Oops! My 'Husband' Sent His Hot Best Friend to Our Wedding Night...Now I'm Having His Baby! Novel

Chapter 4 Doria powered on his phone. Immediately-ding, ding, ding, ding. Notifications exploded across his screen. He frowned at the mountain of missed calls from work, muttering under his breath, "It was supposed to be my private time. Why the hell is the office still blowing me up?" 1 played dumb. "Hm? What'd you say?" He forced a smile. "Nothing. Just saying I was swamped overseas-didn't think things here would pile up too." He tapped a voice message. An absolutely furious voice blasted out of his phone. [Doria Finch! What the fuck are you playing at?!

The deal fell through and you just ghost us?!] His face went sheet-white. He scrambled to kill the speaker and pressed the phone to his ear. The longer he listened, the worse he looked. "Everything okay? You look like you're about to puke." Doria didn't even look at me. He spun toward Lily. "Lily, go get settled somewhere. I've got a fire to put out." He took off running. The second he was out of sight, Lily dropped the sweet-girl act. She stuck her hand out at me. "Lily Fairchild." I looked at her hand. Didn't take it. Just nodded. "Mm. Fitting name." What a blooming white lotus bitch.

I'd spent the last month having Doria and Lily thoroughly investigated. Turns out she wasn't some "college acquaintance"-she was his childhood sweetheart. And she sure as hell didn't look like her pure, innocent name. She looked... rough. Rode hard, put away wet. Maybe it's true what they say-motherhood ages you fast. Doria really had zero standards. Most guys who step out at least go for someone younger and hotter than their wife. But him? He downgraded to an older side piece. Lily didn't seem fazed by my cold shoulder.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking like she'd already won. "Let me be straight with you. Doria wasn't on any business trip. He was on his honeymoon-with me. We hit up like five different countries. And every single day, he was all over me, calling me 'baby."" She looked so damn smug. I wrinkled my nose. "Ew. Dude really has no taste." She'd obviously expected me to lose my shit. My total lack of reaction pissed her off instead. "You knew, didn't you?" I shrugged. "Yeah. So?" "Hmph! He's always loved me-only me. So what if he went through some cheap little wedding with you?

You two never got a license. You're not his wife." I waved my hands like I was swatting flies. "Lady, please. Spare me the cringe. Who the hell wants a license with him? Since you two are so perfect for each other, I hope you live long, miserable lives together-bitch and bastard, locked in forever." Lily's face turned an ugly shade of purple. I added cheerfully, "Oh, and bolt that door shut behind you. Wouldn't want either of you escaping to ruin someone else's life." I spun around and walked off. Behind me, Lily was practically stomping craters into the floor.

I clicked off the voice recorder in my purse, hopped in my car, and drove straight to the hospital. I'd just grabbed my morning blood work results when my phone rang. Caller ID: Asshole. Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.