Love After Cheating by Lola Garcia

Chapter 2 

Im not the type to let my imagination run wild. 

All we need to do was conduct a paternity test using Eason’s hair and the sample from the procedure, and everything 

will become clear. 

I had never embraced the DINK lifestyle. I’ve always wanted to be a mother. 

But because I loved Eason, I was willing to make some sacrifices, thinking that maybe he would want to be a father someday. 

This also allowed me to focus on my dream of becoming a doctor while I was still young. 

Over the years, I made rapid progress in the medical field and became a leading expert in gynecology in the city. 

As a successful career woman, I had fully accepted our DINK arrangement. 

As long as Eason and I loved each other, not having children didn t seem like a big deal. 

But in the end, Eason disappointed me. 

Lola was in her twenties. When I checked on Lola, she thanked me weakly with her large, expressive eyes. “Thank you, Dr. Moore!” 

Despite her gratitude, her eyes kept searching my face. 

It was almost like she was looking at someone she loved. 

I was sure she hadn t looked at my name tag. 

This meant she knew me already. 

I patiently asked about her post–operative condition, but she grabbed my sleeve and tried to draw closer. “Dr. Moore, I m sorry to trouble you.” 

I brushed her hand away, feeling uncomfortable. 

“Lola, your husband said he would come to the hospital later. Don’t take random medicines when you‘ re pregnant.” Her face paled at my words, and she clutched my hand desperately. 

“Dr. Moore, did you call him? How did you know his phone number?” 

She looked terrified. 

I was confused and explained. 

“You were bleeding heavily and unconscious. Your condition was critical. There was only one emergency contact in your phone, so we followed procedure.” 

Her reaction made me wonder if I had misunderstood Eason. 

Just then, my phone rang 

It was the paternity test results, showing my husband was the father. 

Lola quickly checked her phone after hearing me, 

She bit her lips when she saw the emergency contact number. 

It was as if the owner of the number was a demon, filling her with hatred and fear. 

My intuition told me Lola was not pretending to act this way. 

There was a deeper story between her and Eason. 

The familiarity she showed when she saw me didn’t seem fake. 

She deleted the emergency contact in front of me. 

“Doctor Moore, can you please not tell him that I had a miscarriage because I took emergency contraceptive pills?” she 

asked. 

I asked hesitantly. 

“You knew you were pregnant?” 

Lola nodded, on the verge of tears. 

“He kept a close watch on me. I didn’t want a child, but he insisted I have one!” 

I was hewildered. 

“If you don’t want a baby, you can talk with your husband. Having a baby is a woman’s right, not an obligation. Even if he disagrees, he has no right to interfere!” 

As a doctor, I couldn t accept that she would risk her life to terminate the pregnancy. 

“Do you know you almost didn’t make it?” 

My serious tone didn’t scare Lola. 

She laughed bitterly 

“It would be better if I had died!” 

I was filled with doubts. 

If Eason wanted a child, he could have told me. Why force Lola? 

If he was cheating on me, it should be consensual. 

But Lola s demeanor suggested she was coerced. 

Or was she acting, knowing she‘ d soon be exposed as a mistress? 

If she were acting, she deserved an award. There was no way I could compete with her. 

I watched Lola closely, looking for flaws, but she seemed lost in her pain. 

“Even if I died, he wouldn’t let me go.” 

“He’s a monster!” 

As a doctor, I sought her consent. 

“Is your husband abusing you? Do you need me to call the police?” 

I hadn’t noticed any signs of abuse on her body. 

When she heard “call the police,” she trembled. 

“No, don’t call the police! It’s useless! They Il make my life worse than death!”