“I want you to organize a celebration,” he said firmly. “A large baby shower with a gender reveal, because I want my business partners to see that I will finally have a son, and if you want to keep living here you will do this perfectly.”
I had no family nearby, no independent money, and everything was legally tied to his name. I nodded quietly because I had no other option at that moment.
So I became the hostess of my own humiliation, decorating the house, arranging food, and preparing entertainment for my husband’s mistress as if I were staff instead of his legal wife.
The day of the party arrived, and the mansion filled with guests including relatives, friends, and important business contacts who all watched me with either pity or silent judgment.
Tiffany wore a tight dress that highlighted her pregnancy, and she stayed close to Brandon while smiling proudly at everyone. His mother, Deborah Keller, stood nearby with a radiant expression that I had never seen directed at me.