After His Mistress Went Viral, I Took Everything Novel – I stared at my phone, my world collapsing around me in waves of disbelief. The livestream playing on my screen showed a luxury Manhattan maternity suite, all soft lighting and expensive floral arrangements. And there, cradling a newborn wrapped in a blue blanket, was Hailey Young—with Zach standing proudly beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder.
“And here’s little Zachary Junior,” Hailey cooed, her perfectly manicured finger stroking the baby’s cheek. Her eyes flicked toward the camera with calculated precision. “I’m sure Katherine Sullivan would have loved to meet him, but she’s probably busy with her mother’s funeral today. Such unfortunate timing.” My fingers trembled against the screen. Five years. Five years I had given to Zach, enduring his mother’s constant belittling, his growing indifference.
All because he had saved my mother from that car accident. A debt I thought I could repay with my loyalty, my patience, my very life. And now, on the day I was burying my mother, he couldn’t even pretend to care. “Kate?” My grandmother Margaret’s voice came from the doorway of my bedroom. “The car is waiting, darling.” I looked up, still in my black mourning dress, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t speak. I simply turned the phone toward her.
Grandma’s face hardened as she watched, her normally gentle eyes turning to steel. “That despicable boy,” she whispered, crossing the room to wrap her arms around me. “And today of all days.” “Everyone will know,” I choked out. “The video’s gone viral. They’re all talking about it.” “Then let them talk,” she said firmly, taking the phone from my hands and setting it face-down on the dresser. “Today is about your mother. About Elizabeth. We will deal with Zachary Foster tomorrow.” But as we arrived at the church, it was clear there would be no separating the two events.
The whispers followed me down the aisle—pitying glances, heads bent together in gossip, the occasional phone screen hastily tucked away as I passed. “Poor Katherine…” “Did you see the video?” “…while her mother isn’t even cold…” I kept my eyes forward, focused on the mahogany casket draped with white lilies—my mother’s favorite. The Foster family occupied the front pew on the right side, a sea of expensive black clothing and stony faces. Eleanor Foster, Zach’s mother, didn’t even bother to hide her smirk as I passed.
Zach’s seat was conspicuously empty. I slid into place beside my grandmother, who took my trembling hand in hers. Her grip was warm, solid—the only real thing in a world that seemed to be dissolving around me. “She would be so proud of you,” Grandma whispered as the minister approached the pulpit. “Standing tall, even now.” But was I standing tall? Or was I just numb, hollowed out by grief and humiliation? As the minister began speaking about my mother’s life—her kindness, her courage, her love—something inside me shifted.
A clarity I hadn’t felt in years cut through the fog of pain. My mother wouldn’t want this for me. She wouldn’t want me trapped in a loveless engagement out of misplaced gratitude. She wouldn’t want me to endure another day of Eleanor Foster’s cruelty or Zach’s indifference. Before I fully realized what I was doing, I was on my feet. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice stronger than I expected. The minister paused, surprised. “I have something to say.” The church fell silent. Every eye was on me as I slipped the diamond engagement ring—the ring that had felt like a shackle for so long—from my finger. “My mother taught me about dignity,” I said, my voice echoing in the hushed space. “About self-respect.
And today, I honor her by reclaiming mine.” I held up the ring. “The engagement between myself and Zachary Foster is over. I release him to be with the mother of his child, with my sincere wishes for their happiness.” I placed the ring on the pew beside me and sat down. The silence was absolute—until a small, satisfied smile appeared on my grandmother’s face. Across the aisle, Eleanor Foster’s face had turned an alarming shade of purple. And somewhere in the back, I caught a glimpse of Lucas Reed, his eyes fixed on me with something that looked like pride. I had no idea what would happen next.