My Husband Fell in Love with the Woman Who Hit Me

: My Husband Cheated

In the third year of my marriage to Aiden Fordham, a young girl knocked into me, causing a miscarriage that left me permanently infertile.

Aiden cursed her out, furious enough to have her thrown in jail.

But later, swayed by the girl's tears, Aiden's heart softened.

Not only did he forgive her, he went behind my back and gave her a job.

He started bringing her everywhere, and they became inseparable.

Aiden even confessed to a friend, "A woman who's had a miscarriage just can't compare to an innocent young girl."

And that girl was brazen enough to show up at our front door:

"Ma'am, I'm not here to ruin your marriage. I just want to give you a child for Aiden."

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For nearly a year after the miscarriage, Aiden refused to touch me.

At first, he said it was because he was afraid I hadn't recovered properly. Then, he claimed that since my life had been in danger during the miscarriage, he was scared I'd get hurt again. After that, he just got busier and busier—so busy it became difficult for me to even see him.

So on our wedding anniversary, I went to the city where he was on a business trip, planning to give him a surprise.

The moment the door opened, I was stunned. The man standing there in a bathrobe, abs on full display, was my supposedly conservative husband.

He wasn't surprised to see me, just flustered. He hastily tightened his bathrobe and blurted out, "I thought you were Rosalie Sloane."

Realizing how wrong that sounded, he quickly added, "Rosalie Sloane is my assistant. She was just supposed to bring me some files for work. Don't overthink it."

I didn't say anything, my gaze sweeping over the hotel room instead.

On the table sat a large bouquet of roses, a pair of lovebird figurines, and an array of junk food that Aiden supposedly despised. Not only that, but the room was a suite with a large, round, pink bed.

No matter how you looked at it, this was a honeymoon suite.

Aiden explained in a panic, "It's all my new assistant's fault. She's young and completely unreliable. She booked this bizarre room, and on top of that, she bought all this food that I don't even like."

But he still hadn't thrown out the junk food.

I remember when I was pregnant, I had a specific craving for snacks like these.

The doctor said a small amount was fine. I was craving them so badly back then that I called Aiden and asked him to bring some home after work.

But he just yelled at me, asking why I had to crave that kind of garbage of all things.

Some of those snacks weren't exactly healthy, but I was just so, so hungry for them. Pregnant women sometimes get intense cravings for one particular thing that they just can't resist.

I went out and bought some anyway. I was just about to eat them when Aiden came home.

The moment he smelled them, his brow furrowed. He pinched his nose and snapped at me, "Didn't I tell you? Don't eat this garbage! The smell is disgusting."

He didn't listen to any of my explanations. He just threw the snacks out, his face a hard mask, and went to bed right after his shower.

But now, here was that same stuff sitting by the bed, and Aiden didn't seem to find the smell disgusting at all.

Aiden changed his clothes and came out. Just then, there was a knock at the door. With a look of annoyance, he called out, "I'm having an intimate moment with my wife, don't disturb us."

But the knocking continued, and Aiden grew visibly agitated.

I stared hard at Aiden. "Stop pretending. You know who's out there, don't you?"

"It must be my clueless assistant. I'll get rid of her right now." Aiden used his body as a wall, trying to block my view.

But the person outside had other ideas.

The moment the door opened, the girl deliberately showed her pretty, youthful face.

"Sienna, you're here! I'm Aiden's assistant now. I hope you'll take good care of me."