My Husband's Mistress Invited Me To Coffee After Getting Pregnant Novels & Stories

"You’re lying to me, aren’t you? Evelyn, you’re just mad at me for leaving, right? I can explain everything. Asher is just a child, and he was really sick. "When I took him to the hospital, the doctor said if we had waited any longer, his fever could have caused brain damage. "I saw that his mother was struggling to take care of him alone, so I stayed to help." As he spoke, Jacob reached out to hold me, but I pushed him away. I had lost my child, while my husband had been by another woman’s side, taking care of her son. How could I ever accept that? Moreover, that woman and child were his mistress and illegitimate son.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

Author’s POV Javier, who had been busy with his laptop, immediately shut it down upon hearing his wife’s shocking revelation. How could he possibly have a mistress when his mind, heart, and even his entire soul were devoted solely to Camila? In fact, Javier was so swamped with a mountain of work that he didn’t even have time to think about cheating. He understood perfectly well that ever since his wife had become pregnant again, Camila’s hormones had been fluctuating unpredictably—sometimes she became very clingy, other times her behavior was downright annoying.

She was the kind of person who cried when being shouted at, which imperceptibly made her look weak. Seeing that Peace wasn't speaking, Briana yelled loudly in front of all of her colleagues. "My fiancé and I have known each other for many years and we were about to get married. Unexpectedly, while my fiancé was on a mission in the frontlines, this mistress tried to get close to him and did everything she could to sleep with him. Then, she got pregnant with his child and used it as an excuse to force him to marry her! If you're not considered a mistress, what kind of person would be considered a mistress?!"

I screamed, but my words came out barely audible. Velon frowned and walked up to me. He extended his foot and pushed me down. "I've told you times without numbers to knock before you open my room's door! Has your barrenness also made you deaf?!" Alicia watched the scene before her with relish. She too got off the bed, wore something to cover her nudeness then walked over to my fallen figure. "Tell her honey." She spoke dotingly. I opened my eyes at that moment to see my husband nod his head. "Alicia is pregnant with my son. She's three months pregnant. Apparently, I can't let my biological son's mother be a mistress, so we'd need to have a divorce."

I wanted to scream to her at the moment that I wasn't barren. I wanted to tell her that I was carrying Levi's heir at the moment and watch the colors drain from her eyes. But I couldn't. I couldn't even bring myself to talk. No one would believe me anyway. I couldn't get pregnant earlier in my marriage because of the accident I had. The entire pack expected an heir and were slowly losing faith in me. I had prayed to the moon goddess for a child. I finally got pregnant, only for my husband to divorce me and shove his mistress in my face.

My mind raced as I slowly stirred my cup of cappuccino. My husband, Patrick Walker, and I had been married for five years. It was ironic that in the past five years, no matter how hard we had tried, I had never been able to conceive. However, the one time that we did it when he had been drunk two months back, it had done the job. It was an unexpected surprise that I had just found out about half an hour ago. The ultrasound report from the prenatal checkup was still in my bag, and I hadn't yet had the chance to break the news to Patrick. Lucille, however, had given me an even bigger surprise.

I was already eight months pregnant and every time I did satisfy him, I had medical problems afterwards. It was gross enough that he was sleeping around, but to put me at that risk. I guess he didn't care. Some say maybe it's a s** demon. I spent my entire pregnancy sharing my husband with his mistress. He claimed they where just friends but I knew better. A year later, I really thought he would change after our son. I still had medical problems after pleading him. I know if I didn't, then I had no problems. I tried to keep him, I really tried so hard to satisfy him so that he would not to elsewhere.

I never got pregnant. It frustrated my husband, and he didn’t hesitate to show it. I got hit, kicked, and spat on. I had heard every demeaning name a man could give to a lowly female. I took it all. But I didn’t stop making that herb potion, and I didn’t stop drinking it. Eventually, he grew tired of waiting and took in women as his mistresses. They came, one after the other. If, after a month, they could not get pregnant, they were cast out, and another one would come.

The next day, Wilson smiled brightly as he booked a hotel and threw a massive celebration. He was over the moon, telling anyone who would listen about his upcoming fatherhood. I watched him, so full of joy, and decided to let bygones be bygones, thinking maybe that was the start of our happily ever after. However, then, after the party, his mistress found out I was pregnant and pegged me as the homewrecker. It turned out that Wilson's other woman was a reporter.