Getting Pregnant On the Same Day As My Husband’s Mistress

I didn’t wait for him. After sending a message to a familiar lawyer to inquire about divorce, I went to bed early.

The sound of a WhatsApp notification woke me in the middle of the night. I checked the time; it was already 1 AM.

Sure enough, the space beside me was empty.

I opened my phone and saw that Elara had sent me several messages. [My big brother is so handsome! I want to eat him up while he’s sleeping…]

Attached was a photo of Adrian sleeping peacefully.

Adrian was resting on her pink cartoon pillow, his messy hair falling over his forehead, eyes tightly closed and his thin lips slightly pursed.

Seeing that the chat box indicated "The other party is typing," Elara quickly deleted her messages.

She sent me a cute kitten meme pleading for mercy.

[I meant to send it to my best friend, but accidentally sent it to you. Adrian is asleep; I was just playing around and took a sneak photo. Don’t blame him, okay?]

She probably thought I would immediately call Adrian to confront him like I used to. But this time, I chose to block her and went back to sleep.

Whether she was just joking or being serious, I didn't care anymore.

The next day, Adrian and Elara came to the office together. Elara was cautiously protecting her belly but still stumbled, her face turning pale with fright.

Adrian simply picked her up and carried her into the office. Elara blushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and shot a triumphant glance in my direction.

Colleagues nearby leaned in, whispering gossip:

"Elara can't even tell a copier from a shredder, yet she’s been the boss's assistant for half a year. Do you think Mr. Whitlock really has feelings for her?"

I was busy chatting with my lawyer and casually nodded in agreement. "Maybe."

Just as I finished speaking, a familiar voice called out. "Kieran, come here."

I turned around and saw Adrian standing behind me, looking at me coldly.

No one in the company knew that Adrian and I were married.

He forbade office romances, so on the surface, I was just an elder in the company. To avoid suspicion, he always treated me indifferently at work.

There was one time I had a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius and could barely walk. In a daze, I found Adrian and asked him to take me to the hospital. But, he was afraid of what his subordinates would say, so he quickly shook off my hand and told me to ask HR for leave.

Yet whenever Elara complained of a stomach ache, Adrian would skip meetings and immediately take her to the hospital for an examination.

I followed Adrian into the office.

Elara was arranged by him to rest in the partition. With no one around, Adrian came over and held my hand, saying in a deep voice, "Are you still angry?"

I pulled my hand away, my tone distant. "I told you, I'm not angry."

He rested his hand on my shoulder, his gaze intense. "Still being stubborn? You didn't call me at all last night; not a single message and yet you dare say you’re not angry?"

I was taken aback, replying, "But Elara was there, she’s your assistant, so of course she would take good care of you."

Anger flared in his eyes as he tightened his grip on my shoulder. I winced in pain, trying to break free from his hold, but in my struggle, he threw me onto the sofa.

As I pushed myself up, I felt something. I instinctively pulled at it and extracted a pink lace bra from the sofa’s crevice.

Adrian's anger vanished in an instant when he saw it. “This is…”

I had no interest in hearing his explanation. I tossed the bra back onto the sofa and said lightly, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now, Mr. Whitlock.”

After work, I was getting ready to meet a client when Adrian's car slowly came to a stop in front of me.

"Get in," he said. "I’ll take Elara home first and then take you to the seafood buffet on Maple Road."

Elara poked her head out from the passenger seat, her bright smile greeting me. "Sorry, Kieran, I'm here to hitch a ride again!"

I was busy hailing a cab and casually replied, "You guys go ahead; I'm allergic to seafood."

Adrian's face instantly darkened. He certainly knew that I had never been allergic to seafood. That seafood buffet was actually one of my favorites.

With a gloomy expression on his face, he was about to say something, but I didn’t look at him again. I sidestepped his car and got into a taxi on the other side of the road.