Who Is the True Wife?

The next day, Wilson smiled brightly as he booked a hotel and threw a massive celebration.

He was over the moon, telling anyone who would listen about his upcoming fatherhood.

I watched him, so full of joy, and decided to let bygones be bygones, thinking maybe that was the start of our happily ever after.

However, then, after the party, his mistress found out I was pregnant and pegged me as the homewrecker.

It turned out that Wilson's other woman was a reporter.

I had seen her on TV, grilling interviewees with her sharp wit, a stunning beauty with an iron will.

I kept tabs on her every move once I knew she was my husband's mistress.

Every time she was on air, I was watching.

Her looks and killer instincts had made her a star in the news world.

They called her the Beauty Sniper online, a nod to her ability to make any story she touched explode into the limelight.

The next night, she became the lead story on the evening news.

"Viewers, after years of being a reporter, I never thought I'd be the one in front of the camera," she said, her eyes red and puffy as if she had been crying, looking into the lens with a mix of anger and stubbornness.

"My boyfriend cheated on me with another woman, who's now pregnant with his child! He says he has to do the right thing for the baby, and that means cutting me out of his life!

"I've always raised my voice against the unfairness in this world. Now, it's time I do it for myself!"

She was adamant, vowing to get justice for herself.

She promised to keep the viewers updated, insisting that the person who wronged her would pay.

I relayed that bombshell to Wilson and asked him why he had not sorted that mess out.

"Wilson, I don't want our child to enter a world of drama!

"If you don't clear this up, I'm considering divorce."

Wilson was livid, denying everything. "I've said we will have a good life, so let's just do that. Stop imagining things!"

His promise made me decide to hold off for a bit longer.

Later that night, as I was strolling around the block, the reporter's car pulled up right next to me!

I was caught off guard when suddenly a crowd encircled me!

Panicked, I yelled, "What's going on?!"

The camera zeroed in on me as she shoved the microphone at me.

"Anna! How long have you been after Wilson? Did you forget he's got a wife like me?!"

Her glare was chilling, and I felt like she might lash out at any moment.

I tried to clear things up. "What are you talking about? Wilson's my husband."

She swung at me with a slap that stung. "Cheater! You've got the nerve to play the other woman and not even own up to it. Trying to trap a guy by getting pregnant? Shameless!"

In a flash, a crowd of furious fans shoved me down, and without thinking, I shielded my stomach.

That only made her angrier. She pushed the burly cameraman's hand, making sure the camera was aimed at my belly.

"Look at her, everyone! This is the cheater who wrecked my marriage and even made my husband want to divorce me.

"Don't think for a second that Wilson would ever stoop to your level!

"I'm a reporter, and I'm not just fighting for love here, I'm standing up for what's right!"