Delivered His Mistress’s Baby

On New Year's Eve, five months pregnant, I was urgently called back to the hospital to perform a C-section on a patient.

Halfway through the surgery, a man's hoarse roar came from the doorway.

Luna! Don't be afraid, I'm here with you! After you have the baby, I'll marry you and bring you home, okay?

The familiar voice made me freeze.

It wasn't until the surgery ended successfully and the man rushed in with reddened eyes to embrace Luna that I finally saw clearly.

It was my husband of five years, Ethan Walker.

When I saw the man's face clearly, I froze for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Congratulations, it's a seven-pound baby boy."

Ethan didn't have time to look at the child, much less notice me.

"Luna, thank you, thank you for giving me a child. You're the best wife I could ask for. Luna, I love you."

He trembled as he placed a kiss on Luna's forehead.

Sincere and beautiful.

Almost exactly like the scene I'd dreamed of when I would give birth.

Unfortunately, I wasn't the protagonist.

Several new nurses exclaimed in admiration, their faces full of envy.

"They're so in love! This is the first time I've seen someone go to their wife first instead of the baby when the child is born!"

"I'm so jealous of her! She found such a wonderful man."

My whole body trembled.

It was like having a bucket of cold water poured over me from head to toe, my heart flooding with cold.

Just five hours ago, Ethan had been carefully peeling shrimp for me at our New Year's dinner.

When a relative saw this and teased him about it, he didn't mind at all. He reached over to wipe the corner of my mouth.

"Sophia's become even more of a foodie since getting pregnant. I do this all the time. If I don't peel them for her, she'll throw a tantrum and say I don't love her!"

I was a bit confused but didn't say anything.

After all, the tantrums he mentionedI'd never thrown any.

When his father offered him a drink, for the first time he refused, despite usually being so obedient.

"Sophia is pregnant and gets uncomfortable when she smells alcohol. As her husband, I need to take care of her."

My heart had been so warm then.

Now it was just as cold.

It wasn't until Luna was wheeled into the hospital room and a nurse took the baby from my frozen arms that my best friend, Cassidy, pulled down my mask, her face full of concern.

"Sophia, with Ethan... isn't there some kind of misunderstanding?"

I lowered my eyes, feeling heat rising in them.

But my mind flashed back to Ethan's stunned expression when he first learned I was pregnant.

At the time, I thought he was just happy and dazed, so I didn't think much of it.

He also reacted belatedly, hugging me tightly and kissing my forehead.

"Sophia! I'm going to be a father? I'm so happy!"

When he learned I didn't plan to quit my job, Ethan's expression soured and his tone became heavy.

"But won't that be too exhausting? Pregnancy will affect your work. You'll have trouble managing both! If you don't want the child, we can get rid of it!"

I refused.

But now, I regretted it a little.

That momentary hesitation, those words hoping I'd abort the childthey were all his true feelings.

Of course.

Two children would be hard for him to manage.

One was best.

The one he loved most was best.

I changed my clothes and passed by the hospital room, seeing the two of them nestled together inside. My heart filled with bitterness.

It wasn't until I left the hospital that Cassidy drove up and stopped in front of me.

Only then did I wearily rub my temples, my hand falling to my swollen belly.

My voice was hoarse but serious.

"Cassidy, the hospital's New Year holiday lasts a week, and we start work next Wednesday, right?"

"Right."

"Then please schedule me for the earliest abortion procedure next Wednesday."

After saying that, I didn't wait to see Cassidy's shocked expression.

I drove home alone.

Almost as soon as I reached my door, my phone received a message from Ethan.

[Sophia, a really important project suddenly came up at the company tonight. I won't be coming home to spend New Year's with you.]

I paused.

Then he called.

"Sophia, don't throw a tantrum over something so small, okay? I can put up with your pregnancy mood swings once or twice, but after a while it really annoys me. Can you just be good? I'm working overtime to earn more money to support the baby. If you're going to throw a fit over something like this, then let's just abort the baby while it's still small. Besides, you got called back to the hospital to work overtime too, didn't you?"

He'd said things like this many times before.

During my second month of pregnancy, I had such bad morning sickness I couldn't eat anything.

He got impatient and threw away the food.

"It's just pregnancy! I've seen other people... and none of them are as delicate as you! How come you can't eat anything? Don't tell me you're faking morning sickness to get me to stay with you like my coworkers said? Sophia! I'm busy too!"

A woman's sixth sense told me his "coworker" wasn't just a regular colleague.

But I was feeling too sick to investigate further.

I just begged him to pour me a glass of warm water.

"Where am I supposed to get warm water this late at night? You want me to specifically boil a pot for you? Can't you just put up with it and drink something cold? How come everyone else can drink it but not you?"

"If you can't handle the difficulties of pregnancy, then just abort the baby early!"

Only now did I realize.

Every word he said back then came straight from his heart.

How ridiculous, right?

But wasn't this too cruel to me?

I stayed silent for a long time, finally speaking just before Ethan's patience ran out.

"Okay, got it. I won't wait up for you then."

With that, I hung up directly.

Ethan came home early the next morning.

He packed up some things, taking the baby items I'd prepared early, and was about to leave.

"A coworker just had a baby and doesn't have anything to give them. I'll take the stuff we prepared for our baby and give it to her first. We can buy new things when you give birth."

I was a bit dazed, unconsciously touching my belly.

Right.

I wouldn't need them anymore.

This child wouldn't be born either.

Ethan didn't notice. Seeing me dazed, his expression gradually darkened.

But a trace of guilt flickered in his eyes.

"You're going to be petty over some baby supplies? Really? We can just buy the exact same things again later. Your temper has been so bad since you got pregnant. Do you really think you're royalty or something?"

I forced a smile and spoke obediently.

"Okay, whatever you say."

When I finished speaking, Ethan froze again.

Since getting pregnant, I hadn't been this submissive in a long time.

Pregnancy hormones made me cry easily, throw tantrums, and lose my temper.

On our anniversary, I had seen Luna.

She sat at the table next to ours, alone and looking sad with her pregnant belly.

"I really envy you two. Your relationship is so good."

I was about to comfort her when Ethan directly gave her the necklace he'd prepared for me.

"This necklace suits you better. I'll give it to you. Don't be sad anymore."

After saying that, he naturally reached out and patted her head.

I froze on the spot, my face turning ugly.

Luna hurriedly stood up, her face pale, tears in her eyes.

"No, you don't have to. This is your anniversary gift. I can't take it. I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to ruin your anniversary. I'm really sorry."

By the end, her eyes were red.

She almost knelt down to me.

Before I could speak, Ethan scolded me furiously.

"Sophia! Haven't you caused enough trouble! It's just a necklace! If you want one, we can buy another one! She likes it, so I gave it to her! Do you have to be so petty? She's crying!"

My words stuck in my throat.

Watching Ethan intimately help Luna up, I finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

But he just looked impatient and pointed at the door.

"If you want to cry, go cry outside! You think you're an empress just because you're pregnant? She's already upset, why do you have to make it worse? Is that fun for you?"

Afterward, he explained to me.

"She's all alone and already so pitiful. You're about to be a mother too. Just think of it as doing a good deed, okay?"

Isn't it laughable?

Ethan and his mistress were being intimate right in front of me.

And I was too stupid to see it.

How pathetic, right?

Her child was born.

But I was only five months along.

How ironic, right?

Ethan, your love really is cheap enough.

Coming back to my senses, Ethan held me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

"Be good. I have to go on a business trip for three days. Take care of yourself and the baby at home, okay? If you'd been this obedient earlier, we wouldn't have had to argue."

I showed no expression.

I looked at him calmly.

"You're going on a business trip during the New Year holiday too?"

Ethan's face stiffened for a moment.

But he quickly put on a smile and pinched my cheek.

"Yes, for you and the baby."

After Ethan left, I slept all afternoon.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

I casually picked up my phone and scrolled through social media, when I saw a post from an unfamiliar secondary account.

It was a family photo taken at the hospital.

Luna held the baby, Ethan sat beside her, and Ethan's parents stood nearby with big smiles.

The caption read: [Four years with my husband, and now we have our little baby! The whole family is spoiling me like a little princess again!]

The most striking comment below was from Ethan's mother.

[Our harmonious family is the greatest happiness!]

A harmonious family?

Could a mistress and her child really be called a harmonious family?

Married for five years, but they'd been together for four?

So they all knew.

They were all keeping it from me.

I pressed my lips together and couldn't help but laugh.

I laughed until tears poured down in large drops that I couldn't wipe away fast enough.

Ethan.

I regret this so much.

Late that night, I finally calmed my emotions and returned to the bedroom.

I was about to take my vitamins when I noticed the pills looked different from usual.

Although I studied obstetrics and gynecology, I could still tell the difference between pills.

Unless I was drowsy and not fully conscious, it would be impossible to mix them up.

The pill bottle sat on the nightstand.

Normally, no one except Ethan could freely enter and exit.

The answer was obvious.

The hand holding the pills began to tremble uncontrollably.

In the end, my whole body went limp and I collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"It can't be..."

I desperately tried to comfort myself, desperately wanted to believe in Ethan.

After all, we had truly been in love for several years.

At our most loving, he even protected me underneath him during a car accident, just to keep me safe.

He said, "Sophia, you're far more important to me than I am to myself. I can't lose you."

That day, I cried until I nearly lost my voice, swearing I'd only love him for the rest of my life.

Today, I was equally choked with tears, but I was searching for reasons to believe in him.

Ethan.

Please, please don't let it be you...

On the third day, I asked Cassidy.

"Sophia, this is a hormone pill. A pregnant woman absolutely can't take this randomly. It could easily cause fetal deformities."

I completely froze in place, unable to hear anything else.

The guilt in Ethan's eyes when he left that dayI finally understood it.

My last shred of hope for Ethan was completely shattered.

Years of feelings, unable to withstand the high pressure, finally collapsed entirely.

Ethan didn't come back on the third day.

I sat dazed on the sofa until it grew dark and then light again.

My phone rang and rang.

Until the battery died and it automatically shut off, and the world became completely quiet.

Next Wednesday was my birthday. I sat outside the operating room and called Ethan.

"Sophia? You finally called me back. Have you been sulking these past few days? I've been too busy to come back."

"I'm doing this for triple pay! Can't you be a little understanding? What do you think I am, ignoring my calls and messages? If you can't handle this marriage, then let's just get divorced! What's the point of losing your temper at me every day? I really don't have time to coax you!"

By the end, his tone was terrible.

I pretended not to hear.

I spoke calmly and indifferently.

"Ethan, do you remember today is my birthday?"

He paused on the other end, saying nothing.

I didn't care. I wiped away my tears and continued.

"It's okay if you forgot. You don't need to remember anymore. Ethan, when you come back, let's get divorced."

After I finished speaking, he was silent for a long time.

So long that I thought he'd already hung up, when a voice finally came through.

"Sophia, are you using divorce as an excuse to force me to come back? Why do you have to be so extreme? Why can't you try to understand me? Do you think I'll give in if you do this?"

"I hate it most when you play these games! Sophia, I'll come back when you learn to behave!"

I pressed my lips together.

I stared at my phone, at the screen full of chat records and photos, in a daze.

This was Luna's secondary account, which had been sending me messages these past few days.

From the very beginning when they met, to their current chat recordsI'd seen it all.

In four years, nine out of ten times he "worked overtime," he was at Luna's place.

And I'd foolishly prepared meals and waited for him until late at night.

Even when I saw the hickeys on his neck, I deluded myself into thinking they were mosquito bites.

I trusted him completely.

But he lied to me.

Ethan.

This is so unfair to me.

If you don't love me anymore, why won't you let me go?

"Ethan, I'm not joking."

"When you come back, let's get divorced."

Just then, a new nurse came out with a form, calling for patients.

Her voice carried into the phone.

"Sophia, which one is Sophia? Your scheduled abortion procedure is ready!"