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Her voice sounded urgent like something had transpired. “Trisha, talk to me, are you fine?” “Yes I am okay but sweetheart, you need to come home and divorce that cheater of a husband you are married to.” “Please talk to me and stop beating around the bush.” There is no way Pharrell will cheat on me, he already apologized that he will never do it again. “Your husband has a mistress and it seems she is pregnant with his child, I will send you the clips.” The phone fell off my hands as she kept calling my name.

I don't know whose child this is, but it definitely can't be mine. "When I found out she was pregnant, I gave her two million to get rid of the child. I never expected her to use the kid to lie to two men!" He glared at Gina fiercely, his tone full of resentment. "Gina is famous in our circles for being promiscuous. If you don't believe me, Mr. Sterling, you can ask around." Sebastian's face was terrifyingly dark. He did not expect Gina to be entangled with other men while married to him and to frame him with another man's child.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

Fuck it! "Look, don't be so sure. We don't know if that is mine or you are trying to frame me. I am not stupid," I said to her. I've seen a movie where the mistress acts like she is pregnant because she wants to keep that man close to her and never leave her. That's why she acts like she is pregnant.

I sent evidence of my husband Jerome Maslow's affair to the family group chat. The chat fell silent, though private messages began pouring in nonstop. I ignored them, turned off my phone, and headed to work. Jerome's mistress was Audrey Norton, a young streamer our company had just signed last month. When I arrived, she was mid-livestream, energetically twirling around in a short skirt and high heels. I signaled the room controller to pause the live stream. Once the microphones were off, I finally spoke.

Chapter 1 : My Infertile Husband Has A Pregnant Mistress Emily’s POV My husband and his ex-fiancée were having sex on our fifth wedding anniversary. The words rang in my mind like a death knell as I stared at the video on my phone. My breath hitched, my vision blurred, but I couldn’t look away. I should have stopped watching—closed the screen, thrown the phone across the room—but my fingers stayed frozen, my heart betraying me with every beat.

Creed I did a little research on my wife after our parents married us together. The media popularly knew her as the Goddess of the streets. I bet she was deep in the streets to earn that name, but that's none of my business. I am only going to use her family's resources to get what I want. I arrived at the hospital as soon as my dad ordered me. I will forever detest him for all he has done to me. Three months ago "Your wife is six months pregnant," my assistant informed me in the quarters they locked in me, on my father's orders.

Mark answered the call and put it on speaker. Megan’s crying filled the room at once. “Mark, please help me. Your men came to the apartment. They said I have to leave tonight. They won’t even let me take the things from the estate. I’m pregnant. You can’t do this to me.” Mark did not look at the phone. He looked at me. “Megan,” he said, his voice flat, “I know about the drug.” The crying stopped.

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.