Husband's Lies, Mistress's Son

th. Pregnant. My hand, almost unconsciously, went to my abdom

sion-they all swirled into a nauseating cocktail. How could this be? After

at a renowned private clinic across town, one known for its celebrity clients and iro

sat, my mind a storm of conflicting emotions, trying

d a juice box in his hand. Before I could react, he squeezed it, and a stream of sticky or

othering people?" His tone was mild, a mere ripple on the surface of his composure. He glance

devoid of emotion. I moved to leave, to escap

voice low but clear. "My son, Leo, just a quick chec

a shard of glass ripping through me. My hand flew to my belly, a protective, despera

he nearest restroom, barely making it to the sink before I retched. It wasn't just the morn

n her eyes. "Lost your lunch, Elenora?" she purred, her voice a cruel whisper. "Must be the stress. Or perha

about the baby. The implication was horrifying. Had she

er," I whispere

ine. Leo is his only legacy. You have nothing." She leaned closer, her eyes b

hing," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "I decide my future now." I walked past her, my head

Daddy says he doesn't want your baby, ugly lady!" The words, coached and

est, swallowing everything. There was no future for this chil

egnancy. And then, I wou

"I want half of everything," I stated, my voice flat, devoid

pression grim. "He w

er office. Arthur. The caller ID gl

s voice falsely bright. "Sorry I'm late.

my tone flat en

rprise. Just the two of us. To make up for everything." He

ed, a bitter, hollow l

ething nice. I'll p

y," I said, e

Not a clue. He thought he was orchestrating a g

ld change. And he would