Husband's Lies, Mistress's Son

gging my curves, a stark contrast to the pale, fragile woman I had been. My hair, usually pulled back in a neat bun, cascaded in loose,

, a genuine admiration in his voice. "You look... incredi

r," I said, my vo

and perfectly, his hand lightly on my back, his smiles charming, his eyes scanning for important faces. He basked in

liment, every congratulatory handshake, felt like a j

moment we've all been waiting for! The recipient of this year's pres

s the stage, a practiced smile on my face.

He burst onto the stage, a tiny whirlwind of chaos. He ran

ing through the stunned silence of the ballroom. "She tries to

in, from the front row, rushed forward, feigning distress. "Oh, Leo, darling, you

dult rage. "Give me your prize, ugly lady! It's mine! Daddy says I'm th

ove the rising clamor. My heart was pounding, a sick

ands grabbing at my fingers. I held on tight

in shot through me. I cried out, instinctively pulling my

houting. Leo, seeing his chance, kicked me

de me. He pushed me aside, roughly, as if I were a mere obstacle. His eyes,

"Are you okay, champ? Did she hurt you?" He glared

thing compared to the searing ache in my chest. He h

playing on her lips. She leaned in, her voice a poisonous whisper i

leaving me shattered and exposed on the stage. As they disappeared, Leo craned his neck, sticking out h

pread through my lower abdomen. A sickening warmth blossomed betw

s couldn't

autiful, elegant ballroom spun around me. The golden b

baby. The one

t. A despair so profound, so absolu

d knew not