My Husband’s Mistress Thought She Won

"Daniel, has something happened at the company? Take it easy, slow down!" Mrs. Clark hurriedly tried to catch up with him.

She turned to me, eyes glaring, "Hurry up and take Daniel's coat to him. It's cold tonight, and you have no sense at all!"

I picked up the suit jacket from the foyer, but when I reached the yard, all I saw was Daniel's car speeding away.

Seeing me return with the coat, Mrs. Clark was visibly annoyed, "Utterly useless!"

I ignored her and headed straight upstairs.

In the bedroom, the nanny was watching over the baby who was sound asleep.

I gestured for her to leave and closed the door behind her.

Now, it was just me and my sleeping daughter in the entire room.

This tranquility was a rare and luxurious indulgence in this house.

Without anyone disturbing, I could escape those harsh words and disdainful looks.

My daughter was only six months old, spending most of her time asleep.

I loved watching her sleep, so peaceful and beautiful.

After showering, I lifted her from the crib and nestled her onto the big bed next to me.

I initially planned to check the messages in the group chat, but now I had no curiosity at all.

I didn't even feel like opening my phone.

I realized that I had no interest whatsoever in knowing why Daniel had a change of face, why he suddenly left, or what they were discussing in the group.

Whether he ended up going to the welcome dinner or was still hung up on Freya, I couldn't care less.

I no longer had possessiveness or curiosity towards Daniel.

In fact, I wished he would appear less before me, so as not to affect my mood.

I didn't love Daniel anymore.

After the baby was born, even though we had a nanny, Mrs. Clark insisted on breastfeeding.

She said breast milk was more nutritious and better for the child.

Whether it was truly for the baby's benefit or just to deliberately torment me, I didn't bother to find out.

After all, Mrs. Clark would only pretend to hold the baby for a few minutes when Daniel was home.

When he wasn't home, she wouldn't even glance at the child.

I knew that her preference for boys over girls make her resentful of the baby being a girl.

The child was mine; I loved her and wanted to be close to her.

So when Mrs. Clark demanded breastfeeding, I didn't oppose it.

The baby needed night feeds, so she had to sleep with me.

Mrs. Clark, worried that the baby would disturb her son, suggested we sleep in separate rooms.

Daniel agreed and moved to the guest bedroom next door.

Even now, we still sleep in separate rooms.

Since the baby's birth, I haven't had a full night’s sleep.

But over time, I’ve adapted to her schedule, waking twice every night to feed her.

Last night, I slept exceptionally well.

In the morning, I was awoken by the baby’s affectionate nuzzling.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by her wide smile and drooling mouth.

The sunlight was streaming in from outside.

"Oh baby, you woke up even earlier than mommy!" I began to play with her.

She giggled with delight.

After feeding her and playing for a while longer in bed, I finally got up.

Glancing into the adjacent bedroom, the bed remained untouched; I couldn’t tell if Daniel had returned last night.

I went downstairs for breakfast; Mrs. Clark and Daisy were already out.

Once finished, the baby fell asleep again, so I asked the nanny to take her upstairs.

Sitting on the sofa, I turned on my phone; the messages in the Facebook group chat were overwhelming.

As I quickly browsed through, I finally understood why Daniel had left in a hurry yesterday.

Originally, he’d intended to hold out and skip the welcome dinner.

Despite countless mentions in the group, he hadn't responded.

But a single photo shattered his resolve.