My Baby Has Been Kidnapped by My Husband's Mistress

I was practically giddy as I tore into the first box, pulling back the tissue paper to reveal a tiny, cream-colored onesie. My heart did a little flip as I held it up, imagining our baby wearing it. Maybe Sebastian had finally come around—maybe this was his way of apologizing for the cold distance he’d kept, for dismissing me the night before. For once, I let myself believe that he was ready to be part of this with me, ready to care.

I moved to the next box, grinning like a fool as I found a pair of knitted booties, soft blankets, and tiny mittens. The packages were filled with everything I’d been too afraid to buy, afraid to hope for. My chest felt light, like maybe—just maybe—Sebastian had turned a corner. After all, a man doesn’t just buy baby clothes for no reason, right?

But then the front door opened, and Sebastian strode in. I looked up, excitement lighting my face. “Sebastian, you didn’t have to buy all this!” I said, holding up the booties. “I mean… it’s wonderful. I thought maybe…”

But my voice trailed off as his face darkened, and before I could process his expression, he was in front of me, snatching the tiny clothes from my hands and shoving them back into the box.

“What are you doing?” he snapped, glaring at the open boxes.

I felt my stomach twist. “I just thought… these were for our baby.”

“These aren’t for you,” he said coldly, his voice dripping with irritation.

The words hit me like ice water. “They’re… not?” I managed, confusion mingling with a growing sense of dread.

“No, Katerina,” he snapped, glaring at me. “They’re for someone else. One of my men’s wives is pregnant. I told him I’d help out.”

And just like that, reality came crashing down. I’d been so foolish to think he’d done this for me. But as he glanced away, my mind raced back to that taunting ultrasound picture Vicky had sent. A dark realization washed over me—these weren’t for anyone else. They were for her. Vicky, who was pregnant with his child. The same woman who’d gleefully shared that Sebastian was taking care of her cravings.

I bit down on my lip, the sting of betrayal tightening in my throat. Still, I forced myself to speak, even though my voice wavered. “Sebastian, would you come with me to my OBGYN appointment today? I thought it might be good… to go together.”

He sighed, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Today? I can’t, Katerina. I have business to handle.”

“It’s not just about me. It’s about our child,” I said, feeling the words fall on deaf ears.

He glanced at his phone, already distracted. “Look, handle it yourself. Don’t wait up for me.”

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At the hospital, I tried to focus on the check-up, but my mind kept returning to Sebastian’s indifference. How he couldn’t spare even a moment for me or the baby we were supposed to be having together. I felt more alone than ever, the emptiness gnawing at me.

As I walked toward the doctor’s office, laughter drifted from around the corner, one voice all too familiar. I froze.

There, standing with her arm linked around his, was Sebastian and her—Vicky. She held an appointment slip, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. The sight twisted the knife I’d been trying to ignore. She was glowing, laughing, basking in his attention, while I’d been left with nothing but silence and excuses.

Every ounce of hurt I’d buried erupted. I stormed over, barely able to control the anger that surged through me. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he saw me, his face falling as he realized what was about to happen. But he didn’t get a chance to explain.

The slap cracked through the hallway, my hand shaking with the force of it. “I want a divorce,” I spat, my voice steady but laced with all the pain I’d been carrying.