My Husband Implanted His Mistress's Child In My Womb

Betrayed by her husband, a woman discovers a horrifying truth: the child she is carrying was conceived by his mistress and implanted in her womb without her consent. Trapped in a web of billionaire influence and cold-blooded manipulation, she must navigate a marriage built on lies and medical violation. As she faces the ultimate cruelty from the man she once loved, she struggles to reclaim her life and seek justice against those who stole her bodily autonomy.

Chapters

Chapter 1

On the day of our daughter's one-month anniversary, my husband's ex-girlfriend posted a photo on Instagram of them holding a baby together. The caption read: "Our little family finally reunited."

I was stunned by the photo, seeing my precious Marie—the daughter I had carried for nine months and brought into this world. I commented, "That seems to be my daughter."

Moments later, Maxwell called me.

"Amalia just adores our daughter and wants to be her godmother; that's why she posted that. Do you have to be so uptight?"

"You’re becoming more and more paranoid! Instead of obsessing over social media, why not focus on recovering after birth? Just look at how much weight you’ve gained!"

Before I could respond, he hung up.

When I checked Instagram again, the post was gone, and her account had blocked me from viewing her updates.

I stared at the supposed family photo, feeling as though my heart was being torn apart.

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When Maxwell returned home, I was just folding the last piece of clothing into the suitcase.

He looked at the neatly packed clothes, his handsome brows furrowing deeply.

"I swear, Amalia and I have nothing going on. Today she just felt impulsive and took a photo with Marie. Can you stop being so jealous?"

I paused, holding back my anger as I replied, "Ever since Amalia came back from Spain, you’ve been bending over backward for her. Isn't that obvious to you?"

Maxwell's eyes darted around, his expression suddenly darkening.

"Aurelia, are you crossing the line?"

"Amalia is my friend. My company needs someone with her international experience. Right now, we’re just colleagues!"

Thinking of the three-person photo, I laughed bitterly, "Colleagues? The kind that sleep together?"

At those words, Maxwell kicked my suitcase over, scattering clothes everywhere.

"You’re being so unreasonable, Aurelia! If I really wanted to be with her, you wouldn't even be part of the picture. Watch your words, or I won't hesitate to divorce you."

Maxwell stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

I stared at the overturned suitcase, feeling as if I were looking at my shattered heart.

Since Amalia returned from Spain, Maxwell had been giving her preferential treatment in every aspect.

Even colleagues at his company complained to me, frustrated that to solidify her position, Maxwell had placed her directly into the role of product director. When Amalia said, "I want to prove my abilities," he reassigned a successfully launched project to her, despite it eventually losing half a million dollars.

He just brushed it off as "an investment in developing talent."

Employees grumbled behind the scenes, calling Amalia a "charmer." But the next day, every one of them was fired without exception.

After that, no one dared to oppose her.

If all this were simply my imagination, how could that "family photo" on Amalia’s Instagram be explained?

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Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down. Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own. Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood. He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender. But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic. Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances. In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother's rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?

Adventure Billionaire Modern

8.5

Blackmailed By The Mafia CEO

8.5

Larisa Bronc is a twenty-one-year-old reporter who has never managed to write a story worth publishing. So when an anonymous tip lands in her hands, she cannot resist chasing it. It is exactly the kind of lead any journalist would want—and exactly the kind of trap she never sees coming. She has crossed the wrong man, and now she belongs to him. Obey, and she keeps her freedom. Defy him, and she loses her life. But escaping his control alive is only the beginning of a far darker game. This is a dark romance of danger, obsession, and survival, where walking away may cost more than staying ever would.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

9.3

Candice And The Cocky King

9.3

She bit her lower lip, nervous. "You're a dangerous man. I have seen you kill without a thought. What's to make me believe it won't be my head falling to the ground one day?" He stared at her for long, quiet seconds before he said slowly, "There are far more dangerous things I want to do to you and with your body. Death by my hand should be the least of your worries." ***** Candice is a metropolitan real estate agent, whose world revolves around closing deals and raking in commissions. But everything changed when a mysterious billionaire set her up on a blind date, thrusting her into a world beyond her wildest imagination. Suddenly, she finds herself at the center of a supernatural storm, with creatures from the shadows seeking to exploit her connection to Wayne Wyatt, the powerful and enigmatic werewolf monarch. Forced into a role she didn't fully understand, she agrees to play her role as Luna to her newly found Alpha – but only for a price. However, taming the proud and infuriating King would require her to navigate a delicate balance of power and seduction, testing her wits and will against his unyielding dominance. She finds herself in a bind, trying to resist this gorgeous, prideful king or succumb to the primal attraction that threatens to consume them both.

Billionaire Modern Werewolf

8.7

Dante's Love Turns to Ruin

8.7

When Dante’s childhood sweetheart returns, his once-devoted love for his wife, Selena, curdles into cold indifference. Trapped in a marriage defined by neglect and emotional cruelty, Selena endures his transformation from a protector to a tormentor. As the billionaire’s obsession with his past flame deepens, Selena must navigate the wreckage of her heart. This is a story of a woman facing the brutal collapse of her world and a man whose betrayal knows no bounds.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.3

Ditch the Billionaire, Own My Better Life!

7.3

Hazel Foster had been married with Rayan Kingston for three years. Even though Hazel knows that Rayan had only married her because her face looked like his dead girlfriend Evleyn Hamper, she still tried her best to maintain her marriage, because she loved him and believed that maybe one day he also fall in love with her. However, one day Rayan's ex-girlfriend sister's Oliver Hamper kidnapped Hazel and she almost lost her life, but her so-called husband didn't even come to visit at hospital even once, but asked his assistant Simon to warn Hazel not to cause trouble for him. Hearing assistant's words, Hazel heart turned cold. Just then her phone buzzed. Olivia had posted a new photo on Instagram. In the picture, Rayan was carrying her upstairs in his arms-like a scene from some romantic movie. You couldn't see his face, only his back, but Hazel knew that silhouette anywhere. After three years of marriage, she could recognize him by the way his shoulders moved. That was her husband. The man she'd once believed was hers. The caption read: "Twisted my ankle, and someone insisted on carrying me." Below, the comments flooded in: "So sweet!" "Couple goals!" "Perfect together!" Hazel's hands trembled. Tears stung her eyes. While she'd been fighting for her life, her husband had been playing lover to another woman. She wiped her tears away quickly. He wasn't worth it. Not a single drop. Without hesitation, she called her friend. She didn't explain much-just asked her to prepare divorce papers. She realized that it was time for her to leave this so-called marriage. ***** At the courthouse. Hazel held the divorce certificate and left with her held high. Rayan looked at her back, and sneered, thinking she will certainly regret it and come to him soon. However, what he didn't know was that the one who was going to regret was not her, but him.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

He Chose A Fake Heiress Over His True Queen

9.6

I waited seven years for Jax Vetti, the youngest Capo in New York, to finally claim me. Instead, five minutes before our scheduled engagement, he called me a burden behind a velvet curtain. Standing on the center stage of the Gala, he didn't reach for my hand. He took the hand of Chloe Davenport, his rival’s daughter, and announced to the underworld that she was carrying his heir. When the explosion tore through the ballroom moments later, Jax didn't hesitate. He threw his body over Chloe, shielding her completely, and dragged her to the safe room. I was left behind, exposed and helpless, until a massive crystal chandelier crashed down, crushing my legs and slicing my throat. While I lay bleeding out on the cold floor, Jax returned. He looked at my shattered body not with horror, but with disgust. "You're a liability, Savvy," he sneered, ordering his guards to dump me in the courtyard like trash so I wouldn't upset his pregnant fiancée. I clutched the bullet casing he gave me years ago—a blood oath he swore would bind us forever. He had promised to protect me, but tonight, he stepped over my broken body to comfort the woman who was secretly plotting his demise. His second-in-command found me before the cold took me. "He's lost his mind," Ben whispered, scooping me up and driving me to a private jet bound for Sicily. I didn't die that night. But the girl who loved Jax Vetti did. Six months later, I returned from the dead. Not as his victim, but as the woman who would turn his wedding into a funeral.

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My Husband Implanted His Mistress's Child In My Womb

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