Getting Pregnant On the Same Day As My Husband’s Mistress

On the day I found out I was pregnant, my husband's god-sister, Elara, posted a picture of her pregnant belly on social media.

“As long as you're loved, you can still be a beautiful girl even when you're pregnant!”

In the photo, she was wearing only lace lingerie, leaning against a man while taking a selfie.

The man's distinct hand rested on her smooth pregnant belly. On his ring finger was a ring identical to the one on my hand. I commented. “Congratulations.”

The next second, Elara called in a panic, apologizing and saying she posted the picture to provoke her boyfriend after a fight.

Adrian took his phone and scolded me coldly. "You can't have a child yourself and now you're breaking down because someone else is pregnant? With jealousy this strong, no wonder you can't get pregnant."

Five minutes later, Elara updated her status again.

“From now on, I'll have two strong men to protect me, one big and one small!”

Adrian immediately liked her post.

I took off my wedding ring, threw it into the roadside bushes and went back to the hospital to schedule an abortion.

——

Adrian unusually came home before nine.

Noticing the unopened medicinal box in the trash can, his brow furrowed slightly. "Nothing better to do? Throwing a tantrum over something so small?"

I calmly replied, "I'm not angry."

He sneered, "You threw away the fertility medicine and you call that not angry? Do whatever you want. After all, you're the one desperate about not getting pregnant, not me."

I was just about to take out the pregnancy report, but he handed me a dark-colored shoebox first.

"Elara sent this for you. This little girl hasn't been through much. Seeing you upset, she got so scared that she even mentioned something as foolish as abortion. She insisted on sending you something to apologize."

He opened the box. Inside was a pair of YSL high heels. However, they were clearly worn, with scuffed soles and chipped paint on the outside of the heel.

"Take them, these shoes aren't cheap. Elara barely wore them a few times. She just started working and can't afford much. Giving you these shoes is already a big sacrifice."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Just half an hour before Adrian got home, Elara had posted on social media, proudly showing off her new Chanel slippers.

“The best brother in the world! Thank you for your blatant favoritism, it gives me the confidence to flaunt it so openly!”

When I refused to accept the shoes, Adrian became annoyed, "Kieran, what's wrong with you again? You're almost thirty, is it really necessary to make things hard for a young innocent girl?

He tossed the box at me and it hit me squarely on the head.

I let out a muffled groan, clutching my forehead as tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

Adrian's expression turned panicked. "I didn’t mean to… let me take a look."

I pulled away from his hand as he tried to touch me, speaking softly, "I’m fine."

He forcefully pried open my fingers from where I was holding my forehead and saw the swelling. His fac...