PART 3: On My First Day at the Clinic, My Husband Brought His Mistress in Pregnant
Here is the full English translation of the story:
CHAPTER: THE CLIMAX — THE SECRET THAT TORE THE WEDDING APART
Scene 1: An Atmosphere Drained of Oxygen
The radiant glow of the ceiling spotlights in the 6-star Grand Imperial wedding hall seemed to vanish, giving way to the cold blue light emanating from the massive LED screen—over a hundred square meters wide—behind the stage. A photograph of two fully legal marriage certificates, complete with the national emblem, the bright red seal of the Ministry of Justice, and the swooping signature in blue ink, was displayed in crystal-clear detail.
Name of the male: Aaron Vance. Name of the female: Jessica Miller. Date of registration: Four years ago.
The phrase “Registered and Legally Binding” felt like a giant hand tightening around the throats of the more than five hundred elite guests. The clinking of champagne glasses shattered into stillness, and the hushed whispers from seconds ago completely died down. The sprawling hall fell into a chilling silence—a silence so profound one could hear a tear rolling down a cheek or the frantic beating of a heart like a war drum.
Vivian stood frozen at the center of the stage. The hundred-thousand-dollar custom Paris bridal gown made of white clouds, along with the sparkling natural diamond crown resting on her hair, now looked like a ridiculous clown costume. Vivian’s eyes rolled back in shock, her long, curled false eyelashes trembling violently as she stared fixedly at the screen.
“No… It can’t be! It’s a fake! It’s all staged!” Vivian screamed, her voice tearing through the suffocating atmosphere. She whipped around, grabbed Aaron’s collar, and yanked it with all her strength. “Aaron! Say something! Tell everyone! That document was forged by this vixen! Three months ago, we exchanged vows at the Civil Affairs Bureau! You personally handed me our marriage certificate?!”
Aaron didn’t answer.
The face of the man dubbed the next-generation business genius of the Vance Corporation was now utterly drained of blood. His lips were grey, dry, and trembling. Aaron’s gaze was glued entirely to the woman standing in the central aisle of the hall—Jessica.
Jessica stood right there. The simple attire she wore was disheveled from Vivian’s violent mask-snatching just minutes prior, yet her posture remained as upright as a pine tree in a blizzard. On her delicate, unpowdered face, the bright red handprint from Vivian’s slap remained starkly visible against her fair cheek. Jessica’s hand instinctively rested lightly over her slightly rounded belly underneath her loose coat—where a tiny new life also existed, side by side with the child inside Vivian.
Without the mask to conceal her, Jessica’s elegant yet cool beauty was laid bare. And that very beauty struck a fatal blow to Aaron’s mind.
Her name… the woman he thought had vanished forever from his life after the tragedy four years ago… the woman he had searched for in vain until he met Vivian—someone whose eyes and smile bore an eighty percent resemblance to Jessica’s…
“Jessica…” Aaron spoke. His voice was so soft it sounded like a mere sigh, but through the lapel microphone attached to his collar, it echoed across every high-power speaker in the venue. “You… you are truly still alive…?”
Scene 2: The Pressure of the Betrayed
The words slipping from Aaron’s mouth acted like a spark thrown onto dry straw. The entire audience below let out a massive gasp. Smartphones were raised in unison, camera lenses pointing straight at the stage with flashbulbs flashing relentlessly.
“What is going on? Is Aaron calling her name?” “Could this masked girl be the real wife?” “Is Miss Gu—Vivian—just a stand-in then?” “Oh my god, two marriage certificates! This is the biggest scandal of the year!”
The chaos spread like an oil spill, but Jessica remained completely unbothered. She ignored the buzzing chatter and the curious lenses of the media. Taking deliberate, heavy steps onto the expensive red carpet, she slowly advanced toward the stage.
The closer she got to Aaron, the more bloodshot her eyes became. Indignation, pain, and a rush of memories plagued by betrayal resurfaced fiercely.
“That’s right, I am alive, Aaron Vance,” Jessica paused right in front of the stage steps, looking up at the man she had once loved enough to sacrifice herself for. “I am alive to witness the day you put a groom’s suit on for another woman. I am alive to hear her call me a mistress, and call my unborn child uneducated right in front of hundreds of people here.”
Jessica raised her hand, pointing directly at the massive LED screen where their personal details and legal seal still burned bright.
“Look closely!” Jessica’s voice hardened, every word firing out like armored bullets hitting Aaron’s ears. “Four years ago, you were the one who led me to the altar. You were the one who signed that legal marriage agreement in the presence of the law. For the past four years, that contract was never annulled. I have never signed a single divorce paper!”
Vivian rushed madly to the edge of the stage, pointing a finger at Jessica’s face and screaming, “Shut your mouth! You liar! I am Mrs. Vance! My family invested hundreds of billions into the Vance Corporation! We hosted the grandest wedding in this city! What right do you have to barge in here and try to steal my husband?!”
Jessica slowly turned her gaze toward Vivian. Her eyes lacked explosive rage; there was only deep pity mixed with irony.
“Steal your husband?” Jessica curled her lips into a bitter smile. “Miss Gu, do you know the difference between you and me? I don’t need to use a family’s financial clout to buy a title. Nor do I need to hurt others to assert my position. What I hold in my hands is TRUTH and THE LAW.”
Jessica took another step up the stage stairs, facing Aaron head-on. The distance between them was now less than a meter. Aaron instinctively took a step back, his confidence and authority as a powerful CEO collapsing entirely beneath the gaze of his legal wife.
“Aaron Vance,” Jessica backed him into a corner, denying him any line of retreat. “You’ve put on this charade long enough. This lie stole four years of my youth, and now it is preparing to turn another woman into a victim. Today, right here, in front of the media, in front of both families, and in front of the woman carrying your child… open your mouth and tell the truth!”
The force emanating from Jessica felt like a heavy mountain pressing down on Aaron’s shoulders. Her voice was resolute: “Tell her! That marriage certificate you gave Vivian three months ago… what is it really?!”
Scene 3: The Cruel Confession
The wedding hall seemed to come to a standstill. Every eye—from the chairman of the Vance Corporation to Vivian’s parents, down to the press reporters—was fixed on Aaron.
Standing beside him, breathing heavily with both hands clutching her stomach, Vivian looked at Aaron with pleading eyes. She prayed for a denial, for a firm declaration that the woman before them was merely a lunatic staging a scene to extort money.
“Aaron… say something…” Vivian whispered, her voice trembling piteously. “Tell her that her document is a fake… Please say it… My mother, my father are sitting down there… Our baby… our baby is listening, Aaron…”
The pressure from both sides threatened to tear Aaron in two. On one side was Jessica—the woman engraved deep in his heart, the one holding legal status and the source of all the guilt gnawing at his conscience. On the other side was Vivian—backed by immense family prestige, the financial pillar that helped the Vance Corporation survive its crisis, and the woman carrying his second child.
Yet Aaron knew the LED screen behind him wasn’t just displaying an image. It was data extracted directly from the National Public Service Portal, verified via QR code and a digital signature that could not be forged. If he continued to lie, the legal consequences of violating monogamy laws, along with the threat of imprisonment for forging official documents, would crush him the moment this banquet concluded.
Aaron closed his eyes tightly. A heavy bead of sweat ran down from his temple to his chin, dripping onto his expensive groom’s shirt.
“Aaron!” Jessica spoke one last time, her tone sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath. “SPEAK!”
Aaron opened his eyes. They were bloodshot, filled with helplessness, fear, and torment. He turned to look at Vivian—the woman looking back at him with the very last sliver of her hope.
“Vivian…” Aaron began. His voice was raspy and broken.
“Say it! Tell her!” Vivian urged, tears starting to stream down.
Aaron took a deep breath and pulled Vivian’s hands off his sleeve. That act of removing her hands was gentle, yet so cruel it made Vivian’s heart clench.
“I’m sorry… Vivian…” Aaron whispered into the microphone.
The sound resonated, clear and painfully real.
“The marriage certificate from three months ago…” Aaron hung his head, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes. “It was… forged by someone I hired. The seal, the signatures, the database info… it’s all fake.”
Scene 4: The Collapse of a Tragedy
BOOM!
Aaron’s confession was like an atomic bomb detonating right in the center of the Grand Imperial hall.
Outcries and gasped horror erupted from the guests simultaneously. Vivian’s mother—Mrs. Gu—fainted instantly in her VIP seat, sending bodyguards and family members into a frenzy to tend to her. Vivian’s father—Chairman Gu—shot up from his seat, his face dark with fury, pointing a trembling finger at Aaron, rendered speechless by rage.
But the one who bore the heaviest blow was none other than Vivian.
“What… what did you just say…?”
Vivian backed up one step, then two. The diamond-studded crown on her head wobbled and fell from her elaborate updo, hitting the marble floor with a sharp CLANG and snapping in two.
“Fake…? My marriage certificate… is fake…?”
Her self-esteem, the pride of a high-society heiress, the title of “Mrs. Vance” she had proudly paraded across headlines, the love and trust she had given this man… everything crumbled into worthless dust in a single second.
“AARRGGHH!!!”
Vivian let out a heartbreaking shriek. It was no longer the cry of a refined young lady, but the helpless wail of a soul dragged down into the abyss of humiliation.
Her legs, clad in crystal-embellished high heels, could no longer support her weight. Vivian’s knees buckled. Her entire slender frame in the lavish wedding gown collapsed onto the cold floor. She lay there, pounding her fists repeatedly against the tiles, her heart-wrenching sobs echoing through the space.
“You fraud! Aaron Vance, you fraud! What have you turned me into?! What have you turned the child in my belly into?!” Vivian sobbed and screamed hysterically between gasps.
The meticulous makeup applied by top stylists was now smeared by tears and sweat, running in dark streaks down her pale face. The multi-billion-dollar wedding dress clung to the floor, crumpled and filthy—just like the disastrous marriage she had just stepped into.
Aaron rushed over, trying to grab Vivian’s hand: “Vivian, listen to me… I had to do it for the corporation… I didn’t want to lose you, but I couldn’t…”
“GET AWAY FROM ME! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Vivian shoved Aaron away with all her remaining strength. “Don’t touch me! You disgusting creature!”
Scene 5: The Aftermath and a New Step Forward
Amidst the chaotic mess, amidst Vivian’s agonizing cries, the curses of the Gu family, and the panic of the groom Aaron, Jessica still stood firm.
She stood at the highest step of the stage, quietly looking down at the spectacle before her.
There was no sense of gloating. No joy of a victor. Inside Jessica, there was only a vast emptiness and a strange sense of serenity. Four years of being cast aside, four years living in the shadows under the label of “the one who disappeared”—finally, her dignity was restored in full view of the world.
Jessica looked down at Aaron—the man kneeling on the floor, holding back Vivian with one hand while looking up at her with eyes begging for forgiveness.
“Aaron Vance,” Jessica spoke, her tone gentle yet colder than ice. “The truth is clear. You destroyed everything you had with your own hands.”
She drew a white envelope from her handbag and softly dropped it onto the floor right in front of Aaron.
“This is a unilateral divorce petition. I have already signed my name. What belonged to me four years ago, I will reclaim to the last penny through my lawyer. As for the lies and debts between you and this woman… settle them yourselves.”
With that, Jessica turned around. She didn’t look back for even a fraction of a second.
Her simple coat billowed with her every stride as she walked down the central aisle of the hall. The crowd of guests and media automatically parted down the middle, making way for the only woman who possessed complete courage and honor this evening.
The bright spotlights followed her silhouette from behind. Jessica placed her hand gently over her stomach and let out a faint smile.
The play orchestrated by liars had ended in disgrace. And her new life, alongside her child… was only just beginning.
Chapter 2: The Storm’s Aftermath Rages On
As Jessica stepped out through the gilded doors of the Grand Imperial Hall, she triggered a domino effect that brought down the city’s two largest conglomerates. The fallout from the scandal did not end at the red carpet; it surged straight onto the stock exchange floor the very next morning.
Vance Corporation’s stock plummeted by 30% within hours of the market opening. Investors panicked and withdrew their capital, while a flagship real estate project was suspended pending investigation over suspected legal violations and document fraud.
The Co Family Pulls the Plug
All bonds of affection and economic alliances were severed. Chairman Co—Vivian’s father—immediately made the most ruthless decision to save the family:
Financial withdrawal: Pulling the entire 200-billion investment capital out of joint ventures with Vance.
Declaration of severance: Unilaterally cutting off all business ties and publicly suing Aaron Vance for fraud and for tarnishing the reputation of the Co family’s daughter.
Media blackout: Using their influence to suppress all images of the wedding, transforming Vivian from an arrogant heiress into a pitiable victim in the public eye.
Vivian was admitted to an international hospital suffering from a severe nervous breakdown and facing a high risk of miscarriage. Lying in her hospital bed, pale and hollow, she had no tears left to shed. Her hatred for Aaron now far eclipsed the pain of betrayal. Once an heiress reigning at the pinnacle of society, she now had to endure the pitying and mocking gazes of the very elite she had once commanded.
The Man Who Lost Everything
Aaron endured the darkest days of his life. The mansion that had once echoed with laughter now felt as cold and desolate as a dungeon. The white envelope containing Jessica’s divorce papers sat prominently on the desk, looming over him like a life sentence.
For the first time in four years, Aaron realized just how blind he had been. Driven by a lust for power and family pressure, he had personally cast the woman he loved most into the shadows, only to stage a charade to cover up his mistake. Yet, the price he paid this time was not merely his career, but the complete disappearance of two women and two children.
When Aaron visited the law firm representing Jessica, he was met with a chillingly cold response: “My client has no desire to see you again. All matters regarding asset division and child custody will be settled in court.”
Jessica’s Choice
In a quiet little house by the sea, far removed from the city, Jessica stood silently by the window, watching the waves roll onto the shore. She had not returned to seek revenge, nor did she care about the disastrous downfall of Aaron or Vivian.
The truth had been revealed not to triumph over anyone, but to liberate herself and the child she carried. Her four years of living in anonymity as a “dead woman” were over; she was reclaiming her name, her honor, and her legal freedom.
When her phone rang with the notification that the uncontested divorce proceedings had been accepted by the court, Jessica smiled faintly and gently stroked her belly. Outside, the sun was slowly rising over the sea, dispelling the last of the darkness.
