He Broke Me For The Girl Who Bullied Me Chapter 04
When I woke up, I was in a hospital.
Ethan was in the chair beside the bed. Dark circles under his eyes.
But he couldn’t stop smiling.
“You’re pregnant.”
He put his hand on my stomach, gentle, and pulled up the calendar on his phone.
“I was looking at some dates. Pick one you like?”
“A garden wedding — the outdoor thing you always wanted? I’ll have the dress custom-made. Start looking at designers.”
“After the wedding, honeymoon. You always said you wanted to go to —”
He kept going. Planning our whole future.
I said nothing. My eyes stayed fixed on my phone.
HR had messaged me. I’d been let go — executive decision.
I didn’t have to ask. Either Ethan had done it, or Celeste had.
Five years.
I’d worked myself to the bone for that company for five years.
And they had decided my fate with one sentence.
There was a trending topic on Twitter. Celeste’s name.
I clicked.
Turned out she’d built herself an empire on Instagram. Two million followers.
Her whole feed was a curated fantasy — the old-money aesthetic, effortless glamour, philanthropy shots at galas.
The kind of account where the comments were wall-to-wall women calling her “goals.”
How the hell had she gotten away with building a life like this?
The trending video was of Celeste, crying prettily on camera. Mourning a love story that had died before it began.
She and Ethan, she said, had grown up next door to each other.
For every birthday since they were teenagers, he had booked out entire rooftop restaurants for her, flown her to Aspen on private jets, chartered yachts on Lake Michigan.
He had given her enough designer jewelry to fill a room. Cartier, Van Cleef, Tiffany.
And I — I was the one she’d cast as the woman who ruined their fairy tale.
In two graceful sentences, she painted me as a scheming homewrecker. The comment section went feral. People were already calling for my address, my workplace, my photo.
My hands were shaking.
I glanced at Ethan. He was on the phone with a wedding planner.
Slowly, I began to type. Attaching screenshots. Then I hit post.