My Husband’s Mistress Took Everything While I Was Pregnant

The pain struck like lightning, sharp and sudden, doubling me over in our bedroom. I clutched my belly, feeling the baby shift as another wave of agony tore through me.

"Leo!" I gasped, my voice breaking. "Something's wrong. Please, we need to go to the hospital."

I found him in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone with that familiar distracted look. When he saw my face, he frowned.

"It's probably just Braxton Hicks," he said, not bothering to look up. "You're only six months along."

"No." I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "This is different. It hurts so much. Our baby—"

Another contraction cut me off. I doubled over, gripping the countertop. "Please, Leo. I'm scared."

Finally, he sighed and grabbed his keys. "Fine. Let me just grab your insurance card."

As we rushed toward the door, his phone rang. The screen lit up with Wynter's name.

"Leo," her voice was breathless, panicked. "I've been in an accident. I need you."

I watched his face change—the concern that had been missing for me suddenly appeared. "Are you hurt?" he asked her.

"Just a fender bender," she said, her voice trembling perfectly. "But I'm shaking so badly. I can't drive. No one else will answer their phone."

I tugged at his sleeve. "Leo, please. The baby—"

He held up a finger to silence me, still talking to Wynter. "Where are you?"

"Outside the office. I was coming to pick up some files when it happened."

Another pain ripped through me. I doubled over, sobbing. "Leo, we need to go. Now."

He covered the phone with his hand. "Wynter has no one else, Eden. You heard her."

"What about me?" I pleaded. "What about our baby?"

He rolled his eyes. "Call a cab. Take an Uber. Wynter needs me now."

Before I could respond, he was out the door, leaving me alone in our driveway, clutching my belly as tears streamed down my face.

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The Uber ride to the hospital passed in a blur of pain and fear. I gripped my phone, scrolling through pregnancy forums about abdominal pain, each post more terrifying than the last.

"Please be okay," I whispered to my belly. "Please, baby. Mommy's so sorry."

The hospital's fluorescent lights were harsh against my tear-stained face as I limped through the emergency entrance. I needed to get to the OBGYN triage area, but another contraction stopped me in the main waiting room.

I leaned against a column, breathing through the pain, when I heard a familiar laugh.

Leo.

I froze, then slowly turned toward the sound.

There he was, my husband, wrapping his own coat around Wynter's shoulders. She was sitting in a chair, perfectly composed except for a small smudge of dirt on her cheek. Her makeup was flawless, her hair untouched.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Leo asked tenderly, his hand lingering on her shoulder. "We can still get you checked out."

"I'm fine," she smiled up at him. "Just shaken up. You're so sweet to come so quickly."

Something inside me snapped. I pushed away from the column and approached them, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage and pain.

They both looked up, startled. Wynter's eyes widened with mock surprise, while Leo's face hardened.

"Eden," he said coldly. "What are you doing here?"

"Leo, you left me," I choked out, another contraction building. "You left me when I needed you most."

Before Leo could respond, a familiar figure stepped between us. Hank Watson, Leo's coworker, adjusted his glasses nervously.

"Hey, Eden," he said, avoiding my eyes. "I was actually with Wynter when it happened. The accident."

I blinked in confusion. "What?"

"Yeah," Hank continued, clearly uncomfortable. "I was in the passenger seat. Called Leo because I was too shaken up to deal with the insurance stuff."

Leo's face changed instantly. He stepped toward me, aggressive now. "See? I told you. Wynter needed help."

"But I needed you," I whispered, another contraction making me double over.

"Eden," Leo's voice rose, drawing stares from hospital staff. "Your jealousy is insane. Look at Wynter—she's been through an accident. The least you can do is apologize."

I looked at Wynter, who had the audacity to look wounded. Then at Leo, whose eyes dared me to challenge him in public.

Hank shifted uncomfortably beside us, refusing to meet my gaze.

My hands trembled as I twisted my wedding ring. The pain in my belly intensified, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

"I'm sorry," I forced out, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

Wynter smiled triumphantly. Leo nodded, satisfied.

As I stood there, humiliated and alone among strangers, I realized with crystal clarity that I was apologizing for the last time.