After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Dying Baby
Chapter 2
When I came to, Meir called me.
“Joelle, what’s going on?”
“I was busy earlier when you called.”
His voice was as gentle as ever, showing no sign of anything unusual. This gentleness, in this moment, felt like a stab straight to my heart. I swallowed the discomfort.
“What... what are you up to?”
“I’m on a business trip. It’s been a hectic day. Met with two clients, but I took your advice and didn’t drink.”
This is how he usually treats me. Wherever he goes on a business trip, wherever he stays, whomever he meets—it’s all reported to me in detail. Everyone says the famous Mr. Nguyen, who has seen countless beauties, only bows to me.
I touched my now-empty abdomen, feeling tears like ice sliding down my cheeks.
“Joelle, why are you quiet? Are you feeling down?”
“No.”
I wiped away the tears. “Just wanted to check in. Don’t worry, focus on your trip.”
After hanging up, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I covered my face and began to cry.
Just then, my phone pinged with a new message. It was from Lucille Stone on WhatsApp.
“1997043 is my TikTok handle, where you’ll find everything about your husband's business trip.”
1997043 was Meir’s birthday.
I composed myself and searched for the TikTok account. She had just uploaded a new video.
The video showed her and Meir at a street food stall, enjoying pulled pork. She held up her phone while Meir fed her, thoughtfully made her a warm coffee, and gently said, “Your period is coming soon, so eat less of this stuff.”
She laughed, carefree and bold.
“Who’d have thought the usually aloof Mr. Nguyen remembers a woman’s cycle?”
At that point, I turned off my phone, gripping it tightly, my whole body trembling. It was as if she was flaunting before me, bragging that she loved my husband.
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