The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 03

I stood by the chairs near the lawn, watching my husband and his mistress taking maternity photos in the park, their intimacy stinging like a sharp knife.

Ever since my miscarriage, it felt like I'd been trapped in that moment, unable to move forward.

Sleepless nights haunted me.

I often woke up crying from dreams of the child I never got to hold.

Back then, Ryan seemed to feel a trace of guilt.

He'd gently pat my back, murmuring empty words of comfort.

But even his sympathy was tainted — he subtly implied the loss was because my body was too weak.

That guilt almost destroyed me.

Under his influence, I became convinced it was my frailty that caused me to lose the baby after a simple fall.

It wasn't until later that the doctor revealed the truth the miscarriage wasn't just because I hadn't sought treatment in time after the fall.

The bigger issue was Ryan himself and his poor health, his reckless habits.

The child had been fragile from the start.

The doctor even said it was a miracle I conceived at all, given his condition.

My own robust constitution was the only reason it was even possible.

But Ryan refused to believe it was his fault.

He never once prepared for parenthood properly.

He smoked and drank excessively, and now, as I stood watching him with Linda, it was clear he'd added infidelity to the list.

I took out my phone and called him.

From the lawn, I saw Ryan holding Linda tenderly.

He frowned when he noticed my name on the screen, declining the call and immediately silencing his phone.

"What's wrong, darling?" Linda cooed as she leaned into him, striking playful poses for the camera.

"If you're tired, we can take a break and grab something to eat,"

she said sweetly. "I brought food earlier, but it's probably cold by now. We can buy something fresh."

"It's fine," Ryan replied casually, tossing his phone aside.

"Let's just order something new. Don't throw the old stuff away though-I'll take it home."

Linda looked concerned. "But what if it makes you sick?"

Ryan chuckled dismissively. "I'll just give it to Sophia. She'll be thrilled I brought her something."

A wave of nausea washed over me.

Thrilled? What gave him the audacity to think I'd be happy eating his leftovers?

I held up my phone and captured their cozy scene, saving the pictures as evidence.

Every flirtatious glance, every provocative word Linda had ever sent me ... they were all documented.

These would all come to light in our divorce proceedings.

Ryan would leave with nothing.

"Alright, darling," Linda said, planting a light kiss on Ryan's cheek.

"But you know, more than maternity photos, what I really want is a wedding album."

"Of course, baby," Ryan reassured her. "I've already asked my assistant to start planning the ceremony. Once you've had the baby and Sophia delivers hers, I'll send her to a 'wellness center' to recover. After that, you'll be the bride every woman envies."