When the Mistress Became His Problem
Language: en
When David got a phone call during my prenatal checkup, his face turned pale instantly. He looked at me with pain in his eyes. "Brenna, Marta is leaving the country. She's never coming back. I have to go say goodbye to her." I gently stroked my belly, watching him quietly. "Do you really have to go?" David's voice trembled as he avoided my gaze. "Brenna, I'll be a good husband from now on. The three of us—our family—we'll be happy together." With that, he left without looking back. He didn't see me collapse to the floor behind him. In the operating room, the doctor shook his head…