My Husband’s Mistress Got Pregnant

I trembled as I looked into Caleb's cold, determined eyes. So, this was how the man I had shared a bed with for years truly saw me.

"If that's how you feel about me, there's nothing more to say. Let's get a divorce," I said quietly, forcing myself to stay composed.

His eyes flashed with surprise, but it was fleeting.

He crouched down, grabbed my chin roughly with one hand, and raised the other as though ready to strike me. "Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman!

"Yvonne just wants a child! What's wrong with me helping her? You sit at home all day doing nothing but overthinking, and now you have the nerve to talk about divorce?

"Forget it! Don't even dream about it! Divorce? How would that make me look? In this lifetime, I'll only ever be a widower, never divorced!"

He released my chin with a sharp glare and turned to Yvonne.

The abrupt shove sent me stumbling backward, landing painfully on the ground. A dull ache spread through my lower abdomen, and cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

Meanwhile, he was tucking stray strands of hair behind Yvonne's ear, his tone soft and caring. "Yvonne, are you hungry? Let's go home and get you something to eat."

She nodded weakly, leaning against him as if she could barely stand. "Caleb, I'm so hungry I don't even have the strength to walk. Can you carry me?"

Without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms, comforting her as he walked away, "Don't worry. Once you've eaten, you and the baby will feel better.

"And since you like her cooking so much, I'll make sure she changes up the menu every day to suit you!"

His words stung like a slap to my face, and Yvonne's smug glance only made it worse.

Unfortunately, I lacked the strength to argue. I clutched my abdomen, gasping for breath.

"Caleb!" I cried out. "My stomach hurts... Can you help me up?"

The hallway was crowded with people passing by, their curious gazes burning into me. Yet no one stepped forward to help.

I had no choice but to plead with him.

He turned his head, glanced at me, and let out a mocking laugh. "Don't tell me you're going to say you're too weak to stand now?

"What's the point of competing with Yvonne? She's just a friend. If there were anything between us, you wouldn't have married me in the first place.

"Honestly, your act is pretty convincing, but instead of wasting time here, why not hurry home and reheat the food for us?"

He turned to leave, but Yvonne clung tighter to his neck, pouting sweetly. "Caleb, maybe you should check on her. What if Laura really isn't feeling well? I don't want to cause a fight between you two."

Her words sounded considerate, but the way her arms tightened around him revealed her true intentions.

With a cold snort, Caleb walked back toward me. He gave me a disdainful look and nudged me with his foot.

"Get up," he barked.

The force sent me backward, and I felt a warm rush between my legs. My heart sank.

The baby...

This was all my fault. I didn't protect my baby.

Tears streamed down my face as I slumped to the floor.

Caleb, about to berate me again, froze when he noticed the blood staining my jeans. His eyes widened in shock.

The commotion caught the attention of a doctor stepping out of her office.

Noticing the crowd, she hurried over, and her face changed the moment she saw the blood. "Didn't I tell you to rest? Your pregnancy was already fragile. Now... it's unlikely we can save the baby.

"We need to perform an emergency D&C surgery immediately," the doctor added, signaling for staff to bring a stretcher.

Caleb's face turned ghostly pale. He grabbed the doctor's arm, his voice trembling. "Baby? You mean... she was pregnant?"