My Baby Has Been Kidnapped by My Husband's Mistress

The cold night air stung my cheeks as I stepped out of the hospital. I barely felt the sidewalk under my feet. Sebastian didn’t even dare follow me and make it up to me… he was still with Vicky!

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the bright headlights rushing toward me until it was almost too late. A loud honk snapped me back to reality, and I froze, my heart pounding as I stumbled backward.

The car screeched to a halt just inches away. I braced myself, half expecting to end up sprawled across the pavement, but instead, strong arms caught me, holding me steady.

“Katerina?” The voice was warm, familiar, and filled with a mix of shock and concern.

I looked up, blinking through my daze to find Caleb standing there, his expression somewhere between relief and disbelief. The last time I’d seen him, we were both teenagers, just on the edge of adulthood—and now he was here, looking every bit the poised, confident man I’d once thought I might marry.

“Caleb?” My voice cracked as I steadied myself, still shaken. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, his eyes softening as he looked me over. “In the flesh. What are you doing out here, almost getting yourself killed?”

A rueful laugh escaped my lips. “That… that’s a long story.”

“Then let’s get you somewhere safe first.” He opened the car door, gesturing for me to get in. “It’s late, Katerina. You shouldn’t be out here like this.”

We ended up at a cozy, late-night diner, the kind that never seemed to close. The warm smell of coffee and fresh waffles filled the air, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in ages. We settled into a booth, and Caleb ordered for us, remembering my favorite meal from all those years ago.

“So,” he began after our food arrived, his gaze curious yet gentle. “What’s been going on? It’s been years. How are you?”

Where to start? I hadn’t even known where I was headed tonight, and now here I was, sitting across from Caleb, the one person who might actually understand. But after so long apart, the words came slowly.

“Married life didn’t turn out quite how I expected,” I admitted, managing a half-hearted smile. “But enough about me. What about you? How’s life treating you?”

He took a sip of his coffee, nodding thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve been busy. Law school, for one thing. I finally finished and started practicing last year.”

“Law school?” I raised an eyebrow. “Wow, that’s impressive. Are you some kind of hotshot lawyer now?”

“Hardly,” he chuckled, then gave me a mischievous smile. “Divorce lawyer, actually.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The irony wasn’t lost on either of us, and he smiled back, his familiar warmth cutting through the ache in my chest.

We ate in comfortable silence for a while, just catching up, and I let myself feel normal, even happy, for the first time in ages. But as we wrapped up our meal, my heart grew heavy again, and I realized why fate might have led me to him tonight.

“Caleb… I need your help.” I hesitated, then took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I want a divorce.”

His smile faded, replaced by an intensity that caught me off guard. “Katerina, are you sure?”

“More than anything,” I replied, surprised by the steadiness in my own voice. I felt the relief starting to seep in just by saying it out loud.

He nodded, his face softening. “Then you’ve come to the right guy. I’ll help you.”

As he paid for the meal and walked me to his car, I felt an unexpected calm settle over me.

But the calm vanished the moment I stepped through the front door.

Sebastian was waiting, standing in the middle of the entryway with his arms crossed, eyes narrowing the moment he saw me.

“So, you were with him.” His voice dripped with disdain. “What, were you two off celebrating? Starting your life together?”

“Celebrating?” I repeated, disbelief simmering into anger. “What exactly do you think I have to celebrate right now, Sebastian?”

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me,” he snapped, stepping closer, his face darkening. “I know what’s going on here. All this time, I thought you were the faithful one. And now I find you sneaking around with that guy.”

“Caleb is my childhood friend and he gave me a ride home,” I said, biting each word. “That’s all.”

He scoffed, his mouth twisting into a bitter smile. “And I’m supposed to believe that? How long have you been lying to me, Katerina? How do I even know the child you’re carrying is mine?”

I straightened, meeting his glare with a calm, unwavering gaze. “You don’t know, Sebastian? Well then, let’s make it easy for you,” I said, “The baby isn’t yours.”

He froze, a flicker of shock breaking through his anger.

“That’s right,” I continued, my tone cold and resolute. “For all you care, let’s just say the baby is Caleb’s. Would that be enough for you to finally let me go? Because that’s what I want, Sebastian. I want a divorce.”