Brought My Father-in-Law’s Pregnant Mistress Home

My husband's mistress is pregnant.

My mother-in-law Mrs. Gibson urged me to be understanding: Men will be men. It's normal for them to stray.

My husband Calvin even ordered me to vacate the master bedroom to welcome his mistress:

If you dare hurt her or my son, I'll kill you!

I didn't make a scene. Instead, I smiled gently: "Sure, I even bought her new sheets."

The next day, they came home excitedly after shopping for baby supplies, only to find a pregnant stranger sitting on the sofa.

Mrs. Gibson froze: "Who is this woman?"

I smiled as I introduced her: "Mom, this is Dad Anderson's mistress. You might not know this, but she's the one who's pregnant."

While cleaning under the master bedroom bed, I swept out a positive pregnancy test.

Looking at the two red lines, I fell into deep thought.

Calvin and I hadn't had sex in over half a year.

This pregnancy test wasn't mine.

Before I could throw this cursed thing into the trash, Mrs. Gibson pushed the door open.

She spotted the pregnancy test immediately. First she froze, then she lunged forward and snatched it from my hand, her presbyopic eyes bulging wider than saucers: "Oh my goodness, someone's pregnant?"

I was about to explain when she shot me a look of utter disdain:

"What are you looking at? I know it's not yours. You're a hen that hasn't laid an egg in three years. You'd never be so lucky!"

I laughed in anger: "If it's not mine, then why are you so excited?"

"Don't be stupid! If it's not yours, then it must belong to Calvin's mistress!"

Mrs. Gibson beamed with joy. "Men will be men. Which one doesn't stray? As long as she can bear an heir for the Peters family, she's done us a great service!"

Just then, Calvin pushed the door open.

Mrs. Gibson immediately rushed to him, holding up the pregnancy test like a treasure: "Calvin, be honest with me. Is your mistress Margaret pregnant?"

Calvin glanced at me guiltily.

But when he saw I wasn't making a scene and Mrs. Gibson looked overjoyed, his spine suddenly stiffened.

He nodded confidently: "Mom, since you already know, I won't hide it. Margaret is indeed pregnant. We just found out."

Standing to the side, I almost laughed out loud.

"Well done, you make me so proud!" Mrs. Gibson slapped her thigh excitedly.

"Since Margaret is carrying a child, we must bring her home to enjoy her rightful status!"

Calvin's eyes reddened with emotion: "Mom, you're so understanding! Margaret said she doesn't need a title, she just wants the baby to be healthy."

"The poor girl." Mrs. Gibson turned to look at me, her expression instantly changing.

"Elliot, since you can't give birth yourself, don't be jealous of Margaret. Clear out the master bedroom right now. We're bringing her home tomorrow to rest during her pregnancy!"

Calvin chimed in: "That's right, Elliot. Move to the guest room. The master bedroom gets better sunlight. Let Margaret have it. She's pregnant and needs the calcium from sunshine."

He paused, then warned me viciously: "You better behave yourself. If you dare lay a finger on Margaret or touch a single hair on my son's head, I'll kill you!"

I stared expressionlessly at this pair of despicable mother and son, hands in my pockets, quietly pressing the record button on my phone.

"So what you're saying is, as long as a mistress is pregnant with a Peters family child, she must be brought home and taken care of, never left to fend for herself?"

Mrs. Gibson lifted her chin: "Naturally!"

I continued: "And this child, even if illegitimate, must enjoy exactly the same inheritance rights as a legitimate child?"

Calvin stated firmly: "Obviously! He's Peters family blood. Who dares mistreat him?"

"Alright, I understand." I nodded, the corners of my mouth curving into a gentle smile.

"Of course. Since she's carrying a Peters heir, naturally we must treat her well with good food and drink."

Mrs. Gibson snorted coldly: "Good that you know your place. Hurry up and pack your things, move all your junk out. Don't bring us bad luck!"

For the next two hours, I leaned against the doorframe like an idle bystander, watching Calvin and Mrs. Gibson gleefully throw my belongings out.

"Change these sheets. Margaret likes pink!"

"Move this vanity too. Make room for the baby crib!"

Calvin was all smiles. "Mom, let's go to the mall tomorrow and buy Margaret the best bird's nest soup!"

Mrs. Gibson grinned from ear to ear: "Yes, I'll pay! As long as her belly delivers, I'll buy her anything!"

I watched their busy backs, nearly laughing myself to tears.

Oh Calvin, since you're so happy, I won't show you the azoospermia diagnosis report I just picked up from the hospital.

Let you enjoy yourselves for a couple more days.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Gibson and Calvin left the house in high spirits.

They said they were going to upscale baby boutiques to stock up, preparing to welcome the "great contributor" Margaret home.

Before leaving, Calvin didn't forget to warn me viciously to clear out the last bits of trash from the master bedroom so it wouldn't offend Margaret's eyes.

After the door closed, I unhurriedly took out my phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? Is this Ms. Hill? Yes, I'm Calvin's wife, Elliot. I saw the pregnancy test you left under our master bedroom bed yesterday."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end.

I laughed lightly, my tone gentle. "Don't be afraid. Mrs. Gibson and Calvin have spoken. Since you're carrying Peters family blood, you absolutely cannot be left to fend for yourself.

Pack your bags. I'm sending a car to bring you to the villa to rest during your pregnancy."

At three in the afternoon, the villa gates opened.

Mrs. Gibson and Calvin walked in carrying bags of imported bird's nest, luxury baby cribs, and a mountain of other baby supplies, their faces beaming.

"Margaret said she's suffering from morning sickness today and needs to wait a couple more days before moving in. I feel so bad for her." Mrs. Gibson muttered as she changed her shoes.

Calvin agreed: "Mom, Margaret is carrying a boy. It's normal for him to be demanding. Please take extra care of her, and I'll make sure she treats you well later."

The two were chatting and laughing as they turned into the living room, then the smiles on their faces instantly froze.

On the leather sofa sat a woman in her thirties, still attractive and well-maintained.

She wore loose maternity clothes and was using a toothpick to eat the strawberries I had just washed.

Seeing the mother and son laden with packages, the woman also froze, somewhat awkwardly putting down the fruit plate.

"Who, who is this?" Mrs. Gibson's eyes widened as she looked the woman on the sofa up and down.

"Elliot, what are you playing at? Why are strangers coming into the house? Is this some poor relative of yours?"

Calvin also frowned:

"Elliot, are you sick? I told you to make room for Margaret, and you invite your relatives over? Get her out of here now!"

I walked out of the kitchen carrying a glass of warm milk, handed it to the woman on the sofa, then turned around with a beaming smile.

"Please don't be angry. If you get upset, how will you take care of the pregnant woman?"

I walked to the woman's side and patted her shoulder affectionately, introducing her with great ceremony:

"This is definitely not my poor relative. What's in her belly is genuine Peters family blood."

Mrs. Gibson's mind hadn't caught up yet. She thought it was another of Calvin's affairs.

"Calvin, besides Margaret you got another woman pregnant? This woman looks well into her thirties. You could actually bring yourself to sleep with her?"

Calvin's face turned green, frantically waving his hands: "Mom, I don't know her! I swear I've never touched even a finger of hers! Why would I have a lover this old?"

I pretended to be shocked, covering my mouth. "Calvin, that's not right. How can you shout at your elders like that?"

I looked at the two confused people with a smile.

"Oh my, did I forget to tell you? The pregnancy test swept out yesterday really wasn't mine, but it wasn't Calvin's mistress's either."

"Mrs. Gibson, let me formally introduce you. This is Ms. Hill, the mistress Anderson keeps on the side.

Yesterday, while you were out, Anderson brought her home to get something and accidentally dropped the pregnancy test under the bed."

"Originally, I wanted to pretend nothing happened.

But yesterday, you swore that Peters family blood couldn't be left outside, that illegitimate children must also enjoy inheritance rights.

So I brought Ms. Hill home."

"You won't mind, will you?"

The air froze in that instant.

Mrs. Gibson's face, which had been glowing with health just moments ago, visibly turned the color of liver.

Her lips trembled as she pointed at the woman on the sofa, unable to squeeze out a word for a long time: "You, what did you say?"

I blinked innocently and took out my phone, pressing play on yesterday's saved recording.

Mrs. Gibson and Calvin's full-throated voices immediately rang out: "As long as she's carrying Peters seed, she absolutely cannot be left outside!"

"Even if it's an illegitimate child, they must enjoy exactly the same inheritance rights!"

"We must bring her home and treat her well! If you dare touch a hair on their head, I'll kill you!"

After the recording finished, I spread my hands, smiling virtuously.

"Mom, Calvin, your words yesterday really opened my eyes.

Our Peters family values bloodline. Since Ms. Hill is carrying Anderson's child, that makes it Calvin's little brother or sister!"

"Such precious Peters family offspring, how could they be left outside? So I immediately brought her home to take good care of her."

I pointed at the pile of upscale baby supplies on the floor, full of admiration:

"You two were so thoughtful, even buying bird's nest and maternity clothes. Ms. Hill, see how much they care about you!"

Mrs. Gibson stood stunned for a full half minute before suddenly erupting in a piercing shriek.

"That's bullshit! Elliot, you bitch, stop trying to drive a wedge between us!"

She pointed at the woman on the sofa, trembling all over. "Her? Anderson is well into his fifties. How could he do something so disgusting outside!

Anderson would never be that kind of person!"

"That's such an ugly thing to say."

Ms. Hill, who had been silent until now, timidly put down the cherries in her hand, her eyes watery and full of grievance:

"Anderson said he's most annoyed by the old woman at home nagging about everything. He said I'm gentle and understanding, that I know his heart best.

If he hadn't insisted on dragging me to the bedroom yesterday for some excitement, the pregnancy test wouldn't have fallen under the bed."

"Ahh! You shameless slut, I'll tear you apart!" Mrs. Gibson completely lost it.

The woman who had been putting on airs as a wealthy matriarch just moments ago now lunged at the woman with her teeth bared and claws out.

I reacted quickly, grabbing her and pushing her back into Calvin's arms.

"Mrs. Gibson, please calm down!" I urged her. "Didn't you just teach me yesterday that men will be men. Which one doesn't stray?

Anderson is in his prime. It's perfectly normal for him to have affairs. This shows Anderson has charisma. You should be more understanding!"

"Shut your mouth. How is that the same?" Mrs. Gibson's chest heaved violently, nearly coughing up blood.

"How is it different?" I widened my eyes in feigned confusion.

"Oh right, you also said yesterday that as long as it's a Peters child, they absolutely cannot be left outside.

Look, I'm just following your orders, bringing Anderson's true love home to treat her well with good food and drink."

I turned to look at Calvin, who was still in a daze: "Calvin, you personally made a vow yesterday. If anyone dared touch a pregnant woman's hair, you'd kill me.

Now your mom wants to attack her. Are you going to do something about it?"

Calvin finally snapped back to reality.

But what concerned him wasn't Anderson's affair, but something far more critical.

"Wait!" Calvin's face turned deathly pale as he stared at Ms. Hill's belly, his voice cracking.

"The baby in your belly is my dad's? Then, then won't he have to split our family fortune?"

I nearly laughed out loud.

This scumbag's thought process was truly refreshingly unique, always fixated on money.

I clapped my hands in loud praise: "Calvin, you're so smart!

Yesterday you said emphatically that even illegitimate children must enjoy exactly the same inheritance rights!"

I walked to Ms. Hill's side and raised an eyebrow at Calvin: "Since your mistress's child can split your fortune, naturally Anderson's mistress's child should also split Anderson's fortune.

By calculation, whether Ms. Hill's baby is a boy or girl, they can split away exactly half the family assets!"

"No way! Absolutely not!" Calvin completely broke down, stamping his feet and cursing.

"My dad's money is all mine. Why should it go to this bastard child from who knows where! Elliot, get her out of here right now!"

I crossed my arms, took a step back, and watched coldly as this mother-son pair jumped around anxiously.

"Get her out? Too late."

I spread my hands. "When Ms. Hill came in, I already sent Anderson a message saying I brought his sweetheart home to rest during her pregnancy.

By my calculation, he should be arriving home any minute now."

As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of urgent car brakes came from outside the villa.

Then the front door was pushed open.

Anderson, usually stern and rigid, rushed in breathlessly.

As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on the woman on the sofa. His usually stern face instantly softened with tenderness:

"How did you end up here? Did anything happen to the baby?"

In the living room, Mrs. Gibson's face finally changed from liver-colored to deathly pale.

And Calvin looked like he had swallowed a live fly.