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My Husband Fell in Love with the Woman Who Hit Me

Three years into her marriage with billionaire Aiden Fordham, Sienna suffers a devastating miscarriage and permanent infertility after a young girl strikes her. Though Aiden initially demands justice, the culprit's tears quickly soften his heart. Secretly hiring her, Aiden keeps the girl close, eventually declaring that a grieving wife cannot match her youthful innocence. The betrayal deepens when the shameless mistress confronts Sienna, offering to bear Aiden's child to replace the one she took.
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Chapter 3

: Devastating News

I hid from Aiden Fordham at Sunny's for almost two weeks, until she brought me some news.

"Aiden Fordham is throwing a party. Looks like he's planning to apologize to you. I'd like to see just how he plans to do that!"

She dragged me to the party.

But just as we reached the door, we overheard one of Aiden Fordham's friends trying to talk some sense into him. "Man, why don't you go and make up with Saozi? She's been at her friend's place for days and you haven't even gone to see her. When she divorces you, you'll be crying your eyes out."

Aiden Fordham let out a long sigh. "A woman who's had a miscarriage just can't compare to an innocent young girl. You guys wouldn't get it."

"Besides, Rosalie Sloane and I are in the honeymoon phase. I can't give that up right now. It's better she's at Sunny's place, saves me the trouble of her starting another fight. It's not like I said I wanted a divorce. Women are such a handful."

'Honeymoon phase?'

'Cheating on me emotionally and physically, and he's so brazenly self-righteous about it.'

A chill shot through me, as if I'd been plunged into an icy abyss.

Sunny stormed in, grabbed Aiden Fordham by the hair, and a fight broke out. The scene instantly descended into chaos.

But Sunny was still a woman, and Aiden Fordham threw her to the ground.

I snapped out of it and rushed in.

Aiden Fordham pointed at me and roared, "What kind of friend is that? She's a lunatic!"

Sunny, her spirit unbroken, shot back, "You cheating piece of scum, I hope you die a miserable death!"

The insult hit a nerve, shattering his pride. A wave of fury washed over Aiden Fordham, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "Who are you calling scum? Don't think I won't hit a woman!"

Seeing he was about to get physical, I didn't give him the chance. I smashed a bottle over his head.

The bottle must not have been big enough; his head didn't split open. Instead, he just clutched his skull in pain, staring at me in disbelief.

The angry curse on his lips died the moment he saw the look on my face. He froze.

My expression was frighteningly calm.

"I can't spend one more minute with a person like you. I want a divorce!"

Aiden Fordham staggered back in shock. "You want to divorce me... over an outsider?"

In his mind, I was just lashing out on Sunny's behalf.

"Why do I want a divorce? Don't you dare pretend you don't know why!"

'What right did he have to say something like that?'

Aiden's bluster faded. "Sienna, can you stop being so prickly? Must you always say such hurtful things? A divorce? We have ten years of history..."

He mentioned our history.

That was the final straw. My suppressed emotions finally erupted. "Aren't you the one who destroyed that history?"

"You want to have your flings on the side and expect your wife to wait faithfully at home? Have you no shame? What, you can't see your own pathetic reflection when you take a piss, so you figured you'd just be completely shameless?"

I had always hidden my claws around Aiden Fordham. My merciless tirade left him completely stunned.

I helped Sunny to her feet and walked out without a backward glance.

As we were leaving, a man ran out after us.

Sunny looked ready to tear into him, but the man said, "Rosalie Sloane borrowed my phone earlier today. I didn't see anything suspicious, but..."

"This was supposed to be a Boys' Night. I was surprised to see you two here."

Sunny opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

'So it seemed the 'news' had been a deliberate leak from Rosalie Sloane.'

Sunny rubbed her bruised backside, looking at me cautiously. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was a setup by Rosalie Sloane."

A flicker of warmth touched my frozen heart. I shook my head. "This has nothing to do with Rosalie Sloane's schemes. It's Aiden Fordham who's changed."

We hadn't even had the chance to settle the score with Rosalie Sloane, but this time, she came looking for me.

And she even asked to meet at a place like the hospital.

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