My husband's Mistress is Pregnant

Wrapped in my doubts, I unintentionally dozed off next to the hospital bed.

Waking up, I caught Andrew already up, quietly watching me.

His face had more color now, and the dark circles were fading—rest had done him good.

Let's be real, Andrew was ridiculously handsome—chiseled features and that porcelain skin.

Plus, with his towering six-three stature, he looked slim in clothes but was surprisingly muscular underneath.

It was his height and killer looks that first drew me in.

A guy like him naturally turning heads isn't exactly a shocker.

Yet, through our three years of marriage, he seemed loyal. I'd never spotted another woman around him.

Could it be he was just that good at keeping secrets, and I'd been oblivious all along?

"Sleeping hunched over all night must've been tough. Sorry about that," he remarked.

Snapping back to reality, I managed a smile.

"It's all good. Feeling hungry? What can I grab you to eat?"

Andrew clasped my hand, his gaze deep and seemingly sincere.

"Not hungry. Just a glass of water, please. Thirsty here."

His earnest look almost made me doubt my suspicions.

Had I misread his look when I entered the ward yesterday?

I gave him the water and sat beside him in silence, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Rising, I tidied up the clothes he had changed out of when he was admitted.

Digging through his suit jacket, my hand shook as I found a tube of Dior lipstick.

When I turned my questioning gaze on Andrew, he just smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"That lipstick? Oh, Tasha—my secretary—was touching up her makeup yesterday, stuck it in my pocket, and forgot to take it."

I didn't comment, just placed the lipstick back in the pocket.

"I'll head home and grab some fresh clothes for you, whip up something to eat too."

At home, a surprise awaited in the bathroom: a perfume bottle that wasn't mine.

Connecting the dots, I called Andrew's sister, Penny.

"Hey, Penny, you left your Coco Mademoiselle at our place?"

Penny sounded genuinely puzzled.

"Nope, that's not mine. I haven't been to your place in a while. I'm actually on a trip with some classmates."

My heart tightened—someone else had been in my home.

Staring numbly into the fridge, I found slices of rich cream cake.

That's something I'd never eat. A wave of anger washed over me.

I grabbed some frozen fish and hurriedly made sour fish soup, then rushed back to the hospital.

Entering Andrew's room, the strong scent of Coco Mademoiselle hit me.

I knew it couldn't be from the staff—the hospital strictly forbids perfume during shifts.

I set the food tray down and casually dropped a question, "Anyone come by to see you? It's pretty perfumed in here."

Andrew hesitated for a split second before replying smoothly, "No, must be drifting in from outside. Ask the nurse."

A nearby nurse, sorting through medication, quickly added, "Nope, just you visiting."

I scrutinized Andrew's composed face, trying to find a crack.

Was I really just being paranoid? Was this all in my head?

Could the perfume and the cake in our fridge actually belong to his secretary, Tasha?

Tasha Becky, the same age as Penny, was known for her vibrant personality, which Andrew once claimed to dislike.

I never suspected she might be involved with Andrew.

And as far as I knew, she's had a steady boyfriend since college, after all.

My head spun with confusion—was I being overly paranoid?

Shaking off my doubts, I hurried toward the hospital restroom, but passing another room, a familiar scent stopped me.

Coco Mademoiselle—the same perfume I loved back in college. So I was so familiar with it.

Driven by curiosity, I glanced inside. A nurse was tending to a young female patient.

As the nurse disposed of some medical waste, I casually asked, "What's her situation?"

"Threatened miscarriage," the nurse explained, sighing. "Two months pregnant, couldn't keep away from her boyfriend... these young folks today..."

The nurse walked off, leaving me with a nagging sense of familiarity with the young woman.

Just as I leaned in for a better look, a doctor came by and closed the door.

A gut feeling told me this woman had some connection to Andrew!