Her Ex-Husband's Remorse

The next morning, Spencer cleared his schedule for the morning so that he could bring Nikita to a private hospital, funded by Nextronics, for her obstetric checkup. After receiving confirmation that the pregnancy was viable, he laid his head gently against Nikita's belly.

His assistant reminded him, "Mr. Ford, it's still too early to feel the baby kicking."

Spencer grinned. "No, I can feel it, I can feel it!"

His assistant had to stifle a chuckle.

Spencer bombarded the obstetrician with questions regarding Nikita's care during her pregnancy. It was a funny sight indeed, when Spencer, one of the greatest minds in the tech industry, had to resort to taking out his phone to jot down the doctor's advice.

The doctor warned him that nausea was very common during the first trimester and that in severe cases, the mother would not even be able to keep down food. Tears welled up in Spencer's eyes, and he pulled Nikita closer to him. He said in a choked voice, "I'm sorry that you have to go through this, darling. I wish men could carry babies as well so that the burden would not fall onto you alone. I love having children, but I don't want to see you go through the pain."

Nikita stroked Spencer's hair lovingly. It took everything in her not to cry or scream at him.

Why? Spencer was the perfect husband, but why did he have to betray her? How hard was it to keep it in his pants? How hard was it to stay loyal to one person forever?

Spencer had no idea what was going through Nikita's mind.

At this point, his phone was buzzing nonstop with messages from his secretary. He was the CEO of one of the pioneering tech companies in the field, after all, so he had a massive workload to tackle every day. Having cleared his morning for Nikita's doctor's visit, he had even more work to do that afternoon. He did not like the idea of leaving Nikita alone, however, so he brought her with him to the office.

He settled her in his office, where the temperature was set to exactly how she liked it, with all of her favorite snacks prepared. He also stationed one of his assistants to keep an eye on her before leaving for his meeting.

Before his departure, he cuddled up to Nikita like a warm, loving puppy and crooned, "I wish I could stay by your side forever, darling. If only I didn't have so much to do!"

Spencer did not seem to mind showing his affection to his wife in front of his employees. His female employees eyed them in envy, and Nikita's keen ears picked up on some of their whispers.

"I wish I could find a husband like that! Mrs. Ford is a lucky, lucky woman!"

"Mr. Ford usually keeps such a distance from women that I thought he'd be just as stiff and cold at home, but turns out he's the exact opposite!"

"Mrs. Ford is quite a catch, too. She's gorgeous and smart, for that matter. I hear she graduated from an Ivy League school. She's the perfect match for Mr. Ford. We just have to admit that we aren't good enough."

All of a sudden, someone from among the crowd scoffed. It was an attractive, curvaceous woman dressed in designer clothing from head to toe. She tossed her designer bag on the desk and said snarkily, "What's there to envy?"

Everyone turned to her in awe. "You have nothing to envy, Queenie. Your husband spoils you as well!"

"Everyone knows your husband just bought you Maybach, Queenie. What a stunning car!"

"You're so blessed, Queenie. I also hear that your husband's buying you a bungalow soon!"

Spencer's assistant noticed Nikita eyeing the woman and whispered, "She's one of Mr. Ford's assistants as well. Her name is Queenie Cadwell. Her husband is one of Mr. Ford's partners, so she doesn't need to work, but she has too much time on her hands. Just ignore her, Mrs. Ford."

Nikita smirked but smartly kept herself out of the drama.

Spencer did such a great job of hiding his tracks that not even his assistant knew the truth—Queenie's sugar daddy was none other than Spencer himself. She was his mistress, and he smartly hired her as his assistant so that no one would suspect a thing even if they showed up everywhere together.

All of a sudden, Queenie brandished her wrist for everyone to see. On her wrist shone a sparkling bracelet, bedazzled with diamonds that glinted under the fluorescent lights. She said smugly, "This is a bracelet that my husband customized for me. He's an elite VIP, and the jewelers fulfilled the order just for him!"

Gasps rang out all around her.

"I've seen a prototype of this on the website! With the amount of diamonds there, it costs several millions of dollars!"

"Millions for a bracelet? Queenie, your husband is almost on par with Mr. Ford!"

Nikita narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. Her birthday was last week, and Spencer gifted her a bracelet. At that time, he said to her, "I customized this bracelet at the jeweler just for you. It's unique, and there is no other in this world, just like how there is no other woman for me besides you."

The bracelet Queenie was showing off was the same as the one Spencer gifted Nikita.

Unique? No other woman for him?

Nikita lowered her head so that no one could see her tears fall.

Life was playing a sick joke on her. All of a sudden, Nikita felt like she could not breathe.