When He thought he could fool me, I left him to Beg

"Brother, I’m done hiding my identity. I’m ready to take over and I’ll marry the man you wanted me to."

I said the words into the phone before hanging up, my grip tightening around the device as my heart pounded in my chest.

My eyes burned as I stared at the evidence of my husband's betrayal—the red lace thong and a tube of lipstick, both nestled inside the pocket of Derek's jacket. I had only grabbed it to do the laundry, expecting nothing more than loose change or the crumpled receipts he often forgot. But instead, my fingers brushed against silk and plastic.

I was certain these weren’t mine. My mind instantly went to his co-star, I was sure she was the owner of these.

A bitter laugh bubbled up in my throat.

“Five years…” I murmured, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Five years of being the perfect wife, the devoted woman who stayed in the shadows while he thrived in the limelight. Five years of swallowing my pride, my dreams, my own identity for his sake.

And for what?

Tonight was even supposed to be special. Derek’s new movie premiere was just hours away, and the world was buzzing about his performance. I had planned everything—the surprise, the announcement, the moment that was supposed to be ours. I had even bought him a car, the perfect gift to celebrate his success. More than that, I had been ready to tell him about the baby. Our baby.

But none of it mattered anymore. My hands clenched at my sides as I stepped back from the wardrobe, bile rising in my throat. I had been such a fool.

Derek had always insisted secrecy was necessary. "The contract, Lexie," he would remind me, his voice gentle but firm. "You know I can’t have a public relationship right now. It’s all about the image."

And like an idiot, I had believed him. I had let him keep me in the dark, hidden away like some shameful secret.

But now, the truth was staring me in the face. There was another woman.

I stumbled out of the bedroom, the red lace clutched in my fist, my vision blurring as I grabbed my car keys and stormed out. My mind raced, but my destination was clear.

The city square buzzed with life, bright screens illuminating the night sky. And there he was. Derek Jones, larger than life, flashing that same charming smile that once made my heart flutter.

But this time, he wasn’t alone.

Allison Green, his co-star, sat beside him, their bodies angled toward each other like they belonged together. The chemistry between them was undeniable. And then he said it, the words that shattered whatever was left of my delusion.

"We just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore."

My breath hitched as I watched his arm drape around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. Allison giggled, leaning into him, her eyes glowing with adoration.

"The chemistry we had on set was so real, we couldn’t ignore it. It just felt… right," she gushed.

"How long have you two been together?" the interviewer asked, smiling like they were the romance of the century.

Derek hesitated, glancing at Allison before turning back to the camera. "A while now," he admitted. "Long enough to know she’s the one."

The one.

The world tilted. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto a bench, staring blankly at the screen. The laughter, the excitement of the crowd, the flashing lights—it all blurred into white noise.

I had given him everything.

And he had thrown me away like I was nothing. But I wasn’t done yet. Derek and Allison weren’t going to walk away from this unscathed.

The idea came to me like a lightning strike. A dummy account.

I spent the next hour setting it up, carefully choosing a name and profile picture that would appear authentic, like someone with inside knowledge. Once it was ready, I began typing.

Breaking news: While Derek Jones and Allison Green celebrate their so-called love story, sources reveal a shocking twist. Derek Jones may have another woman in his life—a woman carrying his child.

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before adding the next part.

Attached are photos and messages that confirm the pregnancy, hidden from the public eye. Derek’s perfect image may not be so perfect after all.

My heart pounded as I attached the pregnancy test—the one I had been saving to surprise him with. It wasn’t a lie. It was his child, and now the world would know.

I took a deep breath, staring at the screen. With one final click, the post went live.