The Unborn Heir Exposes My Cheating Fiancé

On the day I was supposed to register my marriage, I suddenly heard the inner voice of the unborn child in my best friend Chloe's womb. [God, you sent me into the wrong belly! Ethan isn't the billionaire daddy I ordered!] Ethan was my fiancé. We were supposed to get our marriage license today. And Chloe was actually carrying his baby! Before I could even open my mouth to confront her, Ethan burst through the front door, looking euphoric. "Chloe! Incredible news! It turns out I’m the long-lost heir to the billionaire Sinclair empire! I’m going back to inherit hundreds of millions!" "I'm breaking off the engagement with Nora right now. We're going to live the high life!" I watched in stunned silence as the two of them wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately right in front of me. [These two trashy cheaters have completely lost their minds! That DNA report and the fancy letter from the billionaire family were just a pre-wedding prank orchestrated by Nora’s best friend, Nicole Sinclair!] Ethan turned to glare at me, his lip curling in disgust. "A massive fortune needs an heir. A barren loser like you isn't worthy of standing by my side anymore!" I drew in a slow, deep breath. I had originally planned to tell him the truth today. My family wasn't just comfortably well-off with tens of millions—our conglomerate was worth tens of billions. I had even prepared a stock transfer agreement worth tens of millions as a wedding gift for him. Silently, I slipped the document back into my bag. If he wanted out, I was more than happy to grant his wish. "Nora, why are you just standing there like a statue? Don't tell me you see Ethan striking it rich and now you're desperate to cling to him?" Chloe sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. Ethan ripped off the diamond engagement ring and hurled it straight at my face. "Don't want to leave? Fine! Keep this pathetic apartment. I couldn't care less about this dump anymore!" I stared at the man I had loved for three years, and the woman I had trusted most. Trying to process the sheer audacity of it all, I asked quietly, "Are you truly breaking up with me?" Ethan straightened his spine, looking down on me with utter contempt. "I'm dumping your useless ass! Got it?" "What kind of bogus rich girl are you anyway? Even this damn engagement ring looks cheap as dirt! You couldn't even buy us a proper mansion!" "What good was marrying you? You did nothing for my career, nothing for my status! Now that I’m drowning in cash, don't even think about leeching a single cent off me!" I looked down at the ring rolling across the floor. During our three years together, I had landed him executive jobs, introduced him to top-tier industry connections, bought him luxury cars, and purchased this very home for him. I had dragged him out of the rural backwaters and established him in high society. This high-rise penthouse was worth just as much as any luxury estate in the hills. And that ring? The center stone was modest, but it was a bespoke piece created by a world-renowned master jeweler. It was a one-of-a-kind collector's item, worth several times more than a standard ten-carat rock. [Three months ago, while you two were busy fooling around in bed, Chloe had already swapped your real ring for a five-hundred-dollar fake. Of course it looks cheap!] The baby's telepathic voice rang clear in my mind. I bent down and picked up the ring. Sure enough, the engraving inside the band was completely wrong. Seeing me hold the ring, Chloe instantly flared up. "You really aren't planning to let him go, are you?!" "You kept Ethan tied down for three years, and what did he get out of it? Nothing! Now that he's rich, you want a piece of the pie?" "The Sinclair family sits on hundreds of billions! What happens if there's no heir? You can't even get pregnant! Staying with him would ruin Ethan's entire future!" Ethan shot me a look of pure disgust. "You never helped me move up, and now all you do is drag me down. You're completely worthless." My voice turned icy. "The sole heir to the Sinclair empire is currently running operations abroad. If you don't believe me, google it yourself." Ethan scoffed loudly. "Billionaires have secret bastards everywhere! That overseas guy is probably incompetent, which is why the old man is bringing me home to take over!" When I first met him, it was sweltering summer. He had hauled heavy crates on a construction site all day just to earn fifty bucks, only to turn around and give every single penny to an elderly homeless woman. Back then, I thought that even if he was unpolished and clumsy, he was fundamentally kind and honest. Now I realized he was just an irredeemable idiot blinded by greed. Chloe chimed in, tossing her hair. "It's bad enough that you're useless, Nora, but now you're actively trying to keep him from his rightful billionaire family!" "Do you really expect Ethan to rot away with you in this shoebox forever, working himself to the bone every single day for a miserable few thousand bucks a month?" A few thousand? That was because Ethan was utterly incompetent at his job. If I hadn't been pulling strings behind the scenes and subsidizing his performance, he wouldn't have even earned minimum wage! I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat. "Fine. We're done." A triumphant smirk spread across Chloe's face. "To make sure you don't come crawling back later claiming to be his ex, let's head over to David the lawyer right now and get an official separation agreement notarized." Ethan's eyes lit up immediately. "Chloe, you're brilliant. That way, if she ever tries to show up at my mansion to cause a scene, I can wave the notarized agreement and have the cops throw her behind bars!" I didn't object to getting a lawyer. In fact, I wanted legal documentation just as badly—to ensure he could never come crawling back to me when reality hit. [Ethan, you utter jackass. I swear I want to strangle myself with my own umbilical cord and respawn!] [That sleazy lawyer Chloe wants to see is in on her schemes! He was the one who pawned Nora's real diamond ring! Those two have been sleeping together behind your back for months!] I committed every single detail to memory. While heading to the law firm, I pulled out my phone and texted my executive assistant, instructing him to trace the whereabouts of my stolen ring immediately.Inside the conference room, I watched Chloe and David exchange subtle, flirtatious glances. I tilted my head and asked pointedly, "Chloe, how can you be so certain the baby in your belly belongs to Ethan, and not your dear lawyer friend here?" Chloe’s expression twisted in panic. "What kind of filthy rumors are you spreading?! I am carrying the future heir of the Sinclair empire! How dare you slander me!" [Holy crap! Nora is sharp! She figured it out just like that?] [Honestly, Chloe's done way dirtier stuff than just sleeping with the lawyer!] [Ethan's entire salary went straight into Chloe's account. She even manipulated him into embezzling corporate funds to buy her a luxury sports car and a suburban house!] Hearing that, a chilling realization struck me. Whenever Ethan had made catastrophic mistakes at work, resulting in multi-million-dollar deficits, I had assumed he was simply out of his depth. To protect his fragile male ego, and to prevent him from facing criminal charges, I had quietly dipped into my personal accounts to cover the losses every single time. Over time, those deficits had ballooned. Just recently, another massive shortfall had appeared on the books—amounting to thirty million dollars. I had originally planned to wire the thirty million into his account today and personally mentor him through the mess. Now? He dug that grave. He could lie in it. Turning around, I saw Ethan gently stroking Chloe's stomach, gazing at her with sickening tenderness. "Don't worry, Chloe. I would never let her drive a wedge between us." "As soon as we're done here, we're going mansion hunting! You just focus on resting and giving me a healthy baby boy." "Once I bring my newborn heir home, my position as head of the Sinclair family will be carved in stone!" I didn't trust David for a second, so I had already instructed my assistant to bring in top corporate legal counsel. Just as the paperwork was being finalized, my aunt Ashley walked into the office. Though she was technically my aunt, she was only seven years older than me, feeling more like an older sister. The moment she read the terms I had provided to the attorney, she rushed over and grabbed my hands, her eyes brimming with heartache. "Ethan, are you even human?! Nora gave up everything to build you up, and you cheat on her? You use her until she has nothing left to give, and then you throw her away like garbage?!" To cover Ethan's past financial messes, Ashley had helped me secure funds and resources on numerous occasions. Whenever lucrative investment projects crossed her desk, she always threw them Ethan's way, all so he could gain leverage and respect in the corporate world. Thanks to her generosity, he had pocketed millions in bonuses. Yet now, facing Ashley's fury, his sneer only deepened. "Oh, look at you, Nora. Pretending you wanted a lawyer, but you secretly called your aunt in as backup!" "Playing the emotional card because you can't bear to let me go? How pathetic can you get? Are you that desperate for money?" "If you're dying to marry into wealth, just wait until I take over my billionaire family. Maybe I'll introduce you to a few rich guys. Though, considering you're barren and can never be a proper wife, being someone's side piece is about all you're good for." [Birds of a feather really do flock together. Ethan is just as vile as Chloe!] [The only reason Nora never got pregnant during all those years together is because he refused to wear condoms, so he secretly slipped birth control and hormone blockers into her daily water!] [Dosing her like that for years ruined her reproductive health! Of course the fertility clinic gave her a bad prognosis!] My eyes stung with furious tears as I stared at him in utter disbelief. Ashley couldn't contain her rage any longer. She lunged forward to slap him across the face. Ethan didn't hesitate. He raised his foot and kicked her violently in the abdomen. Ashley collapsed to the floor with a sickening thud. Within seconds, a dark crimson stain bloomed across her beige trousers. Ashley and her husband had been married for ten years. After countless rounds of IVF and years of heartbreak, she had finally managed to conceive this baby. "Ashley!" Panic seized me as I scrambled toward her, desperate to get her to a hospital. Ethan grabbed my arm in an iron grip, refusing to let me take a single step. "Sign the damn papers first!" The legal team was still reviewing the fine print. Ashley didn't have time to wait! "I'm not running away! I have to get her to the emergency room right now!" I screamed, thrashing against his grip. In response, Ethan kicked me viciously in the stomach, sending me crashing onto the marble floor. "You don't leave until your signature is on that line! Who knows if you two are putting on a dramatic act to screw me over? If I let you walk out that door, you might refuse to sign later!""Once I reclaim my billionaire status, what if you try to use our past relationship to extort an astronomical settlement out of me?!" Sweat poured down my face from the pain. "Can't you see she's bleeding out?! If we delay any longer, she could lose her life, not just the baby!" Ethan's face contorted with cold indifference. "I’m about to inherit a multi-billion-dollar empire! My time is precious, and I’m standing right here waiting. What makes her so special?" "Besides, she's a broke nobody. Any kid she pops out will just be another broke nobody. It's better off not being born at all than suffering in poverty! Consider it a favor!" "So what if she miscarries? Worst case, I'll toss you guys a couple grand for emotional distress tomorrow. Call it charity!" As he spewed his venom, Ashley weakly pointed a trembling finger at him. "You... just you wait..." I clutched Ashley’s icy hand, my heart tearing apart. Left with no choice, I begged the firm's staff to rush Ashley to the hospital in their car. The moment the finalized separation papers came out of the printer, I signed my name without reading another word, grabbed my keys, and ran out to the parking lot. Before I could back out, Ethan planted himself directly in front of my hood. "Get out," he ordered, rapping on the glass. "I need the car to take Chloe mansion shopping." I rolled down the window an inch, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. "The vehicle title is in my name. We just signed the notarized agreement. It belongs entirely to me." Ethan scowled. "Chloe is pregnant and needs comfort. You can't easily catch an Uber around here. Hand over the keys and walk back!" "Once I officially take over the Sinclair empire the day after tomorrow, I'll buy you the latest model as compensation for all the years you spent warming my bed." [What car? What house? The luxury apartment and Porsche Nora bought him? He signed over the titles to Chloe the very next day! Ethan literally owns nothing!] Hearing his haughty, mocking laugh echo over the baby's inner thoughts, I didn't hesitate for a second. I slammed my foot on the gas and aimed straight for him. Ethan scrambled backward in terror, tumbling onto the sidewalk. "You crazy bitch! You try to hit me? I swear to God I'll bankrupt your family's pathetic little company!" I thrust my hand out the window, flipped him off, and yelled, "Go check the luxury hotel records under Chloe's name, you absolute clown!" Chloe immediately adopted a frail, tearful look, clutching Ethan's arm. "Ethan, you know my new place was just renovated... I was terrified the fumes would harm our baby, so I had to stay in a hotel..." Ethan looked down at her with blind, besotted trust. I didn't waste another breath on them. I sped straight to the emergency room. Ashley was still in critical condition. The doctor warned me that the trauma was severe, and the chances of saving the pregnancy were slim. I sat in the sterile hospital corridor, crying until my eyes were swollen and raw, until my phone buzzed with an incoming call from my best friend, Nicole Sinclair. "Nora! I'm landing tomorrow morning! Come over to the Sinclair estate! I brought you the most amazing wedding gift!" Voice cracked with emotion, I told her everything that had transpired today. "Thank you for your 'prank.' It made me see both of them for the monsters they truly are before I ruined my life at the altar." Nicole unleashed a torrent of furious curses on Ethan and Chloe before hanging up, promising to handle it. Knowing Nicole was arriving the next day, I took time off work. I decided to head to the premier luxury mall downtown to pick out a welcome-back gift for her, hoping a little retail therapy would clear my head. I never expected to run into Ethan and Chloe there. On her ring finger sat a blinding, ten-carat radiant-cut diamond. [Bought entirely on high-interest credit! Let's see how they pay that bill!] The baby's voice chimed in right on cue. Spotting me, Chloe intentionally let her grip slip on her limited-edition Hermès bag, letting the keys to a brand-new Ferrari and an elite penthouse spill across the counter. [Chloe sold off every single car and property Ethan previously gave her, but it still wasn't enough cash. Even those keys are leases bought on margin! I'm not inheriting a billion-dollar empire—I'm inheriting a multi-million-dollar mountain of debt!] [Last night they dragged their friends to an upscale club, and Chloe was hooking up with some random guy in the VIP bathroom! And yet I'm still stuck in this womb! Lord of the Underworld, show some mercy and let me die already!] Just then, several heavily made-up women came rushing toward Chloe, squealing in delight as they grabbed her hands. "Chloe! Is it true?! You really bagged a multi-billionaire heir?!""Congratulations, babe! You and Ethan are literally a match made in heaven!" Chloe leaned into Ethan's embrace, looking radiant with smug satisfaction. Ethan cast a condescending glance toward me, raising his voice so the whole boutique could hear. "Pick whatever you want today, ladies! As long as you can carry it, it's on me!" I was utterly exhausted and had no desire to engage with their circus. I turned on my heel to leave. Half an hour later, however, Ethan and his entourage cornered me near the valet station. "The boutique won't let me put it on store credit," Ethan said, blocking my path with an outstretched hand. "Pay for these bags. My platinum card hit its daily limit." [Daily limit my ass! The card is completely maxed out and frozen!] [You switched the woman on your arm, idiot! The boutique managers aren't blind—why the hell would they let you charge luxury goods to Nora's VIP account without her permission?!] Chloe's expression faltered. The last thing she wanted was to lose face in front of her clique. Seeing me refuse to pull out my wallet, Ethan grew impatient. "Hurry up! I'm heading over to the Sinclair estate in an hour to be formally recognized as the heir! I'll wire you the money with interest before the afternoon is over!" I let out a cold, sharp laugh. "We're broken up, Ethan." The boutique director, who had followed them out with security, smoothly thrust the itemized invoice in front of Ethan. "Sir, the total comes to nine million two hundred thousand dollars. How will you be settling the balance?" Chloe's friends had clearly shown up with the sole intention of milking the golden goose, grabbing the most expensive limited-edition pieces in the store. "Chloe, you're the one who called us and told us to shop," one of the girls murmured, clutching two crocodile-skin Birkins. "You know we're on corporate salaries; we can't afford this. If you guys can't cover it, should we just put them back?" Though she offered to return them, none of the girls loosened their grip on the shopping bags. Chloe was backed into a corner, sweating under her foundation. "Ethan... do something! Fix this!" Ethan gritted his teeth, puffing out his chest. "I am about to be officially inducted as the Sinclair heir! Put the entire balance under the Sinclair corporate account!" With that, he grabbed Chloe's hand and made a break for the exit. The director signaled, and four towering security guards immediately blocked their path. "You? The Sinclair heir? If you're a Sinclair, then I'm Alexander the Great! Either pay the bill right now, or hand over the merchandise!" Chloe shrieked, cowering behind Ethan. Humiliated, Ethan whipped out a pristine envelope from his jacket. "Open your eyes and look! The Sinclair patriarch signed this himself!" The director didn't budge an inch. In high-end retail, he had seen every scam in the book. Flustered, Ethan barked, "Fine! I'm heading to the Sinclair manor right now for the official homecoming! Pack the bags and ride with us. When we get there, I'll tip you a hundred grand just for the trouble!" The director had no interest in playing along with a pair of obvious grifters and raised a hand to confiscate the goods. I caught the director's eye and gave him a subtle, imperceptible nod. Recognizing me, the director smoothly shifted gears and agreed to follow them. Ethan, entirely oblivious, assumed his sheer charisma had prevailed. He tilted his chin up at me, practically glowing with arrogance. "Why don't you tag along too, you broke loser? It's time you saw how real old money lives!" As we stepped through the mall's glass doors, several burly men in dark suits and aviator sunglasses stepped out from a black SUV, instantly surrounding Ethan. [Hahaha! Last night when he was wasted at the club, he borrowed millions from an underground loan shark to put a down payment on that luxury villa! He signed the high-interest promissory note while blacked out! Oh, the circus is in town!] Ethan, however, didn't flinch. He waved a dismissive hand at the loan sharks. "Follow me to the Sinclair estate! I'm inheriting tens of billions today! A petty couple million from your little club is pocket change to me!" Carrying over twenty million dollars in crushing debt, flanked by loan sharks, boutique managers, security guards, and Chloe's greedy friends—a crowd of over twenty people—Ethan marched triumphantly up to the wrought-iron gates of the Sinclair estate. He stood front and center, pulling out his phone to display the digital copy of the DNA test. "I am your master's long-lost son, returned to take over the family enterprise. Open the gates." Chloe stood beside him, clutching her stomach like a regal matriarch. "And I am carrying the next heir of the Sinclair bloodline." The elderly butler stepped forward, surveying the spectacle with a cool, impassive gaze. "Our young master returned from our European headquarters two days ago. He has already assumed management of the conglomerate." "Where on earth did you impudent frauds crawl out from? Get off the property immediately, or I will have security remove you by force."