After Divorce, I got the Billionaires sperm

Jessica POV The cold gem hit my stomach, and I giggled and wiggled at the coldness in my warm stomach. "I'm Sorry. I normally warm the gel, but you being the day's first patient, it hadn't warmed up enough." The doctor apologized, her eyes never leaving the machine's screen as I moved under it. The beeping sound of the machine as it glided over my slowly swelling belly made my heart flutter. I have just hit twenty weeks pregnant, and I am finding out today what the gender is. "That's my baby's heart?" I asked, trying to understand what the doctor was doing, but nothing made sense to me. I was so excited. "Yes," Caroline, my doctor, answered. She was a sweet lady. She had no children; she couldn't have any, so she chose to be an obstetrician, to help others and conduct research, to assist women like her. "Is it not beating a bit fast?" It sounded very fast. I said worriedly. "No, that is normal. "Babies tend to have a faster heartbeat," she continued, moving the hand thingy over my belly. "Ready for the big reveal?" She asked excitedly. "You bet." I was more than ready. "This is the spine, and the baby was happy to roll over and show me what we wanted to see. Look here. What does that look like to you?" she asked with a smile. The image was like a three-dimensional black-and-white image of my baby. "Is that what I think it is? "You're showing me his manhood??" I looked in shock at how clear it was. "Yep, he rolled over to show you. He does seem to be proud." She giggled back at me. "I have a son on the way," I whispered in awe. "Congratulations. You do have a perfect baby boy on the way," Caroline proudly answered. She printed out a few copies for me, and they are, and I left the women's hospital with a massive smile on my face. The news was very exciting. I had to go and see my husband, and he would be thrilled that it was a boy. Just this morning, he rubbed my belly and talked to it, telling the baby how much he loved it. I almost cried at how tender he was. We had put off painting the room until we knew the baby's gender. He showed me how much he loved me and the baby in so many ways. My husband owned a small bookkeeping firm. His office was on the first floor. I pulled into the parking lot outside the building and walked up the stairs. It was lunchtime, so he should have time for me. I took the stairs with a spring in my step. The door was made of glass, with the business name in big, bold letters and his name in a smaller font below. I pushed open the door to see the receptionist's desk empty. My half-sister works as his assistant, handling various tasks, including reception duties. Strangely, she had not placed the sign, "Back in half an hour," usually on the desk when it was not occupied. Why wouldn't they have the sign? As she was not at the desk, I assumed that maybe they had gone to lunch together, which was not odd, as they often had lunch together. Might as well since they work together. I saw no problem with it; I was happy that Tammy and Samuel got along well. As I head to my husband's office, I notice the blinds are closed. Did he have a client there? I was about to turn around when moaning came from his room. "Harder." I heard that, and that had my stomach drop. That sounded like my half-sister Tammy's voice. A slapping sound was heard, and it made my stomach turn. Did he slap her on her arse? I walked to the slightly ajar door and pushed it a little bit. Exposing my husband, Samuel, and my half-sister Tammy, hard at it in the office. Oblivious to me at the door Sam had his pants around his ankles, thrusting into my half-sister from behind. She was bent over, her hands on the edge of the desk for support, and he had his hands around her waist, pulling at her as he thrust harder. "More." She begged, and he seemed to enjoy being asked for more, as he picked up the pace and grunted at the effort. "You dirty b***h, you filthy bastard." They looked up in shock at me. I was so hurt, angry, and shocked. I did not know whether to slap them or run away, and I guess I am not a violent person because the latter had more appeal. My half-sister smirked as she looked over her shoulder at me by the door, while my husband pulled out of her and turned to me, his erection moist from my half-sister's juices and not at all upset at being caught with his pants down. He did not even bend to pull up his pants or cover himself; it was like he wanted me to see his infidelity in all its sickly glory. I fled the room, in tears, not seeing where I was running, I rushed down the stairs, only to trip and fall the last six steps, pain radiated from me as I tumbled down, I tried to protect my baby, but the momentum was too fast and crashed hard on my stomach, and I felt like something had burst. The pain ran through me, and I cried out, not from just my physical pain, but my emotional pain; I felt like I had lost more than my baby today. There was no way he could have survived that fall. My boy, I had only just met him, his beautiful face. My husband stood at the top of the stairs, with my half-sister nestled beside him, but neither came to help me, nor looked upset or hurt by being caught, or that I had fallen down the stairs. He was half dressed, and she had nothing on the bottom half, the reminder of what they had been doing. My sister started to clap, a horrible smirk on her face, turning into a hideous look. Neither of us attempted to come down the stairs to help me. "Nicely done. I hope you lose that baby. Only I should be carrying his child." She rubbed her flat stomach as if hinting she was with child. The shock that she was going to have my husband's child was almost as bad as the pain. As I watched him put his arm around her, they both turned and left me on the floor, crying and bleeding. I searched the floor for my bag, pulled out my phone, and called for an ambulance. "Hello, state your emergency.' A kind-sounding voice asked. "Hello.." I sniffled "I fell down the stairs. Can you come?" I spoke sadly to the woman, giving her the address, that I was pregnant, and that I was bleeding and in a lot of pain. "Stay on the line, and I will stay with you until the ambulance arrives. You are not alone. I'm here with you. Listen to my voice, stay with me." She tried hard to keep me talking to make sure I was conscious. I heard the ambulance siren. "Hold on, dear, we've got you." They looked me over and gave me something for the pain. I cried out as they lifted me onto the gurney. "Do you want us to contact your husband for you?" the paramedic asked. "No need. He knows." I replied in tears, realizing that maybe my so-called happy marriage was all on my side. The tenderness he showed Tammy when she rubbed her belly was something he had not once shown me, nor had he ever shown me such love and devotion. Caroline came rushing to me, worry on her face. "We will get you straight into the theater. Do you want Samuel to be called?" She asked sympathetically. "No, he already knows and hopes the baby doesn't survive. He and Tammy were together, and Tammy hinted she was carrying his child. "Can you call Grandma?" I sobbed, and Caroline looked shocked. "No!" she exclaimed. I do not know what happened after that, as I gave in to the darkness that was pulling at me.