When My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Dying Baby

Due to a delayed medical appointment, I inadvertently caused my husband’s favorite person to miss a meal.

Without hesitation, Kaden Mason ordered the driver to lock me in a stuffy car, forcing me to contemplate my actions.

"If you hadn’t gone for that check-up at the last minute, Aniyah wouldn’t have starved herself into a stomach cramp and passed out from the pain!"

"This is your fault!"

I knocked frantically on the window, desperate for help, as the oppressive heat became unbearable and the baby inside me stopped moving. Meanwhile, inside the house, Kaden was preparing chicken noodle soup for Aniyah, completely indifferent to my plight.

In utter desperation, I finally reached out to that person. Coincidentally, Kaden’s phone rang at the same time:

"Trying to play victim just to get back upstairs? I’m not buying it!"

I chuckled quietly, knowing what he didn’t—that person's Rolls-Royce was already waiting at the entrance to the garage. This time, I was truly ready to leave...

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Just outside the hospital doors, the demanding Aniyah started her antics again:

"I wanted chicken soup with dumplings; didn’t I ask for it this morning?"

"Why hasn’t it appeared yet? If Kaden finds out you’re neglecting me, you won’t get away with it!"

I never knew how to handle Aniyah, who was three years younger than me, because Kaden had personally brought her into our lives. I couldn't challenge her or reprimand her, so I endured her constant provocations and threats.

"I had a medical appointment today, and I’m not feeling well. I can’t make it back by noon. If you’re hungry, ask the housekeeper to prepare lunch."

"You..."

Before Aniyah could finish speaking, I quickly hung up, feeling dizzy.

The doctor warned that my excessive fatigue over the past month had severely impacted my health, and without rest, I might face a premature birth.

I rubbed my temples and approached the car, motioning for the driver to open the door. His expression shifted, and he seemed to be typing, likely reporting something.

Once inside the car, I realized the air conditioning was off, making it unbearably stuffy this hot summer day.

"Neil, it’s too warm. Could you turn on the air conditioning, please?"

"Mr. Mason says a pregnant woman doesn’t need to be so picky. Missing it once won’t hurt."

Clearly, this was one of Kaden’s specific instructions. I swallowed my bitterness and managed a weak smile.

Ever since Aniyah came home with him, Kaden had consistently pressured me about trivial matters.

I’m sure Aniyah already complained about our phone call, prompting Kaden to instruct the driver to act this way.

Kaden feared I would bully Aniyah in private, and he constantly warned me, forgetting that I’m naturally not inclined to quarrel with others.

These difficulties seem utterly unnecessary.

After pulling into the garage, the driver hesitated to open the door, opting instead to call Kaden.

As I tried to recover from the stifling heat, I heard Kaden’s disdainful scoff:

"Estella, do you understand that your delay of a couple hours caused Aniyah to starve herself into a stomach cramp and pass out?"

"You know she has a sensitive stomach, yet you let her suffer; are you trying to harm her?"

His unrelenting accusations filled me with indignation, especially since the housekeeper was supposed to manage such tasks.

I couldn’t fathom how a two-hour delay could pose a life-threatening situation.

"It’s Aniyah’s own doing; she's fasting. I couldn’t stop her..."

"Estella, quit making excuses! You need to suffer a bit to learn from this!"

I frowned slightly, barely having time to process before noticing the driver getting out, locking the car door, and securing the windows tightly.

"Madam, Mr. Mason said to let you reflect in the garage!"