My Secret Vasectomy Exposed My Billionaire Wife's Fake Marriage

After my wife's third accidental miscarriage, the doctor said another one could cost her life. I loved her too much to take that risk, so I worked up the courage to get a vasectomy. I took a part-time job as a delivery driver after work so I could earn more money to buy her supplements and help her recover. My very first order was to pick up a medical examination report from a hospital for a client. The doctor handed me the report, then scolded me. "How many times do we have to tell you? Your wife is three months pregnant, so you can't have overly rough sex. Why can't you show some restraint?" I smiled and explained that I was only there to pick up the report for a client. When I delivered it to the designated villa, a man in an expensive suit opened the door. I tactfully passed along the doctor's warning. He scratched his head with a laugh. "I can't help it. My wife has a pretty high sex drive. I'll be more careful from now on." I nodded and was about to leave when I saw a gigantic wedding portrait hanging on the living-room wall. The woman in the photo looked exactly like my wife. "How is she? My wife's beautiful, right?" Ethan Carter handed me a glass of lemon water and followed my gaze toward the photograph. I stared blankly at the enormous wedding portrait on the wall, my entire body frozen in place. I had been married to Claire Bennett for three years, yet we didn't even have one decent photo together. Every time I brought up taking wedding photos, she always said, "They're too expensive. We should save the money for the mortgage." I had always felt guilty, thinking I was simply incapable of giving her the ceremony she deserved. But that wasn't the reason. She had already taken wedding photos with someone else. Ethan was incredibly friendly, and he immediately began telling me about his love story. "To be honest, brother, I was a little afraid to get together with my wife at first. She's so rich, drives a Maserati, and lives in a waterfront villa. How could an ordinary office worker like me ever be good enough for her?" "She sent me gifts every day, booked restaurants, and drove luxury cars to pick me up after work... What man could resist that?" He glanced around the living room, unable to hide the pride in his eyes. "This villa was her proposal gift to me. You're doing pretty well yourself, brother. Don't sell yourself short. Sometimes, when you meet a rich woman, who cares whether it's love or not? At least the material side is taken care of. Life is comfortable." My hands trembled. I couldn't believe he was talking about Claire. The Claire I knew came from an ordinary family. She had even needed to work to pay her own tuition. "Your wife treats you really well." I forced a faint, bitter smile and spoke with self-mockery. "She really does." Ethan sighed. "You have no idea. Rich women can be hopeless romantics too." "She's had three miscarriages in a row. The doctor said another pregnancy could put her life in danger, but she still insists on trying again. Right after the last miscarriage, she grabbed me and said we should keep trying for a baby. I couldn't talk her out of it." My fingernails dug deeply into my palms. Every time she was wheeled out of the operating room, I was the one who stayed outside all night. Even when I had to go to work the next morning, I did it willingly, despite collapsing at my desk several times from exhaustion. I didn't hesitate even when the doctor told me another pregnancy could cost her life. Without telling her, I went and had a vasectomy. The surgical wound became infected and I developed a fever, but I gritted my teeth and endured it for three days without letting her find out. Yet right after her latest miscarriage, she couldn't wait to have someone else's child. A strange pain rose in my chest. I took out my phone and called her, wanting to demand an explanation. She didn't answer. In the end, I received a text from her. "Babe, I'm taking pictures right now. Let's video-call later." To help her relax after the miscarriage, I had specifically booked plane tickets and a five-star hotel so she could travel with her best friend. Could I have been wrong? Maybe the woman in the photo only looked a little like Claire. Clinging to my last bit of hope, I was willing to trust her one more time. I was just about to reply with an "Okay" when the door opened from the outside. A woman came skipping inside with a bouquet of flowers in her arms. She leaped onto Ethan like a human backpack. "Babe, we've been apart for less than two hours, and I already missed you. I just ordered you a Mercedes!" The two of them were still lost in their happiness. I froze completely.When I saw that face again, I could no longer lie to myself. I stared straight into her eyes, waiting for her to offer even one explanation. Ethan seemed to sense the strange tension and spoke up. "Sweetheart, do you two know each other?" She gave me a cold glance, then coyly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Babe, what are you talking about? Have you ever seen another man beside me?" I stared at her in disbelief, just about to say something. My phone vibrated. It was a message from her. "Whatever it is, let's talk about it at home." I remembered that I was still working part-time through the delivery platform, and I was afraid that if I got reported, I wouldn't be able to accept any more jobs. My father was still in the hospital and needed money for surgery. Numbly, I turned toward the door and did as she said. "Mr. Carter, your order has been completed. Please give me a five-star review." When I got home, I pulled out our old marriage certificate as if I were deliberately torturing myself. A thousand questions raced through my mind. He was her husband? Then what did that make me? I opened my phone and searched for information about the divorce process. A divorce forum popped up. There were countless people on it who had gotten divorced, and the process differed from one state to another. Possessed by some strange impulse, I uploaded a picture of my marriage certificate with the personal information blurred out. The comments exploded almost immediately. "Dude, I didn't think anyone could have it worse than me. It's bad enough that your wife doesn't love you, but even your marriage certificate is fake." "Exactly, man. You're definitely this year's undisputed champion of getting cheated on." I stared at the screen, my fingers clenched until my knuckles turned white. It felt as if someone had grabbed my heart, and even my breathing stopped for a moment. I didn't want to believe it, but my trembling fingers still typed in the number printed on the marriage certificate. The moment the search results appeared, the world spun around me. Just as they had said, even this marriage certificate was fake. I sat on the couch clutching the fake certificate and waited for her. At two in the morning, the lock finally turned. "Why are you still awake? You're not in good health, yet you're drinking." Claire walked over, her voice carrying the perfect amount of concern. My whole body trembled uncontrollably as I slowly stood up and looked at her. "Do you need to explain what happened today?" Her eyes flicked toward the marriage certificate lying on the floor. She poured herself a glass of water and sat down calmly on the couch. "What do I need to explain? It's exactly what you saw. Back then, my family was pressuring me to get married, so I casually registered a marriage with you to appease them. That's all." That's all. I stared at her face. Suddenly, I remembered the social-media posts I had seen from Ethan earlier that day. The day I was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer, they were watching the ocean in Miami. The day my credit-card company hounded me until I could afford nothing but bread, she was planning a lavish wedding for him. And now she stood in front of me and said, as if it meant nothing, "That's all." I had endured it for so long, but in the end, I still forced those words out. "Let's separate." She whipped around. A rare flash of surprise crossed her eyes, but she quickly returned to her usual calm expression. "Have you really thought this through? You were the one who chased after me back then. You know my circumstances now. If you stay with me, you'll never have to worry about anything again. Hmm?" I said nothing. It was true that I had pursued her back then. But I had loved the innocent and kind Claire. Not this stranger whose mouth was full of lies. She thought I had given in again. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around me, and rose onto her toes to kiss me. But the front door was suddenly shoved open. Ethan stood in the doorway, his eyes filled with hatred. "What are you two doing?" He turned and ran out. Claire's expression changed instantly. She grabbed my wrist. The woman who couldn't even twist open a bottle cap now possessed shocking strength. "Go explain it to Ethan! He's young. He can't handle this kind of shock!" She dragged me out onto the street. In the distance, Ethan stood by the roadside, his shoulders trembling slightly. She hurriedly tried to run toward him. At that exact moment, a car suddenly lost control and came racing toward us. She shoved my hand away and threw herself at Ethan without hesitation. She used her body to shield him. With a deafening crash, I was sent flying and slammed heavily onto the ground. Every bone in my body felt as if it had been crushed. I struggled to open my eyes. At the edge of my vision, Claire was holding Ethan tightly. Her entire body trembled, and her face was full of relief at having survived the disaster. I lay in a pool of blood. She didn't even glance at me.After the car accident, I suffered multiple fractures and severe abrasions. The doctor frowned at my examination results and sighed. "Rest properly. This accident damaged the area where you had your vasectomy. If you don't recover carefully, you may never be able to have children of your own." Before I could process his words, the hospital-room door was kicked open. A large group of men and women stormed in, every one of them wearing a vicious expression. "You filthy male homewrecker! How dare you destroy someone else's family!" "Exactly! He looks so quiet and well-mannered. Who would've thought he was capable of something like this?" "I hate homewreckers more than anything! Men or women, they all deserve to die!" The moment they finished speaking, rotten eggs, spoiled vegetables, and even unidentified liquids came flying at me. I instinctively raised my hands to shield myself, but the liquid still splashed across the back of my hand. A searing burn spread instantly through my skin. It was sulfuric acid. I curled up in agony and buried my entire body beneath the blankets. The mob wasn't forcibly pulled away until hospital security arrived. I trembled all over, completely unaware of what had happened. Then my phone screen lit up, and messages began flooding in one after another. Only then did I finally piece together the truth. The post I had made online about my forged marriage certificate had been exposed. Someone had dug up the information and tracked down Claire and Ethan, determined to get justice for me. But Claire had turned the tables on me in the comments. She portrayed me as a man who had tricked her into marriage and even forged a psychiatric diagnosis to make me look mentally ill. She had also produced another "marriage certificate" dated earlier than the one she and I had. The tide of public opinion completely reversed. I became the male homewrecker who refused to leave and had interfered in someone else's relationship. Clutching my phone, I trembled uncontrollably, my knuckles turning white. I called Claire. "We were together for three whole years. Why are you doing this to me?" There was silence on the other end for several seconds. Then her voice came through, calm and emotionless. "Daniel, I already explained it to you. Ethan is young. He can't handle this kind of shock." "He's not like you. He didn't grow up struggling from the bottom, so people need to be more understanding of his temper and personality." "Knowing that you existed was already hard enough for him. If you call him the homewrecker, how do you expect him to go on living?" As I listened to her, it felt as if someone had seized my throat, leaving me unable to breathe. It was difficult to connect this cold woman with the Claire who had once defended me in everything. I still remembered when my career had just started and several female clients made things difficult for me. They said that if I wanted to land the contract, I had to go out to dinner with them. I knew exactly how that industry worked. Those wealthy women were simply keeping another "home" outside their marriages. When Claire found out, she went straight to those women and confronted them. When one of them picked up a beer bottle and swung it at me, Claire stepped in front of me without hesitation. "My man is off-limits. Don't touch him, and don't even think about him. I'm not someone you can push around." That day, she stood up for me and ended up covered in injuries herself. But now she was using the same methods those women had used to threaten me against me. I let out a self-mocking laugh and asked, "What if I say no?" She didn't answer. After several seconds of silence, she spoke calmly. "I'll make you agree."After hanging up, I began fighting back like a madman. Three years of chat records, screenshots of money transfers, and photos from anniversaries. I posted all the evidence online in chronological order. Every single piece made one thing clear: I was the one who had been deceived. Public opinion slowly began to shift. The abuse turned toward Claire and Ethan. The next day, I planned to visit my father in the hospital. From a distance, I saw a pile of belongings scattered outside his hospital room. Claire stood in the doorway with several bodyguards behind her. The insulated mug I had once given my father and his old radio had been thrown out like garbage. I rushed over and grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing? My father's still inside!" She shook me off, her voice terrifyingly calm. "Ethan has been so distressed by the rumors online that he needs to be hospitalized for observation. This is the best room, and it gets the most sunlight, so I'm having him moved here." The bodyguards continued throwing things into the hallway. I tried desperately to stop them, but I couldn't hold them back. Then one of them reached toward the oxygen mask on my father's face. With a heavy thud, I dropped straight to my knees. "Don't touch my father! I'll do anything you want!" I was so frantic that my voice came out distorted. Claire gave me a cold look. Without another word, we both understood what the other wanted. She took out her phone, set it on a stand, and aimed it at me. She read one sentence, and I repeated it. "I, Daniel Carter, am the third party..." The video had been online for less than ten minutes when the comments exploded. The people who had sympathized with me before instantly turned against me. My company fired me for "personal conduct issues." The neighbors in my building avoided me whenever they saw me. Even the nurses changing my father's medication wore frighteningly cold expressions around me. I no longer cared. I booked plane tickets for three days later and prepared to take my father away. A junior colleague had invited me to join her abroad, where there were better opportunities. I had given up that chance for Claire. Now that I finally saw her clearly, there was nothing left for me to hold on to. But on the morning we were supposed to leave, the front door was kicked open with a loud bang. Claire's eyes were bloodshot as she stared at me. "Daniel Carter, you poisoned Ethan's water?" "I didn't..." She didn't listen at all and motioned for the bodyguards to come forward. They dragged me out of the house, grinding my old injuries against the pavement until the pain bored into my bones. They shoved me into a car, tied up my arms and legs, and took me to a hillside outside the city. A crane lifted me into the air. Below me was a raging river. "I'm going to show you what happens when you hurt Ethan." The rope loosened, and I plunged into the freezing water. Water rushed into my nose, mouth, and lungs. I fought desperately, but only sank deeper. I was terrified of water. I had nearly drowned as a child, and Claire knew that. Back then, she had held me and promised, "I'll never let you go near dangerous water again." But now she was the one who had thrown me into it. They pulled me up, then dropped me again. Over and over. I was almost out of strength. In a daze, I heard her voice. "Keep him hanging for a few more hours. Release him tomorrow." She left, and the rope suddenly came loose. I fell into the river and struggled desperately, but I kept sinking lower and lower. Was I going to die? The next day, Claire gently fed Ethan soup while staying beside him. Just then, a sudden cramp twisted her stomach. She had forgotten to eat on time again. I used to be the one who reminded her and prepared her medicine. She glanced at the time and casually said to her assistant, "Release Daniel. He should've learned his lesson." Half an hour later, the assistant rushed in with a deathly pale face. "Miss Bennett! Mr. Carter... is missing! He must have fallen into the river!"