The Billionaire CEO Betrays his Wife: He wants her back-Chapter 114: Win in Suit

It was a civil war only not the kind that spilled blood on battlegrounds, but the kind that tears a man from the inside out. Ethan sat across from his client, watching their eyes avoid his. The handshake was short. Final. Another one is gone.

His office once a place of power and prestige now felt like a ghost town. The very firm his father built from the ground up was crumbling. And he knew exactly who was behind it. Lucy.

She had been his right hand and trust in all the ways that mattered to clients. Until she flipped the table on him, her obsession to have him now had no boundaries and she was ready to burn the world to have him if that was what it took.

Her innocent act stopped working thanks to Mara now she was done pretending, she will fight for what she wants, the kind of obsession that can kill a person, she holds pride in the fact that Mara didn’t fight for Ethan because she didn’t love him as much as she did, she has crossed the line from love to obsession and self-respect to shamelessness.

When Ethan stepped into the courtroom, his suit was sharp, but his nerves were sharper. He needed this win. Not for the headlines. Not even for the pride. But to keep the firm alive.

Opposing him stood Mara, fiery, brilliant, unapologetically confident he had waited for a day like this just for the fun of it but now it wasn’t for fun but survival. Their banter was electric, almost theatrical. Sparks flew, not just from the tension of the case but from the chemistry neither of them dared acknowledge.

Ethan gave it everything. Every piece of law he knew, every skill he had. But it wasn’t enough for the first time in his entire career he lost to his wife. Mara won, Mara felt so good about it as if the win meant something well it did in some sense just to break Ethan to get back at him, she achieved her aim and also set a new record for herself.

As the gavel fell, Ethan’s world tilted a little further toward ruin. But the real storm hadn’t even started.

Just as Mara gathered her files and prepared to leave, the courtroom doors opened with a deliberate slam. Lucy walked in with a smirk that curled like poison ivy.

"Congratulations on the win," she said sweetly to Mara. "Thought you might want to see these."

She handed Mara a sleek envelope. Inside were three photos and a pregnancy test. Mara glanced at the photos Ethan and Lucy, in what looked like a compromising position. And the test. Positive.

Mara blinked. "What is this?"

Lucy leaned in, voice smooth as silk dipped in arsenic. "Ethan’s going to be a father."

Ethan, walking toward them, froze in place. His face drained of all color.

"Mara, no! This isn’t— I never touched her! I wouldn’t—not even drunk!"

Lucy whipped out her phone, scrolling to more images. Ones that told a different story. Ethan is unconscious on a couch. Lucy, next to him. Her lips were on his cheek. His shirt... undone.

Mara’s jaw clenched. Her heart throbbed painfully as she stared between the two. Then, without a word, she walked past Ethan. Out of the courthouse. Out of his world.

Ethan stood, dazed. "Lucy, what did you do?"

Lucy smiled, too calm. "You don’t have Mara to go back to now, Ethan. So, I’ll stay with you, I have forgiven you. After all, you’re the father of my child."

"You’re insane," he hissed. "Go to Celeb or any of the men you’ve been with! Not me?"

"Because you are the father," she replied. "And if you keep denying this, you won’t just lose Mara oops you already lost her. You’ll lose every single client you still have and your reputation."

Her phone was already in her hand. A few taps. A few calls. And just like that, Ethan’s office phone buzzed with new client voicemails.

"They’re coming back to Anderson Firm," she whispered. "But only if we stick together."

Ethan glared. "You’re blackmailing me."

"I’m giving you a chance to win again to be on top like always."

Ethan couldn’t breathe. Nothing made sense. He was sure, no positive he had never slept with Lucy. But her calm, her confidence... it chipped at his certainty.

"Take another test. In front of me," he demanded.

Lucy shrugged and complied. Minutes later, the test was positive.

"DNA test," he growled. "Immediately."

"You’ll have to wait until the baby is born, can’t risk my pregnancy for your denial," she replied sweetly. "That’s how it works."

Ethan stared at her, chest tight. he has to find a way so she could have the DNA, he couldn’t wait for that long. No one to trust. No, Mara.

He’d lost the case. Lost Mara again. Possibly lost his future.

But one thing he hadn’t lost was his instinct. If Lucy was lying, he’d find a way to prove it. And if she wasn’t... He didn’t want to finish that thought as he walked away.

He used to think betrayal was a sharp, obvious thing. A knife to the back. A scream. A slammed door. But no betrayal is quiet. It’s the silence of a woman you love walking away without looking back. It’s the echo of her heels down the courthouse hallway, each step spelling out "I’m done."

Mara was his compass. His safe place. The woman who saw through the suit, through the headlines, and loved the man underneath. And now, because of Lucy, she hated him and himself.

And the worst part? He couldn’t even fight for her properly. Not when the woman he supposedly betrayed her with again had photos, videos, and proof.

But why didn’t he remember?

He will never touch Lucy. Never kissed her. Hell, He could barely stand her. She had a likable body but nowhere compared to his wife, and not in a million years would he dream of looking at another woman twice after what happened with Maria-Isabel. He will never. She could never be Mara none of them could ever be.

Still, the images didn’t lie. He was there.

He tried to piece it together. That night... he’d been stressed, drained, desperate. But he never drank to black out. Never. So why couldn’t he remember what happened after he got home?

Was he drugged? Set up?

He clenched his fists.

Lucy had always been two steps ahead. She’d charmed clients, charmed investors for God’s sake. But this? This was her masterpiece.

And now, she claimed he had fathered her child.

Ethan stared at himself in the mirror of the firm’s private restroom.

He looked like a stranger unshaven, tie loosened, eyes heavy. His world was unraveling and there was nothing he could hold onto.

"Why don’t I remember?" he whispered to the man staring back at him.

The more he thought about it, the more the gaps in his memory haunted him. That night his last clear moment was sipping a drink Lucy handed him. After that? Darkness.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew Lucy so well. But drugging him? Faking a pregnancy? Or worse, finding a way to make it real?

Ethan gagged. Disgust. Shame. Fury.

But he had no proof. Only her confidence, and his silence. His inability to prove that he was innocent.

Mara deserved more than this. She deserved the truth. But how do you prove something you can’t remember?

Ethan texted Mara. No reply.

He called her. Voicemail. "I love you," He whispered into the voicemail. "I didn’t touch her. I swear it." But his words were useless now. They didn’t match the evidence. They didn’t fix the past.