My Husband Brought His Mistress Home

"Darrell always says he doesn’t even have a close friend around him. I agreed to Mr. Thornton’s invitation to join the company to repay the kindness your family showed me back then."

I let out a cold laugh.

"Kindness? Is this how you repay my family? Are you planning to take over this family in a few years?"

Holly’s eyes reddened slightly. She bit her lip, then raised her hand and slapped herself twice.

Clear red marks slowly appeared on her cheeks as tears streamed down her face.

"Alex, do you feel better now?" she said, her voice full of grievance.

Darrell walked in after hearing the commotion. The moment he saw the scene, his face darkened.

When he turned to look at me, his gaze was icy.

"Alex! It’s my fault for not telling you about this earlier, but that doesn’t give you the right to take out your anger on Holly! She’s your former student—the one you sponsored. You were willing to let her die before, and now you’re trying every possible way to stop her from joining the company. How hypocritical can you be?"

He paused, his tone growing even colder.

"If you won’t help Holly, then I will! I’m the one who decided to turn the baby room into a bedroom. It’s been sitting idle for so long, and since you can’t have kids, it’s better to let Holly use it."

My hand instinctively moved to my abdomen. I hesitated, torn about whether to tell him I was pregnant.

"In fact, I already have two..." I began.

But Darrell impatiently waved his hand, cutting me off before I could finish.

"You’re just a housewife who has no idea how hard I work outside. Only Holly understands me—she’s the one who stays with me, working overtime in the middle of the night."

He turned to Holly with a gentle gaze, his tenderness so overwhelming it could drown anyone.

"From now on, if there’s a share of mine in this house, there will be a share of hers too!"

Then he added arrogantly, as if addressing a nanny,

"Alex, go put two layers of sheets on her bed. Her body’s delicate, and she won’t sleep well on anything too hard. Also, I’ll take her out for dinner—you can do whatever you want."

With his arm around Holly’s shoulders, he strode out of the room, leaving me behind.

As I watched his resolute back disappear, a sharp pain stabbed at my chest.

My mind flashed to the chat records I’d stumbled upon on his phone a few days ago.

The man who once wanted the whole world to know how deeply he loved me had long since changed.

When he claimed to be working late, he was actually experimenting with "new positions" with Holly in the office.

Afterward, she shamelessly messaged him, "Brother, I thought of something even more exciting. Let’s try it on the office chair next time~"

And when he told me he had a last-minute meeting and couldn’t accompany me to the hospital for my check-up, he was in a five-star hotel, going eight rounds with her.

Holly had even teased him with a smirk,

"Brother, who feels better—me or your wife?"

Darrell sneered with disdain, "Her tongue tastes bitter from all the medicine she takes, and I have to hold my breath every time I kiss her. How could she ever compare to someone as fragrant and soft as you?"

As I scrolled through the pictures one by one, my heart felt like it was caught in the freezing chill of December.

My limbs trembled uncontrollably, as if gripped by the cold.

I had followed him to remote Brooklyn, starting from nothing. Together, we built our success, and everyone admired our love, calling it stronger than gold.

"Mrs. Thornton, I remember hearing about your love story back in college," someone once said to me.

"Darrell won every scholarship that semester just to buy you a necklace, and he worked three part-time jobs after class. I heard you still wear that necklace—it’s such a beautiful two-way street of love."

"Yes, Mr. Thornton adores you so much," another had added.

"After you got married, he couldn’t bear to see you overworked, so he didn’t let you work a single day. I even remember once asking him to grab dinner, but he turned me down because he said his wife had cooked, and he was in a hurry to get home."

"It would be perfect if you two had a child someday!"