My Husband's Mistress Is Pregnant With Another Man's Child

I had thought that a childless marriage could be just as blissful until the woman with her protruding belly stood before me.

My husband, my childhood sweetheart, said, "I just need a child!" His arm was around her, his eyes filled with happiness.

I thought to myself, "You got cuckolded, didn't you? There's no way that could be your kid!

After all, come on! The infertility issue isn't with me; it's with you!"

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"This is just an accident, but what can I do now she's pregnant?" Jaxton said, his frustration palpable as he puffed on a cigarette, his brow furrowed in irritation.

I stood there, stunned, as he continued, his voice growing more strained, "Look, this situation is what it is. She's not going to affect us. I... I need a child."

His voice trailed off, faltering under the weight of his admission.

I felt a rush of indignation, thinking, "A child? But we'd already agreed on being childfree! You promised me you only needed me for the rest of your life!"

A wave of questions and grievances surged within me, but I was at a loss for words. My instinct was to run, yet I suddenly realized that Jaxton had always been my refuge.

I'd always been weak, and Jaxton had disciplined me many times for it.

Yet each time, I would end up snuggling into his embrace, whispering with a smile, "But I still have you, right?"

At those words, Jaxton would tighten his hold on me, resting his head on mine with a mixture of resignation and affection. "I just can't win with you."

It was baffling how I couldn't reconcile the person in front of me with the Jaxton I knew.

I understood that people changed, but how could it be so unrecognizable?

"Louisa, here's the deal. Once the baby is born, I'll give her a sum of money and send her abroad, okay?" Jaxton said, gripping my shoulders with a look of impatience that felt like a sharp sting.

His gaze made me feel like I was the unreasonable one.

I pushed him away with a forceful shove, and with a look of cold determination, I slapped him hard.

Jaxton stood there, stunned, as if he couldn't believe I'd react this way. It was out of character for me, the usually mildmannered one.

"Louisa! You..."

Without a word, I gave him another sharp slap, my eyes cold and unfeeling.

"Jaxton, you're disgusting. Let's get a divorce."

Jaxton and I had grown up as childhood friends, living across the hall from each other.

We attended the same elementary, middle, and high schools and even ended up at the same university. Jaxton had sacrificed his chance to attend a better school just to be with me, which made his mother resent me deeply.

I never expected Jaxton to go to such lengths for me. I even watched him carefully when it came time to choose his major and was surprised when he changed his plans on a whim.

When I approached him with tearfilled eyes, he just laughed it off, pulling me into his arms with a carefree smile. "With your sweet nature, how could I trust you won't be bullied if I'm not around? I can't risk it."

He gently wiped my tears away, his youthful warmth enveloping me. He nuzzled my neck, much like a loyal dog showing affection for its owner. "Don't cry! If you want to thank me, then just marry me."

So, we spent our college years in a bubble of sweet affection. As Jaxton began to make a name for himself and start his own business, I was by his side through the ups and downs.

We didn't achieve success overnight; we failed several times and sometimes had to squeeze into tiny rooms. We couldn't afford to use the air conditioner and would huddle together for warmth, but we found comfort in each other and made light of our struggles.

Eventually, we succeeded. Jaxton became a formidable CEO, and I became the elegant first lady in his company.

Yet, fate had its own plans. During our premarital checkup, I was diagnosed with infertility.

Belinda Munoz, Jaxton's mother, stormed into our house and pleaded with me, her voice choked with emotion. "Louisa, please just let him go. I only have one child. The Munoz family line cannot end here. Please, just let Jaxton go."

"Mom, what are you doing?" Jaxton quickly followed, pulling his mother up and giving me an apologetic look. He then dragged her away.

Somehow, Jaxton managed to convince his mother, and she no longer opposed our marriage.

He even came to me later, his voice firm and serious as he said, "I will only love you in this lifetime, you're the only one I need."

I really, really believed him at that moment.

But even the most passionate feelings could fade under the wear and tear of time. Our oncefierce love gradually settled into a quiet routine.

Still, I always thought we were deeply in love with each other.

Now, it just seemed ridiculous.

At 35, Jaxton had matured, and his career was thriving. His thoughts were no longer those of an 18yearold.

He needed an heir, someone to inherit his vast wealth, a child of his own blood.

This idea, vague at first, took root in his heart.

He needed a child, and I couldn't give it to him.

So, when that woman called me, I felt a sense of inevitability.

Jaxton's infidelity wasn't without warning signs. I had noticed his strange behavior more than once, but I always comforted myself, convincing myself not to overthink it. I was just deluding myself.

But the truth was, it was never me who was infertile.

It was Jaxton.

The doctor who examined us was my friend. When she found out about Jaxton's condition, she immediately came to me, asking delicately what I thought.

Shocked and hurt, I hesitated but finally asked her to keep it a secret and create a fake report.

I was so full of Jaxton at that time, fearing the blow he might suffer if he knew the truth. So, I took the blame for being unable to bear children.

Who would have thought that people's hearts were so unpredictable?

Wiping away the tears in the corner of my eyes, I silently began packing my things.

I might have a gentle and, frankly, timid personality, but when I made up my mind about something, I always followed through.

Jaxton had crossed my line, and I would never forgive someone who betrayed me.

The door was pounded so hard it seemed like it might break. I knew who it was, but I was in no mood to deal with her. I just continued packing.

"Open up! I know you're home! Louisa, you can't be so selfish. Jaxton finally has his own flesh and blood. If you have any conscience, you shouldn't object!"

Belinda had never liked me, and when she learned of my infertility, she was even more determined to get me away from her son.

Now that she had finally gotten her wish, she wouldn't allow me to ruin the birth of her grandson.

I had tolerated her bullying in the past because I loved Jaxton. But now that love was gone, what was she to me?

Dragging my suitcase, I opened the door and saw Belinda, her face contorted with anger. Before she could speak, I interrupted her.

"I will divorce Jaxton, but he's the one who's at fault. I won't settle for less than what's mine in the property division."

Belinda clearly didn't expect me to respond like that. She stared at me for a moment before saying, "It doesn't have to be a divorce. What if it affects Jaxton's company? A man of his status, having a mistress is pretty normal. You're living off Jaxton; you shouldn't be so selfish."

I snorted, thinking, "She just doesn't get the pain until it hits her personally, huh? How can she say such shameless things?"

"First of all, I have a stake in Jaxton's company, too. I'm a shareholder and get my share every year. The money I spend is mine. Secondly, you might lack dignity and morality, but I have them.

"And lastly, I wish you and your grandson well!"

I had no intention of revealing the truth right now—at least not until after the divorce.

I wanted to see their reactions once they were emotionally invested and then hit them with the truth. That would be something to watch.

After sending Jaxton a text to meet at our old spot, I went to find my friend Rebecca Amore, the doctor who had done our premarital checkup.

I needed the original report from back then.

"What? That bastard! How low can he get? He's the one who's infertile, and his mother is just as terrible, taking what she wants and then throwing it away. She's got her mouth and ass mixed up!"

Rebecca vented, clearly furious and almost ready to take matters into her own hands against the Munoz family.

She continued, "Don't worry. I kept the original report just in case his mother caused trouble. I never imagined it would turn out like this with Jaxton."

After finally calming Rebecca down, I was about to leave when I saw Jaxton with the woman who was expecting their child.

The tenderness and happiness on his face were overwhelming. The woman's eyes were filled with love. They looked like a perfect pair.

"Louisa? What are you doing here?"

Jaxton noticed me but immediately shielded the woman behind him. "Is something wrong? Vivian, why don't you head home? I'll join you later."

Once he had seen Vivian Collins off with apparent concern, Jaxton turned to me, his voice urgent. "Louisa, I heard from Mom that you want a divorce. Don't be ridiculous! I promised you that once the baby is born, I'll give her money to go abroad, and the child will only recognize you as the mother. What's the issue?"

I could hardly believe this was the man I had loved for so many years. At this moment, I realized he had decayed completely, from the inside out—not suddenly, but gradually under the influence of wealth and power.

Perhaps Jaxton had always been like this, but now he was no longer willing to pretend otherwise.

I looked up at his eyes, which were still as striking as ever but no longer clear. They no longer held only me; now, they were filled with things I couldn't understand.

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief as the last bit of my lingering affection faded away.

"Do you think you're some kind of emperor with multiple wives, grooming an illegitimate child to inherit your throne? Do you realize how arrogant you sound? To me now, you're nothing but trash, and trash should be thrown away."

Jaxton was stunned by my harsh words, staring at me in shock.

"Louisa, I..."

"Shut your mouth. Be at the courthouse by noon tomorrow. If you don't show up, don't blame me if something happens to Vivian and your precious son."

I walked away without a second glance. Jaxton didn't follow. Years of flattery and sycophancy had molded him into someone who believed he was above all others, and my repeated "selfrighteousness" had deeply wounded his pride.

He was convinced I was madly in love with him and that this was all just a result of temporary anger.

But he was mistaken. I would never look back.

The next day at noon, Jaxton arrived precisely at the courthouse.

He looked at me coldly and said, "Louisa, I'll say this one last time—cut it out. My patience has limits."

"Figures a man with a cuckolded reputation would have strong patience," I retorted.

Jaxton didn't seem to understand my words. He just coldly dropped a parting line. "Don't regret this."

I scoffed at his ashen face and said, "Vivian's eight months along, right? She's about to give birth soon. Once she does, I'll make sure to send you a 'special gift' that you'll definitely find satisfying!"

Ignoring the storm brewing on Jaxton's face, I turned on my heel and walked away.