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His Mistress Was Pregnant,But Not by Him
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My husband's sperm was practically useless, but he was desperate for a child. So I gritted my teeth and went through round after round of IVF with him. Three years later, we finally had our first succ...
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第1章
My husband's sperm was practically useless, but he was desperate for a child.
So I gritted my teeth and went through round after round of IVF with him.
Three years later, we finally had our first successful embryo.
I rushed to tell him the good news, only to find him spinning his childhood friend around in his arms.
When he saw me, he didn't flinch. Instead, he pulled her in front of me like he was presenting a trophy.
“Babe, Nora Brennan's pregnant. It's my kid! Mine!”
“I'd like to see anyone call me a failure now!”
I couldn't stop myself from cutting in：
“You cheated on me? And got her pregnant?”
He blinked, caught off guard for a second：
“What do you mean, 'got her pregnant'? This is a gift from God! There's no way I'm letting my son be some illegitimate kid!”
“It's not like we can't afford to take care of her and the baby, right?”
He must have forgotten. We signed a prenup.
And cheating comes with a price.
——
“Let me see the pregnancy report.”
James didn't think twice. He handed it over, practically vibrating with excitement：
“Babe, look at this HCG level! The doctor said the higher the numbers are early on, the healthier the baby is! Might even be a boy!”
One glance was all it took. The pregnancy was solid.
Not like my first three, which had ended before they'd barely begun.
I took a photo of the report and sent it to Belinda, my best friend and a doctor, asking her what the odds were that James could get someone pregnant naturally.
While I waited for her reply, I opened the camera on my phone and hit record.
James assumed I wanted to capture the momentous occasion.
He pulled Nora close without a shred of shame and flashed a peace sign at my lens：
“Babe, am I amazing or what? Nora and I already talked it out. Once the baby's born, it's yours to raise!”
“You should be thanking us for making you a mom the painless way!”
Painless.
Then what were the five hundred injections I'd endured over the past three years?
The man who used to watch me turn white from pain, who jabbed himself with a needle out of guilt and swore he wanted to feel what I felt, split apart from the James Gilbert standing in front of me now, like they had never been the same person.
I tugged at the corner of my mouth and let the sarcasm drip：
“You're right. I really should thank you!”
Thank you for cheating when the company was at its peak.
That way, the divorce would pay out beautifully.
To squeeze out more evidence of his affair, I kept going：
“This baby. You two must have been trying for a while, huh?”
James hated having his prowess questioned. He held up one finger, smug as ever：
“First try. Impressed?”
Nora swatted at him with a coy pout：
“James, stop it! She's your wife, not a stranger. No need to brag. You know you wore me out plenty of times!”
“The worst was our first night together. I couldn't get out of bed for three days. And because you were taking care of me, you missed your wife's birthday……”
So that was it. When he told me he was on a business trip overseas and couldn't make it back for my birthday, the "business trip" had been to her bed.
Nora reached out, her fingertip grazing my earlobe with deliberate slowness：
“These earrings really suit you.”
My eyes locked onto the hand she left dangling in the air on purpose. The pink diamond on her finger glared under the light.
When James came back and tried to make up for my birthday, he found out I'd been hit by a car and hospitalized that day.
All thirty-three calls I'd made to him had gone unanswered.
Drowning in guilt, he gave me a pair of chip-diamond earrings as an apology.
I picked a fight, telling him his apology meant nothing when the gift wasn't even a matching set.
He rolled up his pant leg and showed me his bruised, swollen knees：
“Babe, you can't blame me! I got on my knees for these earrings!”
He told me he'd offended the wrong people trying to get his hands on a pink diamond for my birthday.
In the end, he'd knelt all night and only managed to walk away with the scraps.
I believed him.
And technically, he hadn't lied.
第2章
He'd given the main stone to Nora Brennan, got down on his knees to pamper her, then tossed me the leftover chips like charity.
My chest seized before I could stop it.
I took out the earrings and dropped them into the trash.
James's smile froze. His brows drew together as he snapped at me：
“That was your birthday present! You're just going to throw it away?”
I pulled my gaze away from Nora's hand and said flatly：
“I don't want someone else's leftovers.”
There was no panic on his face at being caught in a lie. He just shot Nora a look of mild annoyance：
“What's between you and me, don't go telling outsiders.”
Right. I was the outsider.
Nora didn't miss the bleakness in my eyes. She slipped the pink diamond off her finger and pressed it toward me on purpose.
“Madge, I'm so sorry!”
I didn't take it. The ring hit the floor.
Nora burst into tears on cue, the picture of wounded innocence：
“James, what do I do? She won't forgive me……”
Then, as if a thought had just struck her, she rummaged through her purse and pulled out a black card：
“James gave me this unlimited black card as a reward for getting pregnant. You want diamonds? Go ahead and swipe it, buy as many as you like!”
She stood there with the ease of a woman who already owned this house, graciously offering me her apology.
My hand slid into my bag on its own and closed around my supplementary card, fingers white-knuckled.
James had given it to me after I lost three babies and his tests came back showing the problem was his. Compensation.
Five thousand dollars a month. That was the limit.
And Nora, barely pregnant, already had an unlimited black card.
So his love for me had always come with a price tag.
I pulled my hand out of my bag.
I wanted to give the card back to James. It had never really been mine.
But he slapped my half-open hand away, his face cold.
“Madge!”
“Haven't I given you enough nice things? How can you have the nerve to fight Nora for hers?”
The glass behind him caught my reflection.
The woman in it wore nothing on her ears, her neck, her wrists, her fingers. Bare.
Because every piece of jewelry he'd ever given me had been sold the year before to fund his company's expansion.
He'd held me tight back then, swearing he'd repay me ten times over, a hundred times over, once the money rolled in.
The ring, he'd said, would be at least a one-carat pink diamond.
He landed the deal. And the first pink diamond he bought went to his childhood sweetheart.
He bent down and picked the ring up off the floor.
Carefully wiped it clean with a wet cloth, then placed it back on Nora's finger with a tenderness that bordered on reverence.
More tenderness than the day he'd proposed to me.
“Nora, what I give you stays yours. Don't ever give it to someone else.”
He turned to me, his eyes cold, the warning in them unmistakable.
I raised my hand and flung the supplementary card into James's face.
He went still for a second. Then it registered that I'd been reaching for the card in my bag, not for Nora's black card, and his expression turned awkward：
“I… I didn't know you were……”
Only in that moment did a flicker of guilt cross his face.
He handed the card back to me and changed the limit on his phone right in front of me.
From five thousand to ten.
“If that's not enough, come ask me for more.”
A cold laugh slipped out of me before I could help it.
His guilt had never been worth much.
James seemed to realize that himself. He lifted his phone to raise the limit again, but Nora looped her arm through his and cut in with a pout：
“James, I don't want the black card.”
“Having this baby for you two is just me repaying a debt. I don't want to make Madge unhappy.”
The words visibly moved James. His eyes went red：
“A gift I've given stays given. I'm not taking it back.”
Only then did Nora reluctantly accept the card.
“James, let me go tidy up the couch. If the staff see it later, they'll tease me again and make me buy everyone boba!”
My heart, already numb, clenched without warning.
第3章
No wonder the employees had been shouting ‘Mrs. Gilbert is here!’ every time I showed up at the company lately.
They weren't welcoming me. They were tipping James off.
All those years of building this company together, and our bond couldn't compete with a cup of boba Nora bought the staff.
But I couldn't blame them. James set the tone, and everyone else followed his lead.
I'd stepped away from management long ago to focus on IVF.
If only I hadn't……
My phone buzzed.
A reply from my best friend, Belinda Simmons：
【Actually, the sperm your husband provided two months ago was all dead. Natural conception is impossible.】
【I was afraid you two couldn't handle it, so I've been keeping it from you.】
Things just got interesting.
The next second, we both received a system notification from the hospital.
【Mr. Gilbert / Ms. Rowe, your embryo transfer is scheduled for 3:00 PM today. Please arrive 15 minutes early.】
James glanced at it once and let out a contemptuous scoff.
The look he gave me was laced with disappointment.
“Nora was right. You've been refusing to have my baby because you're afraid of the pain and losing your figure. Peter, you even conspired with Belinda to make the IVF fail every single time!”
“Now that Nora's pregnant, you're finally willing to let the procedure succeed after three years of sabotage!”
“But I. Don't. Need. It. Anymore!”
The moment the words left his mouth, he called the hospital：
“Cancel the embryo transfer for Madge Rowe this afternoon. Her frozen eggs and embryos can be thrown out.”
Meeting the smile in James's eyes, cold and completely devoid of warmth, I finally understood. He'd confessed to the affair and the baby on purpose. This was punishment for not giving him a child.
That was what I thought, and that was exactly what I asked him.
He nodded, a thin smile on his lips：
“But I'm generous. For old times' sake, I won't divorce you. If you know what's good for you, you should learn a thing or two from Nora!”
Learn what?
Learn how to be a shameless mistress?
Learn how to pass off another man's baby as his?
The doctor on the other end of the line, having heard our entire exchange, sounded visibly uncomfortable.
But he still asked to confirm with me directly.
I swallowed the nausea and the grief rising in my chest and answered the doctor：
“You heard him. Toss them in the trash.”
James saw the mocking curve on my face and something flickered behind his eyes. Unease.
When he spoke, it came out as a demand：
“You'd really throw them away? Just like that?”
“Why wouldn't I?”
That flicker of unease hardened into anger.
I had no interest in analyzing why he was angry. I turned to leave for the lawyer's office.
He grabbed my arm and pressed the intercom：
“Bring the things in for my wife.”
Peter Sullivan pushed through the door, one hand hidden behind his back, head bowed, unable to look at me.
“Mr. Gilbert, maybe I should just do it myself……”
James clicked his tongue in irritation：
“Nora doesn't like other men touching her things. My wife's always been good at this sort of task.”
He shoved me into the private lounge, then pulled Nora aside and sat her down.
“You're pregnant now. You need to rest!”
Then he turned, took whatever Peter was holding, and dumped it into my arms：
“I've got a meeting. Change the sheets and take the old ones home to wash.”
I looked down at the sheets in my arms, then at the wrecked sofa bed, its covers twisted and tangled. My heart sank like a plum dropped into ice water, sour and bitter all at once.
That bed meant something to James and me.
When we first started the company, we shared a basement apartment barely a hundred square feet. The most valuable thing we owned was that sofa bed, the one we sat on by day and slept on at night.
Our first three babies were conceived on that bed.
But because of his sperm quality, none of them survived.
Later, when the money came and we could afford a real house, he still refused to get rid of it.
He'd carried it up to the office lounge himself.
第4章
He used to say that whenever he was tired, all he had to do was lie down on this couch and every memory of our life together would come flooding back.
He wouldn't even let his own mother sit on it.
But now, he and Nora had been tangled up on it together.
And he wanted me to deal with the dirty sheets.
Because I was good at it.
When he saw me standing there frozen, he urged：
“Nora's a neat freak. She can't stand the smell.”
The lingering scent hit me before it could fully dissipate, and my stomach turned.
“James, what exactly do you think I am?”
He paused mid-step and answered without a shred of shame：
“My wife, obviously!”
I hurled the sheets at his face.
Then I sent the prenup and the video of him admitting to the affair straight to my lawyer.
“James, I want a divorce!”
He frowned and sighed, then started changing the sheets himself.
“This divorce talk is getting old.”
A man who couldn't figure out a fitted sheet at home had the sofa bed re-made in minutes.
More practiced than I'd ever been.
“Oh, right. I signed you up for a premium nanny training course so you can take care of Nora through the birth!”
“Don't let me down.”
So that was why he wouldn't agree to a divorce. He wanted a free servant.
I was speechless, but he was already heading for the conference room.
Peter caught up with him, his voice low and worried：
“Mr. Gilbert, treating your wife this way, what if she makes a scene?”
“A scene?”
“She'd rather take hundreds of injections than give me a child. What right does she have to make a scene?”
“Besides, a woman who refuses to have kids? Without me, who'd want her?”
His voice was pitched just right, loud enough for every employee nearby to hear.
The looks they gave me ranged from contempt to amusement to pity……
Nora sidled up to me, oozing fake concern：
“Madge, James still remembers everything you went through for him. Why not quit while you're ahead?”
Oh, he remembered what I'd endured, all right.
He was punishing me for it.
I ignored Nora and walked to the print room.
She trailed behind me and caught sight of the words DIVORCE AGREEMENT. Shock and delight flickered across her face.
Two seconds of reading, and her voice dropped to a hiss：
“Madge Rowe! What makes you think you can force James to leave with nothing?”
“His affair. That's what.”
A sharp crack echoed through the room.
Nora slapped herself across the face, twice, and in the process knocked over a bottle of red ink.
Then she dropped to the floor, sitting in the spreading pool of crimson：
“You won't even give James a child! You're the one who should leave with nothing! If I weren't so generous, you'd never have been Mrs. Gilbert in the first place!”
Generous. Again.
She and James really were a perfect match.
The next second, she scrambled out of the print room on her hands and knees, face twisted in terror, and screamed：
“Madge, I already agreed to terminate the pregnancy! Why are you still hitting me?”
Her screams brought James running.
He took one look at Nora's wrecked state, then rounded on me, roaring：
“Madge Rowe! I trusted you, and you lay hands on Nora and my son?”
Nora clutched her stomach, tears streaming down her face：
“James, it's my fault for being so naive. I thought Madge was just afraid of the pain and didn't want to have a baby herself, so I offered to carry one for her as a way of repaying her kindness. I never imagined she'd use it as an excuse to make you leave with nothing……”
“I told her that marriage means something, that she shouldn't let me come between you two, and she slapped me and said the bastard in my belly deserved to die……”
I'd expected Nora to pull something. My phone had been recording the whole time.
I was about to show James the video when he saw the words "leaving with nothing" on the divorce agreement and backhanded me across the face.
My phone hit the floor and the screen went black.
“If I didn't want to give you a painless path to motherhood, I'd have kept Nora and the baby hidden from you forever!”
第5章
“I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me?”
He was the one who wanted a child. Now somehow he'd spun it into a favor he was doing for me.
Even telling me to my face, openly punishing me, counted as sincerity in his mind.
What a joke.
I swallowed the blood pooling in my mouth and slapped him right back.
James flinched from the sting and shoved me away.
The back of my skull cracked against the fire extinguisher mount.
A warm rush spilled out, dripping down.
It mixed with the red ink on the floor until you couldn't tell which was redder.
James didn't spare me a glance. He rushed to check on Nora：
“Nora, are you okay?”
My vision kept going black, everything blurring at the edges.
But I could still make out the two of them, examining each other for injuries.
“James, this is all my fault……”
Nora dabbed at the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth with one hand and turned to cry at me with the other：
“Madge, I promise I'll get rid of the baby right away!”
“Just please don't divorce him! Stop fighting with him!”
James looked deeply moved. He softened his voice to comfort her：
“If she wants a divorce, fine. But our child is not being touched.”
He turned to me, his eyes frozen over：
“Madge, you really can't stand to let Nora and her child exist?”
The pain wrung tears from my eyes before I could stop them.
He mistook them for surrender.
The ice in his gaze thawed.
He crouched down, wiped my tears, and reached out to pull me up.
But I couldn't get my legs under me.
His hand went rigid. Disappointment flooded his face, and he flung my hand away：
“Keep this up and there's really nothing left to say.”
I couldn't form words. I reached back and touched the base of my skull.
My palm came away solid red, and the color drained from his face：
“Quick! Get the first aid kit! Call 911!”
But Nora stopped him. She half-knelt beside me and started wiping the blood from my hand.
“James, don't panic! It's just ink……”
One touch was all it took for her to realize something was wrong.
But she didn't stop.
The tears came even faster, as if I were deliberately making her wait on me.
I yanked my hand free in disgust. She used the momentum to topple backward.
Both hands clutched her stomach, her face going white in an instant：
“Ah! My stomach……it hurts……”
James panicked on the spot, scooped her up, and headed for the hospital.
A spike of pain shot through my skull. I grabbed his pant leg on instinct：
“Take me to the hospi……”
“Peter, take her to the hospital!”
I thought he'd finally noticed I was hurt. Relief loosened something in me, and consciousness slipped away.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in the hospital.
James sat at the bedside, lightly brushing the gauze on my head. His voice was flat：
“You nearly beat Nora into a miscarriage. You can apologize by giving up your title as my wife. Then we're even.”
“I hurt you, but I also made it so you get to be a mother right away. So we're even on that too.”
I stared at him, stunned.
James pulled out the divorce papers and explained：
“The embryo in your belly has nothing to do with me. That makes it the same as if you cheated. Once Nora gives birth, we'll remarry.”
“But the child you're carrying has to be terminated at six months.”
I looked at the clause requiring the wife to leave with nothing, and my whole body went cold.
“James Gilbert, you bastard!”
“You'd do this to me over someone else's kid?”
He pressed the nurse call button and summoned a doctor instead of answering.
He held out a card：
“Book me the best doctor in this hospital. Make sure the child is terminated at six months. Do as little damage to her body as possible.”
The doctor frowned, pushed the card back, and snapped：
“Absolutely not.”
“Wasn't it enough that you got Dr. Chavez disciplined? Now you want to take me down too?”
“If it weren't for the fact that your dead sperm syndrome makes you completely infertile, Dr. Chavez would never have broken medical ethics to implant that embryo in your wife!”