My Husband’s Pregnant Mistress Caused Our Son’s Death

Gradually, I fell for his sincerity and pure heart.

He would always blush, shyly saying he only wanted to treat me well.

And so, we dated, married, and had a child.

Knowing his strong pride, I quietly supported him from behind the scenes.

With my help, he revived the nearly bankrupt Hendricks Group and became the richest man in the province.

But after his rise, he hardly ever came home.

When I asked him to spend more time with our child, the man who once vowed never to look down on ordinary people now stared at me with disdain and said, “What would a housewife like you know? A man’s job is to make money. I don’t have time to waste on you two. Without me working outside, would you and our son live such a comfortable life?”

His change slowly drained my hope.

Yet, I still felt some gratitude.

He was the one who gave me good genes, allowing me to bear such a bright and remarkable son.

All I ever wanted was to be there for my child, to raise him into a fine young man.

So, I tolerated and compromised on everything.

I never imagined that enduring so much would only lead him to secretly get his secretary pregnant.

And even worse, that betrayal would cause our son’s death.

Our son’s passing severed every tie I had to this family.

It wiped away every trace of love I once held for Soren.

Lost in my thoughts, I carried our son’s urn into the Hendricks Group Tower.

Inside, the business elite and noble families of the provincial capital gathered, all for Hendricks Group’s 30th anniversary celebration.

Soren stood tall among them, dressed in a sharp suit, proud and elegant.

Beside him, Leigh clung to his arm, delicate in a designer dress.

I walked in expressionless, and as I approached, I caught Leigh pouting, speaking with fake sorrow.

“Brother Soren, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault your wife wants a divorce.”

Soren playfully tapped her nose, his voice soft as if afraid to break her fragile spirit.

“Silly girl. I’m rich, and Melissa loves me like her life depends on it. How could she ever think of divorcing me? She’s just throwing a tantrum. Ignore her.”

His eyes then locked onto me. The warmth in his gaze vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, biting coldness.

“Melissa, didn’t I tell you today was Hendricks Group’s 30th anniversary celebration, and you had to bring our son?!”

“And yet, here you are all alone.”

The moment I appeared, the elites gathered around began to sneer, their voices dripping with mockery.

“So this is Mrs. Hendricks? She looks like a country bumpkin, completely unpresentable.”

“Just a housewife who stays home with the kids. No wonder she can’t compare to us business elites.”

“No surprise President Hendricks favors Secretary Leigh. Look at her, so shabby, so out of place. She’s no match for him.”

Their cruel laughter made Leigh’s lips curl into a satisfied smile.

In the next breath, she blinked back tears and fixed me with a sorrowful gaze.

“Sister Melissa, it’s my fault for getting pregnant and causing this rift between you and Soren.”

“If you truly hate me, just scold me a little. But please don’t refuse to bring Young Master Hendricks here and don’t dress like you’re mourning a death.”

“You knew today was Hendricks Group’s grand celebration, filled with the elite. Aren’t you deliberately trying to disgrace the family and make Soren look bad?”

Leigh’s fake humility and feigned concern sparked a flicker of approval in Soren’s eyes.

The socialites and elites nearby admired her with subtle nods of approval.

But I met her gaze with icy calm and said it plainly, without a hint of indifference.

“If you like playing the mistress, that’s your own choice.”