiting.

He was sitting in the living room.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were different.

“You seemed happy today.”

I looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You smiled.”

His voice was strangely serious.

“You haven’t smiled like that in a long time.”

I almost laughed.

Because he noticed my smile.

But he never noticed my tears.

“I met an old friend.”

“Lucas?”

The way he said that name immediately caught my attention.

A strange feeling appeared in my chest.

“You remember his name?”

Ethan looked away.

“I heard you introduce him.”

I nodded.

“He offered me a research position.”

His expression changed.

“A research position?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Overseas.”

The room became silent.

For a moment, I saw something flash in Ethan’s eyes.

Fear.

But it disappeared quickly.

“You can’t go.”

I looked at him.

“Why?”

“Because you’re pregnant.”

The words almost made me laugh.

I looked at him quietly.

“Is that the only reason?”

Ethan frowned.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you only remember I am pregnant when it affects your plans.”

His face became uncomfortable.

“Chloe, don’t start this.”

I stared at him.

“Start what?”

“You are overthinking things.”

Those words.

Those exact words.

They hurt more than anger.

Because they proved he still didn’t understand.

I wasn’t angry.

I was disappointed.

There was a difference.

“I am not fighting with you, Ethan.”

I spoke softly.

“I’m just making a decision.”

He stepped closer.

“About what?”

“About my life.”

Before he could answer, his phone rang.

The name on the screen appeared.

Renee.

Again.

I watched him hesitate.

Only for a second.

But I saw it.

That tiny moment where he had to choose.

And he chose her.

“I need to take this.”

He walked away.

I stood there alone.

And strangely…

I wasn’t hurt anymore.

Because I finally stopped expecting him to choose me.

That night, Ethan didn’t come home until midnight.

I was sitting in the study, packing my documents.

My research papers.

My certificates.

Everything I had abandoned.

He walked in and looked surprised.

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing.”

“For what?”

“My future.”

He stared at me.

“Chloe…”

I closed the folder.

“I want to ask you something.”

“What?”

“If Renee had never left America… would you have married me?”

The question shocked him.

He became silent.

Too silent.

That silence was the answer.

I smiled sadly.

“I understand.”

“That’s not fair.”

His voice became defensive.

“You know I love you.”

“Do I?”

He froze.

I looked at him.

“Because love isn’t only about saying the words.”

“It is about who you choose when someone needs you.”

“And when I needed you…”

I stopped.

I didn’t want to cry.

I refused to cry in front of him anymore.

“You weren’t there.”

For the first time, Ethan looked guilty.

But guilt was not enough.

Regret was not enough.

Because some wounds happen only once.

And once they happen…

you cannot simply apologize them away.

The next morning, Ethan surprised me.

He handed me a set of keys.

“I bought something for you.”

I looked at him.

“A gift?”

He smiled.

“Yes.”

I followed him outside.

And then I saw it.

A huge luxury villa.

Beautiful.

Elegant.

Exactly the kind of home I once dreamed about.

Inside were everything I loved.

The furniture style I preferred.

The colors I liked.

A garden filled with purple orchids.

A nursery decorated for our baby.

For a moment…

my heart almost broke.

Because this was the Ethan I remembered.

The man who paid attention to every detail.

The man who knew my favorite flowers.

The man who once loved me deeply.

He stood behind me.

“I wanted this to be our new home.”

“Our daughter will grow up here.”

He smiled.

“What should we name her?”

I couldn’t answer.

Because he didn’t know.

Our daughter was already gone.

The child he imagined.

The future he dreamed about.

It had already disappeared.

And he didn’t even know.

Tears fell from my eyes.

Ethan immediately panicked.

“Why are you crying?”

He wiped my tears.

“I knew you would love it.”

But I wasn’t crying because I was happy.

I was crying because this beautiful place arrived too late.

Then a familiar voice came from behind.

“Ethan?”

My body froze.

Renee.

She walked into the villa like she belonged there.

Her eyes immediately brightened.

“This place is beautiful.”

She looked around.

Then she smiled.

“I was actually looking for somewhere to stay.”

Ethan looked at her.

“What?”

She laughed softly.

“I know it’s embarrassing to ask.”

“But could you let me have this villa?”

The room became silent.

I looked at Ethan.

Waiting.

Not because I still hoped.

But because I wanted to know.

Who would he choose?

Ethan looked uncomfortable.

This villa was supposed to be mine.

But Renee looked at him with those familiar eyes.

The same eyes that had haunted my marriage.

Finally…

Ethan spoke.

“Chloe…”

I already knew.

“Since the baby isn’t born yet…”

He paused.

“Can we give this villa to Renee?”

For a moment, I felt something.

Not pain.

Not anger.

Just emptiness.

I smiled.

“Sure.”

Ethan looked surprised.

“You agree?”

I nodded.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Because I knew something he didn’t.

I wasn’t staying long enough to need the villa.

I wasn’t staying long enough to need anything from him.

The home.

The garden.

The promises.

They were all meaningless now.

That night, Renee invited us to dinner to thank Ethan.

During dinner, Ethan received another call and left the table.

Renee leaned closer.

“You finally understand, don’t you?”

I looked at her.

“What?”

“That Ethan will always choose me.”

She smiled.

“Even if he gives something to you first, I only need to ask once.”

I calmly continued eating.

She frowned.

“You aren’t angry?”

“No.”

“Why?”

I looked at her.

“Because you don’t understand something.”

“What?”

“I am not fighting for him anymore.”

Before she could respond, Ethan returned.

And suddenly, Renee’s expression changed.

She grabbed the bowl of hot soup.

And poured it onto herself.

She screamed.

The restaurant became chaotic.

Ethan rushed over.

“Renee!”

She cried in his arms.

“Please don’t blame Chloe…”

Those words were enough.

Ethan looked at me with disappointment.

“Chloe…”

I couldn’t believe it.

Even after everything.

He still believed her.

“It wasn’t me.”

“Check the security footage.”

But Ethan didn’t listen.

He only saw Renee’s tears.

Not my truth.

When he grabbed my arm and tried to force me to apologize, I struggled.

Then suddenly…

I fell.

My head hit the edge of the table.

Pain exploded through my body.

Blood covered my face.

And the last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Ethan’s terrified expression.

“Chloe!”

For the first time in months…

he looked afraid of losing me.

But it was too late.

Because when I woke up in the hospital…

the doctor asked him a question.

“Mr. Fu, you asked about the baby?”

Ethan nodded.

“Yes. Is my wife’s baby okay?”

The doctor looked confused.

“What baby?”

The room became silent.

Ethan froze.

And I closed my eyes.

Because finally…

the truth he had been avoiding was standing right in front of him.

Our baby was gone.

And soon…

I would be gone too.

To be continued in Part 3…