He Made Me Serve His Pregnant Mistress
Language: en
In the third year of our marriage, my husband brought home a heavily pregnant woman. She wore a cheap, frayed tank top, her belly swelling proudly. Ethan had a smug grin plastered across his face. "She's carrying my baby boy. Starting tomorrow, quit your job to take care of her. And hand-wash her underwear every day." Fury surged through my veins. I stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a heavy chef's knife, and marched back out. "In your fucking dreams! I'll chop both of you cheating bastards into pieces right now!" The moment the words left my mouth, glowing lines of text suddenly floated…