I Ruined My Husband's Reputation

In the seventh year of running my jewelry store, a woman came in to order a set of gold jewelry for her future mother-in-law. As I introduced the designs, I noticed the gold bracelet on her wrist. It was identical to the one my husband had crafted for me. Just as I was about to take a closer look, her phone lit up. The wallpaper was a photo of a couple, and the man in it was Julian Holt, my husband of seven years. My expression froze. I walked to the far end of the counter and placed a call. “Honey, do you remember the gold bracelet I asked you to keep when we got engaged? Can you take a photo of it and send it to me?” There was a brief pause on the other end. When he spoke, his tone of voice was tense. “Why are you suddenly asking about the bracelet? I stored it in a bank safe deposit box. It’s probably too late to go get it now. Tomorrow, I’ll bring it to you.” I smiled and agreed. After hanging up, I returned to the female customer. Chapter 1 She appeared to be in her early twenties, with delicate features and a touch of youthful charm. As I approached, she pointed at a set displayed on the tablet. “I’ll go with this one.” I smiled and asked her to leave her contact information behind so we could reach her. The name she wrote down was Tessa Zander. “Miss Zander, right?” Tessa nodded with a smile. I asked casually as I entered her details. “The workmanship on your bracelet is remarkable. I’ve hardly seen anything so finely made since opening my shop. Was it… a gift from your husband?” At my compliment, Tessa’s smile widened. “For now, he’s still my fiance but not for long. He said he’ll take me home to meet his parents this New Year’s Eve. After that, I’ll be part of the family.” It all seemed perfect, if only she were not with my husband. “Is that him on your lock screen? He really looks at you with so much love.” I looked down and recorded the design details, letting just the right amount of envy slip into my tone. Tessa nodded with pride. “Right? Even you can tell! He treats me… pretty well. He always gives me whatever I want. He’s just a little too clingy sometimes, which is a bit annoying.” She spoke as if she were complaining, but her words were almost overflowing with self-satisfaction. I gave her a faint smile, though my eyes held no warmth. “Can I ask how you two met? I could learn a thing or two myself about finding someone so caring and attentive.” She seemed very receptive to my flattery. Tessa said while stroking her chin thoughtfully, “Around three years ago, during a business trip, he clung to me from the very first meeting. I just couldn’t get rid of him…” The phrase “three years ago” pierced my ears like a shard of ice, and all her sweet, boastful words that followed faded into indistinct noise. Three years ago, I suffered a miscarriage while helping Julian Holt, my husband, secure a crucial deal. The doctor informed me that my uterus had to be removed due to severe blood loss, and I would never be able to conceive again. Julian flew back that same night. He knelt by my hospital bed and slapped himself repeatedly. His eyes were bloodshot. “It’s all my fault! If it weren’t for me and that business deal, you wouldn’t be in this state, and we wouldn’t have lost the child… It’s all my fault!” Over the next month, he went back and forth between the company and the hospital, visibly growing thinner by the day. I lay in the hospital bed. Beyond the physical pain, I was consumed by fear. Chapter 2 Knowing how much Julian wanted children, I did not even dare ask whether he would come to resent me. I finally understood that he would never deprive himself of what he wanted. “Ma’am…” Tessa’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. When I looked up, she was extending her phone toward me. On the screen was a close-up of a gold-and-emerald amulet. “You have a good eye. Could you take a look at the workmanship on this piece? He said… once the baby is born, he’ll put it on them.” She rested a hand on her still-flat belly, but her face glowed with happiness. I was momentarily taken aback. Was she pregnant? Also, that amulet looked painfully familiar. Three years ago, when I had just conceived, my father had it blessed to protect the child I was carrying. Unfortunately, the child was never born. I had kept the amulet safely tucked away all these years. Whenever I missed the child I would never meet, I would take it out and look at it. What was this? Had he used it to win another woman’s favor? “The craftsmanship is excellent. That man… is very thoughtful.” I composed myself and was about to ask more questions when Tessa’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen. The contact name read: Dear Husband. A sweet smile spread across Tessa’s face as she quickly stepped away to answer it. I had no idea what they talked about, but Tessa’s expression darkened noticeably after she ended the call. “I’ll come pick up the jewelry when it’s ready,” she said briefly before leaving in a rush. As I watched her leave, I slowly let the last of my smile disappear. Pulling out my phone, I called my father, Richard Quinnell. He was Julian’s boss and the head of Quinnell Group. “Dad, I regret it. Take back the Marketing Director position that was promised to Julian, and find me the best divorce lawyer. I want to divorce him.” I did not want to stay at the shop any longer, so I went home early. When I opened the door, I found Julian already there. “Darling? Why are you home so early today?” A smile broke across his face. In a few strides, he came over and pulled me into his arms. “Was it very busy at the shop? I already told you not to work so hard. Just stay home and rest. I can provide for you.” Had I not discovered his infidelity, I might have believed his warmth and care. But all his words did was disgust me. I pushed him away. Julian’s arms froze midair, and his smile briefly stiffened. But just as quickly, he seemed to have figured something out. “Are you upset because I didn’t show you the gold bracelet in time?” He stepped in front of me, smiling. Then, like a magician, he pulled the gold bracelet from his pocket and held it out in his palm. “How could I dare delay anything my wife asked for? I left the meeting early and rushed to the bank, worried I wouldn’t make it in time. Here it is, safe and sound.” He looked at me with a flattering smile, as though seeking praise. I took the gold bracelet. My hand tightened around it until my knuckles went white. Just as I was about to confront him, my phone vibrated. It was a message from my father. He said he had uncovered something and wanted me to return home. I forced back the questions that rose to my throat. I took a deep breath and made up an excuse. Then, I headed for the door. Julian did not suspect anything and handed me my coat. Chapter 3 He said gently, “Be safe on your way. Spend some time with your dad.” Back home, I went straight to Dad’s study. His tone was grave. He sounded frustrated and utterly disappointed. “I told you from the start that man couldn’t be trusted, yet you foolishly insisted on marrying beneath yourself. Just look at what he’s done!” I pressed my lips into a thin line and picked up the stack of documents on his desk. I flipped them open. It stretched to one hundred and twenty pages. Each one documented Julian’s infidelity in detail. In 2023, a month after my miscarriage and the removal of my uterus, he went on a so-called business trip and met Tessa. Within two hours of meeting her, he slept with her. He could not even wait until I was out of postpartum recovery. In 2024, after I lost my child, I fell into depression. I was hospitalized for treatment and had to take strong meds in large doses. Julian used company training as an excuse, but in truth, he was traveling the world with Tessa. In 2025, I finally recovered from depression. Julian gave me an emerald necklace, telling me it stood for luck and safety. Yet, the receipt before me clearly read “complimentary.” The real piece was around Tessa’s neck. It felt like a void had split open in my chest, and a chill spread through it. “Do you remember your… miscarriage?” Dad’s voice pulled me back to reality. “W-What about it?” A sense of foreboding stirred within me. Dad was silent. He slid a small recording toward me and pressed play. A flattering male voice came through first. “Mr. Holt, are you really telling us to… deliberately get Miss Quinnell drunk?” It was one of Julian’s business partners from three years ago. The next voice was Julian’s. “Yes. If she gives birth, her father will invest everything into raising his grandchild. At that point, will there be anything left of the Quinnell family’s assets for me?” My blood seemed to freeze solid in my veins. It had been him. He had caused my miscarriage. The recording continued. “Mr. Holt, Miss Quinnell just had a miscarriage. Are you sure you want to sign the uterine donation consent form?” Julian said without a moment’s hesitation, “Yes.” The recording ended. A heavy silence filled the study. I stood frozen in place, unable to process what I had just heard. The one who had destroyed my life, stolen my chance at motherhood, and pushed me into the depths of depression was the man I had once called my husband. A violent surge of nausea hit me without warning. I covered my mouth and rushed into the bathroom. I retched all over the toilet. Nothing came up. Only cold tears splattered against the white porcelain rim. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. It was a text from Julian. [Darling, we’ve always had New Year’s Eve dinner at my family’s place. Why don’t you go to your dad’s this year instead? You can spend more time with Richard. I’ll be late, though. I can’t turn down a business partner.] I read the message and sneered. ‘A business partner he could not refuse?’ I thought. Most likely, he wanted to take his mistress to meet his family and did not want me there. Another bitter laugh escaped me. Still, I texted back. [Okay.] I wanted to see whether he could even get through this New Year’s Eve dinner. The next day, at the Hilton Hotel, Dad contacted the manager early that morning and arranged for us to be seated in the private room next to Julian’s. Through a concealed window, I could hear everything happening next door. As expected, Julian did not disappoint. I had barely taken a seat when his message arrived. [Darling, you’re at Richard’s place now, right?] He was testing me. Chapter 4 I looked down and sent the photo I had prepared in advance with a reply. [Yes.] Julian seemed relieved. He replied within seconds. [Good. I’ll head over once I’m done. Love you, darling.] What a hypocrite! My lips curled faintly, but there was no warmth in my face. All this time, he had played the role of a devoted husband and a considerate son-in-law perfectly. Every word and every gesture had seemed full of care. Had I not noticed the gold bracelet and the couple photos, I would never have known how much deception hid behind that face. At 6 p.m., relatives of the Holt family began arriving one after another. Nancy Holt was all smiles. She moved briskly through the crowd as she handled everything. Her attentive and considerate demeanor gave the impression of an ideal mother-in-law. Once, she had shown me the same careful attentiveness as a way of expressing the Holt family’s regard. She remembered the fruits I liked and prepared them in advance each season. When Dad’s blood pressure ran high, she specially arranged for herbal remedies to be brought from the countryside. She neatly packed them and sent them to our home. When I caught an occasional cold, she would personally deliver soup and stay by my bedside until the fever broke. I had once genuinely believed I had become part of a warm and caring family. But at this moment, Julian stood beside Tessa, who wore a radiant smile. Behind them, relatives and friends gathered. She looked as though the “family” belonged to her. Only I was an outsider, like a stranger excluded from it all. I had not realized when that had happened. At 7 p.m., as everyone settled into their seats, Julian stood up with Tessa. He had her hand in his and raised a toast. With tears and emotion, he recounted to his relatives how he and Tessa had met, grown close, and fallen in love. More importantly, their love had given them a child. He held Tessa tightly by the shoulder and declared that the child would inherit everything he owned and stand as the Holt family’s sole future hope. The private room broke into thunderous applause. Everyone was moved by what they saw as a long-awaited fulfillment of happiness. I sat in the adjoining room, watching this carefully staged display of emotion. I was almost tempted to applaud their “happiness” as well. If only the man speaking so tenderly were not my husband… Tessa spoke next. Her voice was thick with emotion. She called Julian the best man in the world and said that when her pregnancy left her emotionally unstable, he had stayed with her. He had patiently comforted and cared for her. “I must’ve done something truly good in my previous lives to deserve a man like him.” Seeing them act in seamless harmony made my stomach turn. While they were wrapped up in their sweet life together, I had been harmed. He had removed my uterus and forever stripped me of motherhood. When they began trying for a baby, I was suffering from depression after the miscarriage. I had barely survived in the hospital room. Even back then, when Nancy came to the hospital every day with nourishing soup, she had not come there for me. I realized that it was only to keep me under watch, so Julian could freely go and be with Tessa, who had just found out she was pregnant. At that moment, Julian clasped Tessa’s hand more firmly. He pulled a velvet box from his pocket, dropped to one knee, and opened it. Inside was a large diamond ring. With overwhelming tenderness, he looked at Tessa and said, “Tessa, I know you don’t care about any of this, but I love you and want to give you the very best life. This family banquet is only the beginning. Once the baby is born, I’ll give you the grandest wedding and marry you with full honor and glory!” The private room erupted in excitement, with shocked gasps all around the room. Chapter 5 Amid the noise of celebration, I heard Julian’s uncle—the same man who had borrowed more than two million dollars from us over time—raise his glass and laugh loudly. “Jule is truly reliable. That’s what a real Holt family man looks like.” His third aunt, whom I had once gone to great lengths and used my connections to help send her daughter overseas, clapped while wiping away her tears. “This is wonderful! I’ve always liked Tessa. She’s such a reliable girl.” Meanwhile, Julian’s younger brother, whose repeated business failures I had helped smooth over each time through my family’s resources, stood up excitedly to toast them. “Jule, and Tessa, my soon-to-be sister-in-law, I wish you a long and happy marriage and a safe delivery for the baby.” Each of them had once benefited from my help, received my kindness, and taken what I had offered. Yet, at this moment, none of them remembered I existed. Not one of them mentioned my name. Just then, a five-year-old cousin of Julian’s suddenly broke through the flattering chatter with a loud, clear voice. “Is she your sister-in-law? What about Annie?” The innocent question drained all color from Tessa’s face. She swayed and fell into Julian’s arms. Her eyes darted in panic. She looked guilty. Even Julian’s composure cracked for a brief second. But he quickly recovered and pulled her into a firm, protective embrace. His gaze turned cold as he looked across the room. His voice was sharp and decisive. “Whoever I acknowledge is your sister-in-law. Anyone else is irrelevant and doesn’t need to be mentioned.” I listened to his words from the adjoining room. My nails dug deep into my palms. All these years, I had used my family’s money to cover his company losses, pulled every string I could to smooth his path, and even given up my own career to devote myself entirely to him. I had given him everything, only to be dismissed as “irrelevant.” Heat surged to my chest again, and I forced it down. Sensing the tension, Julian’s father, Owen Holt, quickly smoothed things over with a smile. “Let’s not bring up unnecessary matters on such a happy occasion. There’s actually more good news. Tessa is expecting a boy! The Holt family line will continue!” The relatives raised their glasses again in celebration. “Congratulations, Tessa! You can tell she’s blessed, unlike someone else who’s nothing but a hen that can’t lay eggs. She nearly brought the Holt family line to an end!” “Good thing Jule is smart. He chose well and got himself a lucky girl like Tessa.” “If you ask me, fertility is what truly matters. Status means little. What matters is carrying on the family line. Tessa has done really well!” Seeing that all the relatives were on her side, Tessa quickly regained her composure. She smiled and nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Julian with an affectionate gaze. “Thank you all for your blessings. I’m so happy to become a part of this family. I love Jule, and I’m willing to have his child. From now on, the three of us will always be this happy together.” Julian wrapped his arms tightly around her and made a vow to everyone present. “I will give Tessa and our child the best possible life. I’ll make sure everyone witnesses our happiness!” Applause broke out once again. Just then, the door swung open, and I stepped inside amid the chatter and noise. I smiled as I met the gaze of everyone in the private room. “Such a lively gathering! Why wasn’t I invited?”