My husband's Mistress is Pregnant

I was on a business trip, but the news hit that my husband's vasectomy had gotten infected.

Shocked and in disbelief, I hightailed it back to the hospital.

The doctor didn't mince words when she saw me.

"He's barely two weeks post-op and you're already stirring up trouble? Do you realize this could sterilize him permanently?"

I was floored. Why had he gotten snipped without telling me?

And what was the doctor insinuating—was this somehow my fault?

I'd been away for a month; I hadn't laid a finger on him!

——

Entering his room, I saw Andrew in agony, his forehead slick with sweat.

Rushing to his bedside, my heart went out to him.

"What's all this about? I leave for a trip and you go get snipped? You said you didn't want kids and I agreed, but a vasectomy seems extreme, don't you think?"

I was baffled. Why would he do this behind my back?

Andrew avoided my gaze, managing a strained smile.

"I thought it would make life simpler, to spare you the worry of accidental pregnancies. I planned to have it done while you were away and figured I'd be healed by the time you returned. Sorry about the infection."

I squeezed his hand, my heart breaking for him.

"You went through all this for me, honey. I appreciate it."

Andrew tried to lighten the mood, though the strain was evident.

"It's really no biggie. Vasectomies are way safer and quicker for guys than for gals."

While we were catching up, a middle-aged female doctor entered with his medical chart.

Noticing me, she frowned, clearly not pleased.

"He's barely two weeks post-op and you're already causing a commotion? Are you aware this could render him permanently sterile?"

Her words caught me off guard, but then it dawned on me what she meant.

But I'd been on a trip for a month; I hadn't touched him!

Suddenly, it all clicked—his evasive look when I entered, his darting eyes.

Disregarding the doctor's uncomfortable implications, my heart plummeted.

Still, I steadied myself and faced the doctor.

"Just to clarify, doctor... if it wasn't me, could he... possibly do this to himself?"

The doctor looked at me like I was out of my mind.

"Seriously? He's not an idiot. Why would he risk an infection by doing that? I shouldn't have to remind you, but this wasn't a one-off thing. It's been happening repeatedly. You need to take control of your life!"

That comment shattered any illusion I had left, and my heart hit rock bottom.

Maybe the anesthesia was still in his system because Andrew soon fell asleep.

Looking at his pale face and the dark circles under his eyes, my heart twisted even more.

He had always been disciplined, never one to indulge in pleasures recklessly.

But now it seemed he had indulged, just not with me.

I kept wondering, what woman could make him disregard all caution?

And why choose a vasectomy? Claiming it was to consider my feelings felt like a cruel joke.

He had always been staunchly masculine, opposing such measures.

No way he changed his views just because I was away for a month.

I even began to suspect if my trip was orchestrated to get me out of the picture.

After all, he is the CEO, and I, as his VP, must follow his lead.