I Carry the Child of My Husband and His Mistress

room, but her presence seeped into every corner of the house. My sanctuar

ckers that were the only things that soothed my morning sickness. They were gone. In their place

e table, scroll

hing?" she asked w

And the c

t. I threw it out. The doctor said you need more calcium and folic acid.

wants. The baby's health. She was positioning herself as th

a fact Mark knew better than anyone. One evening, Chloe prepared a beautiful shrimp sca

he said, her eyes wide. "You should have some,

er, just sighed. "Sarah, don't be

om doorway, watching me with a look of detached concern. "You seem to be having

and powerless. I wanted to fight, to scream, to throw her out of my house, but I barely had the energy to get out

begin. He' d kiss my forehead, his lips cool and brie

d ask, placing a hand on my stomach. His to

an I married. One evening, he came into the bedroom

swollen," he said

eet. His touch was firm and confident. For a crazy, desperate

thing's going to be okay.

e living room downstairs. Chloe was on the sofa, bathed in the warm glow of a lamp, reading a book. She

, then the low murmur of their voices. A moment

host in my own life, watching my husband build a new family with another woman, right in front of my eyes. He was pl

ng. He wasn't just cheating

phone lit up with a message. It was from Chloe. I knew

that he can't wait for the baby to be born. H

od ran

sage was the

is protected, no matter what. And to start the paperwork. He's going to file for divorce t

ed into my mind. He wasn't just going to take