My Husband’s Pregnant Mistress Is Also His Fated

The moment I step into the hall, the room goes silent.

Not completely. Music still plays. Glasses still clink. Laughter floats somewhere in the distance.

I know, instantly, that something is wrong.

My heels click against the shiny floor, and every step feels heavier than the last. My chest tightens, though I force my shoulders back. I smile the way a well-trained wife is supposed to smile. Calm. Elegant. Untouched by disaster.

But the eyes that slide toward me are full of whispers.

Aria’s here.

Poor thing.

My hands shake. I lace them together behind my back so no one sees.

Then I see him.

Damon.

My husband.

He stands near the middle of the room, tall, strong, with that sharp jaw and cold, careful expression the world has always called “controlled.” I know better. Damon controls nothing when it comes to his senses. He hides them. He cages them. And sometimes… they break free.

Tonight, he doesn’t move when he sees me.

He just stares.

I search his eyes for somethingguilt, relief, anger, anythingbut he gives me nothing.

Then I see her.

Sera.

The woman every story tonight swirls around.

She stands too close to him. Her hand rests lightly on his arm as if it belongs there. Her long dark hair falls over her shoulder in a way that feels deliberate, almost mocking. Her red lips curve into something between a smile and a warning.

And Damon’s hand

It rests on her lower stomach.

Soft. Protective.

My heart stops.

My breath stutters.

My world, the one I spent years holding together, cracks right beneath my feet.

I force myself forward. One step. Then another. My legs feel wooden, but I keep going.

I can’t stop here. Not in front of these people. Not with all these eyes.

When I reach them, Sera is the first to speak.

Her voice is soft, almost sweet, but her eyes glint like a blade.

“Aria,” she says. “What a surprise.”

Surprise?

He didn’t wait for me.

He didn’t even text.

I lift my chin and meet her eyes. “Sera.”

Her smile spreads. “You look lovely. Although… you must be tired. You came alone?”

There it is. The first strike.

I don’t give her the win. “I’m fine.”

Damon finally talks. His voice is low. Controlled. Too controlled.

“Aria,” he says. “We didn’t expect you yet.”

“We?”

Sera’s fingers tighten on his arm.

My stomach twists.

Damon clears his throat. “There was something I needed to take care of. I didn’t think”

He stops.

He doesn’t finish.

Because he has no answer that won’t cut me open.

I stare at his hand on Sera’s stomach.

And I understand.

I understand too well.

I steady my voice. “You didn’t introduce her.”

Damon freezes.

Sera tilts her head, amused. “Oh, Damon. You didn’t?”

His jaw tightens. “Sera is”

He hesitates.

My heart pounds so loudly I almost don’t hear the next words.

“She’s… important.”

I laughed once. A sharp, humorless sound. “Important? That’s what we’re calling it?”

Sera smooths a hand over her dress. Her moves are graceful, thoughtful.

“He’s being modest,” she says. “We’re very close.”

Then she glances at Damon with a look that feels too personal, too confident.

Something inside me twists. Breaks. Heat rushes to my face, but I swallow it down.

I won’t let them see me fall.

“Close?” I repeat softly. “How close?”

Sera laughs. “Close enough.”

I take a slow breath. “Damon?”

His eyes flicker. “Aria. Not here.”

“Not here?”

The quiet that follows is sharp.

Sera moves closer to Damon, her words a whisper but loud enough for me to hear.

“She deserves honesty.”

Honesty.

Damon exhales, and his hand slides from her stomach to his side. For a moment, hope stirs inside mea stupid, frail hope.

But then Sera shifts, and I see it.

A faint glow.

Soft. Silver.

It flashes once. Twice.

My blood runs cold.

No.

Sera sees my face and smiles.

“Oh,” she whispers. “You saw it.”

I swallow. “Saw… what?”

Damon steps forward, his words strained. “Aria. Please. Not here.”

The glow fades, leaving only smooth skin.

But I know what I saw.

A mark.

A bond.

A sign no wife should ever see on another woman.

My heart beats too fast. Too loud. I feel light-headed.

Sera’s voice turns soft, but her words hit like knives.

“Damon didn’t tell you, did he?”

Tell me what?

My lips part. “What are you talking about?”

Sera touches her stomach again. Damon reaches as if to stop her, but she steps away from him.

“It’s strange,” she says. “I thought he would have told you by now. I mean… it affects you too.”

Damon’s voice is rough. “Sera.”

She ignores him.

Her eyes lock on mine.

“Aria,” she says softly. “I’m pregnant.”

The world narrows.

I hear the music. I hear the whispers. But everything feels faraway, muffled.

I say, “You’re lying.”

Sera shakes her head. “I wish I were.”

My hands feel numb. My legs feel weak.

I turn to Damon. “Say something.”

He closes his eyes.

And that is my answer.