The Mistress Accused Me of Being the HomewreckerChapter 1
When I was three months pregnant, my husband's mistress sued me—and then demanded that I abort my baby.
She said, "As a fellow woman, I'm giving you one last chance. Write a statement promising to cut ties with my husband and get rid of the child, and I'll withdraw the lawsuit. I won't make you pay."
So in her mind, I was the mistress.
A sudden chill ran through my body, but I forced myself to look calm as I met her gaze.
However, she mistook my silence for guilt, her posture growing even more condescending—like a legitimate wife scolding an interloper.
"You're an educated woman. You don't want me blowing this up and ruining your entire social life, do you?"
A cold smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
She had investigated everything—everything except the fact that I had a marriage certificate with the man she called her husband.
Just then, a message from Gerald popped up on my phone.
[Stella has a strong sense of morality. If she finds out she's actually the other woman, she won't be able to bear it.]
[I'll make it up to you. For now, just go along with her.]
Two short lines—and they shattered me completely.