My Husband's Wedding With His Mistress

In the third year of our long-distance relationship, I secretly transferred to a hospital in Silva's city without telling him.

But on my first day at work, he became the first patient's family member I received.

Doctor, my wife has been having severe morning sickness lately. Can you take a look at what's wrong?

Silva's hand rested on the slightly protruding belly of the pregnant woman beside him, his eyes full of heartache.

Noticing my hesitation, he looked up at me with some confusion.

I lowered my head and pulled my mask up as high as it would go, biting my lip hard as I suppressed my voice to ask.

"How far along is the fetus?"

"Three months."

Three months. But just one month ago, Silva had been beaming with joy as we registered our marriage at city hall.

I let out a cold laugh and turned away from him to make a phone call.

"Dad, take the marriage certificate I left in the safe and have it checked for authenticity."

"If it's fake, freeze Silva's bank cards, fire him from his job, and take back the penthouse we gave him."

"And if that marriage certificate is real, do the same thing anyway!"

After hanging up, I returned to the examination room. I adjusted my mask again, making sure Silva wouldn't recognize me.

I glanced at the name on the registration form again: Antonella.

Very unfamiliar. I'd never heard Silva mention her to me before.

I suppressed the shock in my heart and asked routine questions again under their puzzled gazes.

"Have you been keeping up with your prenatal checkups?"

Antonella nodded and turned to glance at Silva.

"Yes, we've been on time with all of them."

"For the first prenatal checkup, my husband even left work and flew back overnight to be with me."

My chest swelled with an odd, bloating sensation, and my nose suddenly stung.

Based on her pregnancy timeline, the first prenatal checkup would have been exactly the day after my wedding.

No wonder Silva had changed his clothes before the wedding even ended that day, hastily packing his luggage.

"Alice, something urgent came up at work. I need to catch the last flight back."

He'd held my hand apologetically, his eyes reddening for the first time in front of me.

"Once I've handled everything, I'll definitely take time off for a proper honeymoon with you."

I'd grabbed my wedding dress, wanting to call him back, but even after running until I lost a shoe, I still couldn't catch up to his hurried figure.

With the groom leaving mid-ceremony, the guests didn't say anything outright, but the mockery in their eyes was impossible to hide.

That absurd scene from that nightI never wanted to experience it again in my lifetime.

I smiled stiffly, my tone sarcastic.

"Your husband is so good to you."

I looked through the previous examination report again.

"Last time you were slightly anemic. To be safe, we should draw blood for another test."

Hearing this, Antonella's expression became nervous, her voice tinged with unease.

"Is it necessary? My husband has been personally cooking for me every day recently. I've gained quite a bit of weight, so I shouldn't be anemic anymore, right?"

As she spoke, she shrank into Silva's embrace, her eyes reddening, looking rather pitiful.

Silva immediately gripped her hand gently to comfort her, then looked up to explain to me.

"Sorry, Antonella is a bit afraid of needles, so she gets scared every time we need to draw blood."

Then he gently patted Antonella's back to persuade her.

"But for your health, let's still listen to the doctor and get checked. It's safer that way."

"After the checkup, I'll go home and make soup for you myself."

I gripped my fingers, my eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of me.

Silva was a male chauvinist at his core. Since we'd known each other, he'd always believed housework was women's work.

The kitchen had always been his forbidden zone.

Once when I had a high fever and was too weak to move, I asked him to make me a cup of fever-reducing medicine, but he coldly refused.

"I'm a grown man. How can I step into a kitchen?"

That night my temperature spiked to 104F, and I remained in a daze until the cleaning lady found me the next day.

Turns out he could set aside his prejudices and go to such lengths for the woman he loved.

As they were talking, Antonella's face suddenly turned pale, and she abruptly covered her mouth and stood up.

It looked like she was experiencing morning sickness again.

The next second, Silva helped her stand, skillfully pulling a bag from his pocket. Clearly he'd become very practiced at handling this situation.

He steadied Antonella's shoulders, letting her weight rest almost entirely on him.

"Sorry, we need to use the restroom."

After the two left, I finally let out a sharp breath and opened Silva's chat window.

Our last conversation was from two days ago when I told him I had a surprise for him.

As things stood now, this surprise would probably turn into a shock.

Just as I was about to exit, a new message popped up in the pinned conversation.

[The certificate is real, but I found out he purchased a fake marriage certificate online a few months ago.]

I closed my eyes. I already knew the answer in my heart.

Right after I replied to the message, someone knocked on the door from outside.

"Doctor, we're back."

The two sat down in front of me again, leaning on each other.

Silva helped Antonella tuck the strands of hair by her face behind her ear, then adjusted her clothes. As he moved her collar, it revealed a bright red hickey on her neck.

I frowned, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Didn't anyone tell you? The fetus isn't stable during the first three months. You can't have sex."

Antonella's cheeks flushed red. She lightly punched Silva twice, her tone coquettish with reproach.

"It's all your fault."

"As soon as three months passed, you couldn't wait. Now you've embarrassed me in front of the doctor."

My stomach suddenly churned, intense nausea rising to my throat.

Silva smiled and good-naturedly accepted all her complaints. He asked me a few questions about pregnancy precautions, then pulled out his phone and recorded everything in his notes.

I caught a glimpse of his note title: Darling's Pregnancy Precautions.

When the interface exited, I could see other notes inside: Antonella Baby's Food Restrictions, Antonella Baby's Health Cycle Records...

I looked away, my heart cold.

Such detailed life recordswe'd known each other for four years, and he'd never done this for me.

Last month, to fly over to see him, I'd swapped shifts with several colleagues.

After working 36 hours straight, I rushed to catch the flight to see him.

But when I got off the plane, I couldn't even get through to him on the phone.

After calling for a long time, the line finally stopped being coldly unanswered.

But when I said I was already on my way from the airport to find him, Silva immediately raised his voice.

"Don't come over right now!"

I sat in the taxi, somewhat bewildered. I'd told him my plans a week earlier, and we'd agreed on today.

He'd readily agreed and promised to pick me up at the airport himself.

But the Silva on the phone hemmed and hawed.

"I... I forgot about this..."

"I'm on a business trip out of town right now. Sorry, Alice, I didn't get a chance to tell you."

"Just go back home today."

My brain was foggy from staying up all night, and I hadn't caught the panic and confusion in his tone.

He must have had a beauty in his arms at that moment, having completely forgotten about our plans.

After arranging their examination items, Silva took the forms to pay.

Once Silva's figure completely disappeared down the hallway, Antonella reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

She touched her belly.

"After talking so much, I still don't know the doctor's name?"

I raised my eyes to look at her.

"You can just call me Dr. Alice."

A flicker of emotion crossed her eyes, and she smiled as she spoke.

"What a coincidence."

My heart stirred, and I pretended to ask calmly.

"Do you also know someone named Alice?"

Antonella smiled slightly and nodded, then her expression changed, disgust appearing in her eyes.

"My husband's ex-girlfriend is also named Alice, but that's all in the past now."

"I heard his ex was really ugly, had a terrible temper, treated Silva badly, and was extremely controlling."

"Thank goodness he was brave enough to break up with her. Now he's met me instead."

I gripped the pen in my hand tighter, laughing coldly inside.

"Did your husband tell you all this himself?"

"Of course."

She clenched her fist, her expression indignant, as if feeling wronged on Silva's behalf.

"She even threatened Silva with his future career, forcing him to marry her."

"Of course Silva refused and even gave her a good humiliation."

Hearing this, I raised an eyebrow, having already sentenced Silva to death countless times in my mind.

When I met Silva, he was still a young man with nothing but his studies, penniless and naive.

He said after graduation he wanted to work in Texasit was the place he'd dreamed of since childhood.

So I convinced my father to pull strings and build a highway for him to the top companies in Texas. I even bought him a house there.

I held his hand and told him, "Do what you want to do. People in love won't let distance change their feelings."

When he proposed, he admitted in front of all our friends that without me, there would be no him today.

He knelt on one knee and solemnly placed the ring on my finger, saying he would be with me for the rest of his life.

But in the blink of an eye, he'd betrayed me so completely.

I looked at the girl in front of me, exhaled gently, and suddenly felt utterly tired of it all.

Twisting the wedding ring on my finger, I suddenly changed the subject.

"I really envy you for having a husband who loves you so much. I'm different."

Antonella quickly looked up at me, her eyes shining with gossip.

I continued.

"Actually, I'm already married. In the first month after marriage, I discovered my husband was cheating."

"He was hiding another family from me."

"Bang!"

As soon as I finished speaking, Antonella slammed the table hard.

"He's such scum! Dr. Alice is so wonderful, and he doesn't know how to cherish you at all."

I smiled helplessly and continued slowly.

"And recently, I found out he got someone else pregnant behind my back."

This time Antonella stood up directly in anger, her chest heaving violently.

"Scumbag!"

"That kind of person deserves to be struck by lightning and die a terrible death!"

Just then, Silva pushed the door open and asked with a smile.

"What are you talking about? Who deserves to die a terrible death?"

Antonella looked at Silva angrily. "We're talking about Dr. Alice's scumbag husband. You don't know what vile things he's done."

Then she turned to look at me. "Are you two still together?"

I smiled in acknowledgment, my gaze falling on Silva as he organized things.

Hearing this, Antonella frowned, her tone somewhat earnest.

"You should divorce him decisively. That kind of man is nothing but trouble."

"If Silva ever messed around behind my back, I'd definitely kick him to the curb the next second."

Behind her, Silva's movements stiffened. He put away his smile, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

Unfortunately, Antonella was facing me and didn't notice at all.

I nodded thoughtfully, then pulled out my phone and dialed a number in front of them both.

"You're right. I'll bring up divorce with him right now."

The examination room fell quiet. Even Silva put down what he was holding and looked at me.

Almost the instant the call went through, Silva's phone rang from his pocket.

Silva jerked his head up to look at me, then avoided my gaze and fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket with shaking hands.

Then he decisively pressed the disconnect button. Antonella looked confused.

"Who's calling you right now?"

A flash of guilt crossed Silva's face. He lowered his eyes and quickly darkened the screen.

"Unknown number. Probably a spam call."

I held up my phone and waited a while longer before an automated voice reported that no one had answered.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head.

"No answer. Probably busy with things I don't know about."

Seeing my low spirits, Antonella grabbed my hand and tried to comfort me.

"A week from now, Silva and I are having our wedding."

She pulled out an invitation from her bag and handed it over.

"I happen to have an invitation in my bag. Come to the ceremony and soak up some good fortune."

"May Dr. Alice only meet good people from now on."

Hearing this, I was somewhat surprised and instinctively glanced at Silva.

But I still nodded and readily accepted her invitation.

After the two left with all their materials, I finally removed my mask.

After rubbing my aching eye sockets, I looked at the recent call record on my phone.

When I dialed, I'd deliberately deleted the last digit of the number, so it hadn't actually gone through to Silva's phone at all.

Opening the invitation, I saw simple cartoon drawings of Silva and Antonellaclearly a thoughtfully designed piece.

I noted the wedding venue address.

My newlywed husband's weddingI definitely needed to carefully prepare a big gift.

On the wedding day, I stood outside the hotel and saw Silva and Antonella greeting guests at the entrance.

Seeing me, Antonella stood on tiptoe and waved at me.

"Dr. Alice, over here."

I pointed to the mask on my face, my tone somewhat apologetic.

"I've caught a cold recently. To prevent spreading it to others, you don't mind if I wear a mask, do you?"

"Of course not."

She arranged my seat at the front of the banquet hall, right next to the emcee's stage.

The ceremony began quickly, with all the steps proceeding smoothly according to plan.

Until the final speech segment, when Antonella suddenly invited me up on stage.

Her hand gripped my arm tightly, as if afraid I would escape the next second.

I frowned, an odd feeling crossing my mind.

The next second, Antonella suddenly turned and yanked off my mask in front of everyone.

A beam of flashlight shone directly on my face. The intense light made my eyes sting painfully, and I couldn't help but tear up.