Firing My Husband And His Mistress
Language: en
My husband was staying over at the luxury postpartum retreat to help me recover. Surprisingly, the usually quiet specialist suddenly became a fountain of enthusiasm. First, she gushed over how tall and handsome my husband was, marveling that he was a CEO at such a young age. Then, she dropped subtle hints that I was just another "trophy wife" who had bought her way into high society with a surgeon’s scalpel. While she was helping me with lactation, she sighed with mock concern, advising me that with my "implants," I shouldn't even try to breastfeed—that it would be bad for the baby. I…