My Mates Chose The Other Girl novel Chapter 40

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I was eight months pregnant when I found out my husband had a vasectomy.

It was dated over a year ago.

I stood frozen, one hand resting on my swollen belly, the other trembling as I clutched the medical record. My mind was

spinning. Panic took over as I rushed to confront him, desperate for answers.

When I arrived at Brandon’s office, laughter erupted from behind the door-loud, crude, and unmistakably male.

“Dude, you really did it for Madison? A whole-ass vasectomy? And now Rachel’s waddling around eight months pregnant.

still clueless the baby’s not even yours? You’re not worried she’ll lose her mind when she finds out?”

Brandon Whitmore sounded completely unfazed.

“She forced that marriage on me. If it weren’t for her, Madison never would’ve left the country in the first place.”

Another man chimed in with a chuckle. “Even if she figures it out, so what? With that belly, who else would take her

now?

They all burst out laughing again-drunk on liquor, arrogance, and cruelty.

Brandon didn’t just betray me-he turned my life into a goddamn poker game. He’d even set up a bet with his so-called

friends.

A million dollars on the table… all to guess who fathered the baby inside me.

What I once believed to be love had all been a carefully orchestrated lie.

Fine, Brandon. If this is how you want to play-I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.

I pulled out my phone and called the clinic.

“Hi. I’d like to schedule a termination.”

“Man, when she finally pops and still doesn’t know who the father is? You don’t think she’ll totally lose it?” one of the

guys asked, barely stifling a laugh.

Brandon leaned back on the couch, looking smug as hell.

“She’s too stupid to ever find out. And even if she does-what’s she gonna do, get rid of it at eight months? Please No one

else would want her anyway.”

Another chimed in with mock sympathy. “Rachel was obsessed with you, bro. Drove Madison away just to marry you.

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surgeon and pianist with a powerful…

Cold.”

The “Madison they kept talking about was Brandon’s adopted sister-Madison Whitmore.

Though, to be clear, she was the one who begged me to send her overseas. Not the other way around.

“But seriously, someone said, “we’re all dying to know who the baby daddy really is.”

Carter Blackwell grinned, flashing a twisted look.

Brandon’s lip curled in disgust.

“Whoever it is, it sure as hell isn’t me. Just thinking about her driving Madison away turns my stomach. I’d rather watch

porn than ever touch her again. She’s disgusting.”

That’s when Carter smirked. “Well then, let’s make it fun. Let’s bet on it. Who’s the daddy?”

Laughter broke out as everyone turned toward Brandon to see if he’d bite.

He raised his glass with an unreadable expression. Then, in one smooth motion, downed the entire drink.

I’m betting a million it’s Carter’s.”

The room exploded with cheers.

“Damn, Brandon, you don’t play!”

Carter looked way too proud. “What can I say? I only tried her three times.”

“Count me in. I’m putting down a million on Jack.”

“Five hundred grand says it’s Carter’s.”

“Six hundred on someone else…”

Their voices blurred together in a drunken, jeering mess.

I stood at the doorway, paralyzed. Every laugh, every word, was another blade slicing into me.

All this time, I thought I had love.

Turns out, it was just a trap-and I was the fool who fell for it.

I stumbled away before they could see me, my hands ice-cold, my back drenched in sweat.

Once I caught my breath, I made the call again.

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