My Husband Betrayed Us for His Pregnant Mistress

In the end, amidst Danna's tearful pleas, Edward gave in. He comforted her, saying, "It's my indecision that brought us to this point. I'll go back and talk to her. Don't worry—even if she's unwilling to change things, I'm still the vice president at Amazon. Making a million, or even ten million, is no challenge for us!"

Danna finally wiped her tears and managed a smile.

My heart sank, frozen in despair, as silent tears streamed down my face. I had clung to the hope that he'd spare me from the final blow, respecting the bond we shared as father and daughter. Yet, two days later—today—he actually proposed the separation.

It had been half a year since I discovered his affair. During those months, I felt fury, heartbreak, and deep self-doubt, feeling both inadequate and trapped. My greatest fear was that this chaos might hurt our daughter.

Yet, as I walked through the courthouse doors, I felt unexpectedly calm and detached. It was something Eloise said yesterday that gave me the courage to break free from the ties he'd used to control me. As for Edward, I was done; anything easily taken is worthless.

For the rest of my life, having my daughter is all I need.

Edward trailed behind, hesitating. It wasn't until the clerk asked him to sign that he snapped out of it and reluctantly scrawled his name.

"Now that the divorce papers are filed, you'll just need to come back after the cooling-off period to finalize it," the clerk said.

Edward glanced up at me sharply, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but I thought I saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. I turned away, and he instinctively reached out to stop me, asking, "Edith, you don't have a job. Even though you have money now, it's tied up in fixed assets. When Eloise goes to college, you'll need a lot of funds. How will you manage?"

I looked at him with disbelief, gazing at the man who'd been at my side—from school uniforms to wedding dresses—for nearly twenty years. A wave of sadness washed over me. But mindful of the public setting, I neither cried nor made a scene, though my voice was taut with suppressed anger.

"What does your concern mean now? When you were with Danna, did you ever think about this?"

"But Edward, wrong is wrong, and there's no going back for us."

"Whatever happens to Eloise and me is no longer your concern."

"Go back, pack your things, and leave. Your Danna and the baby can't wait any longer."

His pupils dilated in shock.

"How did you know she's pregnant?"

I didn't answer; I simply turned and stepped back into my home.