A Pregnant Cat Exposed His Betrayal

I found a cat’s pregnancy scan in my husband’s car. The cat was named “Luna,” and the owner listed was my husband, Julian Vance. I froze. I’m allergic to cat fur, and we’d never had a cat at home. I called him: “Since when did you get a cat?” He chuckled. “There’s a stray cat pregnant outside the office building. I felt bad for her, so I drove her to the vet. I know you’re allergic, so I’ve been keeping her at the office.” I hung up without a word. The scan report stated that “Luna” was a long-haired Persian cat. But I remembered the cat the company adopted was a short-haired tabby. 1 I drove to the pet clinic listed on the scan report. “My friend asked me to pick up Luna’s health records.” The receptionist pulled up Luna’s file for me. Luna’s Dad: Julian Vance. Luna’s Mom: Melanie Rivers. Last year, out of pure sympathy, I had gone against protocol and hired Melanie as an intern for the logistics department. She came from a humble background and desperately needed a chance. Now, it seemed, her “internship” had long since been “promoted.” My chest ached. I went straight to the office to confront Julian. But when I got to his office, he wasn’t there. Before I resigned to care for our twin girls, I was the company’s Vice President. My office was right next to his. I hadn’t worked in a long time, caring for our daughters. Julian had once said: “This office will always be yours, waiting for you to come back anytime.” But now, I heard a woman’s soft moans coming from my old office. Ignoring Sarah, his assistant, who tried to stop me, I kicked the door open. “Julian, you’re back!” Melanie was sitting on a large bed. The moment she saw me, she shrieked and dove under the covers. I was stunned. This wasn’t an office at all. It was clearly a private, luxurious suite. A huge round bed sat by the window, and there was even a vanity and a wardrobe. “Mr. Vance is still in a meeting, maybe you could…” Sarah mumbled behind me, not daring to look up. I glanced at Melanie, trembling under the covers, and my eyes widened. The duvet was visibly mounded over her belly. So, my husband wasn’t just keeping a pregnant cat. He was keeping a pregnant woman. I strode over, yanked the covers off, and glared at her face: “How far along are you?!” Tears streamed down Melanie’s face, and in seconds, she burst into desperate sobs: “I’m so sorry, Char!” “Charlotte, you’re scaring her!” A furious force shoved me aside, a blur of motion in my vision. By the time I registered what happened, Julian was holding Melanie, gently patting her back: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you.” It was so utterly ironic! Just this morning, before he left, he’d nuzzled my face and told me I was working hard taking care of our daughters, promising to take us to Disneyland in a few days. Now, he was holding another woman, carefully avoiding her swollen belly, comforting her, promising to protect her. A wave of overwhelming despair washed over me. I felt dizzy, reaching back for support, but I knocked over a photo frame instead. In the picture, Julian was kneeling before Melanie, his large hands cradling her pregnant belly, his gaze tender as he looked up at her. I looked at him, my voice ice-cold: “Julian, you got another woman pregnant and let her live in my office!” Melanie was startled again, her face pale as she clutched her stomach. “Julian, I hurt…” “Melanie, what’s wrong! Call an ambulance!” Julian panicked, immediately sweeping her into his arms and yelling at his assistant. He acted as if I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his arm forcefully: “You’re not going anywhere until you explain this!” Julian yanked his arm free, careful not to hurt Melanie: “Explain what? I’m telling you, Melanie is nine months pregnant! If anything happens to our baby, I’ll never forgive you!” With that, he carried Melanie out, leaving me standing there alone. I gritted my teeth, then started smashing everything in that room. 2 It was dark by the time I got home. Maria, our nanny, had put both my daughters to sleep. I gently stroked their cheeks. The cold sweat and fury began to dissipate, and my heart slowly calmed. These were my twin girls, born after countless ovulation shots and three rounds of IVF. Five years ago, Julian came into the delivery room with me. He’d started by cracking jokes to help me relax, but then he cried more bitterly than I did: “They’re two girls… Will daughters have to give birth someday too? No, Char, we’re not having any more kids. Our daughters won’t have to either…” Back then, I truly believed I had found the most wonderful man in the world. For the next five years, he was consistently loving, our affection as strong as ever. But today, all those illusions of love shattered. My poor daughters, they had no idea their father was about to have another child. Suddenly, I remembered the gold chain on Melanie’ wrist. Wasn’t that the one I’d prepared for my daughters ever since they were born? My heart pounded. I rushed to the study, opened the safe, and saw my jewelry box was gone! My heart sank. I called a friend: “Help me find someone’s address, fast… I need it now!” Half an hour later, I drove to a secluded mountain villa in the suburbs. A familiar face opened the door. It was Maria, the nanny who had been taking care of me and our two daughters since I was pregnant. Because the girls adored her, I paid her a high salary, intending to keep her until they grew up. But she had said her son was getting married and resigned last year. Turns out, Julian had brought her here to care for his next child. “Ms. Hayes…” My face hardened. I pushed past her and walked straight inside. In the room nearest the door, the pregnant American Shorthair cat was stretching. This room was twice the size of Julian’s office, filled with cat supplies—a specially designed cat haven. I continued walking, hearing Julian’s soft murmur: “It’s okay now. Didn’t the doctor say the baby is healthy?” “All the stuff she broke can be bought again… It was just a photo frame, I’ll just have the photo studio make you another one, alright?” Through the crack in the door, I saw Melanie nestled in his arms, her finger tracing circles on his Adam’s apple: “But I’m so scared she’ll come after me again. She won’t tolerate me…” Julian chuckled softly: “What are you afraid of? When have I ever let you suffer?” My fingernails dug deep into my palms. I spoke, my voice cold: “Julian, give me back the fund I set aside for my daughters’ future.” Melanie’s eyes widened. She let out a shriek and buried her face in his chest. Julian’s tenderness instantly turned to annoyance. He shielded her behind him, grabbed a bottle of makeup from the table, and threw it at me: “What are you doing here? Melanie is almost due. Can’t whatever you want to say wait until after she’s given birth?!” In ten years of marriage, he had only lost his temper with me twice. Both times were today, both were for Melanie, and this time, he’d even laid hands on me. The bottle hit my forehead. I felt a dizzying pain. “I’ll say it again. Give me back my daughters’ nest egg, or I’m calling the police.” Julian frowned, seeing the blood trickling down my forehead, but before he could speak, Melanie suddenly knelt on the floor, clutching her pregnant belly, frantically taking off her bracelets and necklaces: “Ms. Hayes, I’ll give it all back! I’m sorry, I was shameless, you can hit me or scold me, but my baby is innocent, please, let my baby go…” Julian tenderly helped her up. “Why are you talking about yourself like that? What if the baby hears you?” Then he looked at me, his eyes cold and devoid of warmth: “Charlotte, since you know everything, I won’t hide it anymore.” “Melanie is carrying a son, my son! Your two daughters are useless, they don’t need any future fund. I’ve given that whole box to Melanie.” “But don’t make a big deal out of it. Melanie isn’t asking for an official title. As long as you don’t go after her and my son, you’ll always be Mrs. Vance.” His son. My daughters. So, that’s how clearly he distinguished between boys and girls. He no longer loved me, and certainly not our daughters. What was the point of staying with him? I took two steps forward, picked up the custom-made diamond bracelet, which was now broken in two, and said coldly. “No need. Since she’s the mother of your son, of course, I’ll step aside.” “Julian, we’re getting a divorce.” Then, under Melanie’s horrified gaze, I dialed 91

“Hello, I’d like to report a crime. Someone intentionally damaged my private property. I have the perpetrators and the evidence right here. Please send officers immediately!” 3 The police arrived at the villa quickly. They collected evidence, investigated, and took statements. The farce ended with Julian agreeing to compensate me for the damages, then leaving with Melanie, as if nothing had happened. By the time I returned home, it was already broad daylight. I saw the empty safe, and Julian’s sneer still echoed in my ears: “Divorce? Could you really bear it?” “You chose to abandon a pre-arranged match with a prominent family, and broke ties with your parents to marry me. Now if you divorce, you’ll be the laughingstock of the Hayes family.” He was right. When we married, Julian was just a struggling artist, while the Hayes family was a titan in the cosmetics industry. For him, I had a huge fallout with my family. Now, if I divorced him, and for such a scandalous reason as infidelity, my family relatives would surely mock me mercilessly. But he seemed to have forgotten, when I chose him back then, I never cared about what others thought. Now, I was still the same me. Only he had changed. While discussing divorce papers with my lawyer, I noticed Melanie had updated her SnapChat. She was wearing two newly bought gold bracelets, smiling brightly. [My baby has nothing to fear, Daddy is our knight, he will protect us.] Below, Julian replied: “From now on, my son and I will protect you. I’ll buy you even more gold.” When I first hired her, her SnapChat had always blocked me. But Julian’s protection had clearly emboldened her, making her audacious enough to flaunt their affection right in front of me. I immediately screenshot it and sent it to my lawyer. The lawyer, in turn, sent me a stock transfer certificate. The contents were truly shocking. The cosmetics company, which had grown large thanks to my resources and patents, had 70% of its shares in Julian’s hands. He had transferred them all to Melanie seven months ago! She was now the company’s largest shareholder! My heart pounded. I quickly clicked on Melanie’ SnapChat, scrolling back through her posts. All her posts from the past year were now public, as if intentionally revealed for me to see. [Julian gave me the company, said it was my ‘engagement gift.’ He’ll run it for me, but I have him, that’s all I need, why would I need a company anyway.] [Luna is pregnant too! Julian was so happy, said it was double good news, he gave all his houses to me, and even said his daughters’ houses could be for Luna’s babies.] [Luna is the happiest little cat in the world, with four little babies in her belly, each getting their own penthouse.] Scene after scene flashed before my eyes. A month ago, Julian had asked for the property deeds, saying he’d found two adjacent villas and wanted to trade our daughters’ four penthouse apartments for them. I wanted to go see them with him, but he made many excuses to put it off. Turns out, he’d given the properties to the four kittens in Luna’s belly. And all the houses under our names, and that company, had become Melanie’s gifts. The fund I’d saved for my daughters had become her jewelry. He had given her everything. My daughters and I were left with nothing. My phone rang. Before the lawyer could speak, I gritted my teeth and said, word by word: “Collect evidence. Sue him for malicious transfer of marital assets.” “Also, revoke all the cosmetics patents I authorized. Don’t leave a single one!” 4 After that, Julian seemed to forget about me. It wasn’t until three days later, as I was simmering chicken soup at home, that Julian suddenly entered, arm around Melanie. Several nannies and bodyguards followed them, one of them carrying a cat carrier. “Luna is almost due, and Melanie can’t stand the smell of blood. So we’re bringing Luna here to deliver.” I looked up at him: “Julian, both my daughters and I are allergic to cat fur. If you let a cat live here, where will our daughters stay?” He personally helped Melanie to sit on the sofa, naturally brought out a bowl of soup and handed it to her, then looked at me with impatience: “They can just find somewhere else to stay, can’t they? Allergic to cats at such a young age, I wonder if it’s some inferior gene they inherited from you.” With the charade finally over, he truly stopped pretending, dropping even the superficial politeness. I pulled out a chair and sat down, speaking coldly: “This is my home. If anyone needs to leave, it certainly isn’t me.” Melanie blinked, then choked, pretending to stand up: “Ms. Hayes is right, I’m the one who should leave…” Julian pressed her back down, his tone hostile towards me: “Don’t waste my time. I told you, if you want to remain Mrs. Vance, you’ll listen to me.” “Melanie is due in a few days, she absolutely cannot be stressed… What are you standing there for? Get her out!” The bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. But they were all employees I had hired. Now, one look from me, and none dared to move. Looking past them, I watched him play the “good husband,” the “good father.” It only made me laugh even more bitterly: “Julian, you gave her the company and all the properties. You even gave her our daughters’ properties. Where do you expect us to go?” Julian’s face darkened completely. He slammed the soup bowl down. Broth splashed across the table: “Charlotte, you dared to investigate me?!” “I warned you to wait until Melanie had given birth before discussing anything. But you just couldn’t sit still, insisting on making a scene now. Are you trying to anger me, or stress Melanie out?” “Fine, you want a divorce? Then let’s divorce. I want to see how long you, Charlotte, can survive without the Hayes family, and without me!” Julian, you’re mistaken. I want to see how long you and this woman can survive without me, and without my patents! Just as tensions were about to explode, the kindergarten teacher brought our two daughters home. “Mommy, Daddy, why are there so many people here…” A flicker of regret crossed Julian’s eyes. As he turned his head, Melanie suddenly moaned: “Julian… my stomach hurts so much…” “This chicken soup… it tastes off. Quick… take me to the hospital…” Julian immediately spun around, seeing Melanie’s face deathly pale, clutching her stomach and panting in pain. I frowned. Before I could speak, he had already scooped Melanie up and was rushing out. “Charlotte, you dared to poison the soup!” “If anything happens to my son, I swear, I’ll never let you go!” My daughters, terrified, stood by the door, frozen. Julian, in his rage, actually kicked Lily, our eldest daughter, in the leg. “Get out of the way! Just like your mother, both of you are useless!” “Julian! How dare you hurt my daughter!” I lunged forward, but he had already pushed open the door and driven off with the nannies and bodyguards. Lily had bumped into a cabinet. I quickly helped them both up, checking carefully for injuries. “Mommy, why did Daddy kick me? Did I do something wrong?” “No, darling, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I hugged them both tightly, watching the car drive away. After a long moment, I picked up my phone: “Have the patent authorizations been revoked? Do it now. I want Julian to lose everything!”

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