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

I didn't expect Adrian to chase after me to the restaurant with Elara. The client hadn’t arrived yet and they took a seat across from me.

Feeling perplexed, I bluntly asked them to leave. "I have an appointment with Mr. Everhart from Inova Technology."

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Has Mr. Everhart ever said he doesn't want to see me?"

I fell silent and didn’t push them out any further. After all, Adrian was still my boss.

During the meal, Mr. Everhart instructed his assistant to open a bottle of good wine.

I frowned, recalling the day I scheduled the abortion. The doctor had repeatedly confirmed with me. "After your miscarriage from the car accident, your uterus was already damaged. It’s a miracle you can get pregnant again this time. If you have another miscarriage, you might never have the chance to get pregnant again.”

I pressed my lips together, about to politely decline the drink when Elara suddenly spoke up with a bright smile. “I’ve heard others say that Kieran has a particularly strong tolerance for alcohol. Today, I finally get to see it!”

Her eyes sparkled with admiration, her expression innocent and carefree.

I coldly replied, “Who told you that?”

Elara's smile froze and she looked nervously at Adrian. “Did I say something wrong again...?”

Adrian ruffled her hair, then turned to me, his tone cold as he ordered, “Kieran, it’s just a glass of wine. You’re not a little girl anymore, so stop being so shy.”

A chill swept through my heart. Meeting his cold gaze, I forced a smile and said, word for word, "Mr. Whitlock, I can't drink because I'm pregnant."

Everyone in the room froze.

Elara was the first to react; she quickly masked the surprise in her eyes and stood up to toast me. "Congratulations, Kieran!"

Just as she was about to sip her drink, Adrian quickly stopped her. "Elara, you’re pregnant. You can’t drink!"

For once, Elara didn’t obediently listen to him. "No, I want to drink! Ever since I came to Duskmire, I’ve unintentionally made you unhappy. This glass of wine is my apology to you, Kieran!”

She became increasingly excited and tilted her head back, gulping the wine down. Immediately afterward, her brow furrowed as she started to cough violently, her cheeks flushing and tears welling in her eyes.

Adrian watched with concern, his heart aching for her. He suddenly stood up, pointing an angry finger at me. “Are you satisfied now? Only someone as innocent as Elara would believe your words! If anything happens to the baby in her belly, I will never forgive you!”

I lazily lifted my eyelids and replied indifferently, “Do as you please.”

I said an apology to Mr. Everhart and turned to leave.

Adrian's voice rang sharply behind me. “Kieran, I’ve tolerated you for a long time! In your eyes, everything Elara does is wrong! If you truly can't accept her, then why not just get a divorce?”

I was somewhat surprised but quickly felt relieved. After five years of marriage, he had never publicly acknowledged our relationship. Now, to force me to back down in front of Elara, he had taken the initiative to admit it.

I gazed at his handsome face twisted in anger and nodded slowly. “Fine, let’s get a divorce.”

With that, I walked out of the private room without looking back.

After leaving the restaurant, I called the divorce lawyer. During the conversation, a sudden bright light flashed into my eyes. A car came charging toward me with unstoppable force.

A wave of immense fear engulfed me; my legs went weak and I fell backward. Just as the car was about to hit me, the driver slammed on the brakes, swiftly swerving away and speeding off, leaving me sitting on the ground.

A girl passing by came over to help me. The moment her hand touched my waist, she screamed, "Oh my God! Why are you bleeding so much?"

I looked down in confusion and saw a large pool of blood beneath me. In the hospital, the doctor urged me to contact my family.

I gripped my phone tightly, my gaze lingering on Adrian's number before dialing the lawyer.

I vividly remembered that the car that had charged at me had the same license plate number as Adrian's. It was the one we had chosen together.