After Six Years, My Husband Had Another Woman’s Child

“Stop talking, it’s all my fault.”

He walked over, grabbed my hand, and pressed it to his face, his eyes turning red.

“I’m sorry, wife. I thought you were only a week along and had just fallen. I saw Sabrina looking so pale, so I thought I’d drop her off and then come back to take you to the hospital.”

He suddenly lifted my hand and slapped himself with it.

“Wife, I’ll apologize for Sabrina. Hit me, hit me harder.”

He said urgently,

“Sabrina was just worried about me and accidentally pushed you. You pushed her too. Let’s just let it go, alright?”

Just as I was about to pull away and question him, Sabrina walked in, holding her back, and screamed at me,

“Ethan, are you even a man? Your wife stabbed you with a knife, and you still kneel down and apologize to her!” “What?!”

“It’s just getting drunk and fooling around. She was probably nowhere near where we slept together before. If she’s that capable, why didn’t you sleep with her first back then?” She jutted out her stomach arrogantly,

“We slept together, and I’m carrying the Graham family’s eldest grandson. You want to divorce, right? You'd better think twice!”

“You’ll divorce once it’s over, and I’ll marry Ethan with our son. Then you’ll be the shameless mistress.” Hearing Sabrina’s filthy words, the smothered agony, and Ethan’s coldness, my fury finally erupted. I grabbed a teacup from the bedside table and smashed it against her shoulder.

“Sabrina, you’re a slut, born to be a mistress. You got dumped by a man, and now you’ve crawled back to cling to your old flame.” Sabrina shrieked, clutching her forehead. Blood seeped slowly between her fingers. Ethan immediately let go of me and rushed to pull her into his arms.

After glaring at me for ten seconds, she shook him off and screamed,

“Hannah, you fool! You can’t even keep your own husband, and you dare to hit me! I’ll never forgive you!”

She lunged at me.

Everyone hurried over to restrain her. Sabrina’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at me, yelling at Ethan,

“Ethan, she called me a slut and hit me! You must avenge me, or I’ll abort the baby and never see you again!”

“Slap!” A sharp crack rang across the hospital room.

I held my face, staring at Ethan in disbelief. The ward fell silent, broken only by my anguished scream:

“Ethan, I want a divorce! A divorce!”

Ethan’s hand trembled as he slowly reached for my face, his voice shaking with panic.

“Hannah, stop it. Sabrina is pregnant.”

“You may not be able to have any more children, but this is still your child.”

Sabrina calmed down, smoothing her messy hair, looking at me with arrogance.

“If you want my son, you’d better behave from now on, or I’ll not only make Ethan hit you, I’ll get you thrown out of the Graham family instantly.”

With that, she strutted out of the ward, chin raised. A coy voice drifted from the hallway:

“Ouch, my stomach!”

Ethan immediately stiffened and rushed after her.

As she left, she shot me a nervous glance.

“Hannah, rest well. I’ve taken Sabrina to the doctor. I’ll be back soon.”

Watching her disappear, I covered my burning cheek and laughed coldly.

Back then, she was the campus beauty, with suitors lining the road to the south of the city, including Ethan.

At that time, I was disliked at home and constantly mocked and bullied by wealthy classmates at school.

It was Ethan, the class monitor, who angrily scolded the boy who humiliated me, publicly declaring to the class that I was his sister and that he would protect me from then on.