I'll Raise His Mistress's Baby - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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The silence stretched on endlessly until the creak of the door shattered it.
Herbert stood in the doorway, his face lit up with joy. After shaking off the chill, he rushed forward and pulled me into a crushing embrace.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing back so early?" he murmured, his voice warm with surprise. "Your flight wasn't until tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me? I would've picked you up."
My gaze locked onto the smudge of lipstick on his neck. Without a word, I reached up and wiped it away. "Herbert," I said quietly, "I don't like this scent on you."
The cloying sweetness of women's perfume clung to him—something that didn't belong.
That lipstick mark. That overpowering fragrance. It felt like a silent taunt, a challenge thrown at me by another woman.
For a split second, Herbert's expression faltered. But just as quickly, he recovered. He took a step back, shrugged off his coat, and tossed it onto the floor. His eyes brimmed with regret as he looked at me.
"God, I'm sorry, honey," he said, running a hand through his hair. "There was a client at the meeting tonight—her perfume was suffocating. My fault. I was in such a hurry to get home to you that I didn't even think to wash it off."
Clever Herbert. His words were a careful blend of truth and lie. Yes, he'd rushed back to me. But the client's perfume? A convenient excuse.
A cold smirk curled my lips. My fingers twisted around his tie, yanking him closer until our noses nearly touched.
"Herbert," I said, my voice low and deliberate, "you're not playing games behind my back, are you?"
His pupils flickered. A flash of panic. But years of corporate maneuvering had trained him well—his composure snapped back into place.
He blinked, eyes suddenly glistening, his voice trembling with hurt. "Baby, you're the only one I want. What did I do to make you ask me that?"
I burst out laughing, releasing his tie. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. Look at you—you're sweating. Go shower." I brushed my thumb over his damp forehead.
His tense shoulders dropped. He pressed a kiss to my lips, his voice soft with playful reproach. "Don't scare me like that again. My heart can't take it."
He lingered, kissing me deeply before finally pulling away to head to the shower.
The second his back turned, my smile vanished.
Hot tears spilled over. I scrubbed at my mouth with the back of my hand.
That split-second fear in his eyes—it made the man I'd loved for nearly a decade feel like a stranger. Something ugly coiled in my chest.
When Herbert returned, damp and warm, he slid his arms around my waist, nuzzling into my neck.
I shifted away, curling into myself at the edge of the bed. "I'm exhausted."
Guilt flickered across his face. He tucked the blankets around me, his touch gentle, like soothing a child.
"You've had a long day, babe," he murmured. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, I'm all yours."
Soon, his breathing evened out in sleep.
In the dark, I watched him. Silent tears soaked into the pillow.
Even now, half-asleep, he mumbled my name.
I didn't understand.
How could he stop loving me?
Herbert stood in the doorway, his face lit up with joy. After shaking off the chill, he rushed forward and pulled me into a crushing embrace.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing back so early?" he murmured, his voice warm with surprise. "Your flight wasn't until tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me? I would've picked you up."
My gaze locked onto the smudge of lipstick on his neck. Without a word, I reached up and wiped it away. "Herbert," I said quietly, "I don't like this scent on you."
The cloying sweetness of women's perfume clung to him—something that didn't belong.
That lipstick mark. That overpowering fragrance. It felt like a silent taunt, a challenge thrown at me by another woman.
For a split second, Herbert's expression faltered. But just as quickly, he recovered. He took a step back, shrugged off his coat, and tossed it onto the floor. His eyes brimmed with regret as he looked at me.
"God, I'm sorry, honey," he said, running a hand through his hair. "There was a client at the meeting tonight—her perfume was suffocating. My fault. I was in such a hurry to get home to you that I didn't even think to wash it off."
Clever Herbert. His words were a careful blend of truth and lie. Yes, he'd rushed back to me. But the client's perfume? A convenient excuse.
A cold smirk curled my lips. My fingers twisted around his tie, yanking him closer until our noses nearly touched.
"Herbert," I said, my voice low and deliberate, "you're not playing games behind my back, are you?"
His pupils flickered. A flash of panic. But years of corporate maneuvering had trained him well—his composure snapped back into place.
He blinked, eyes suddenly glistening, his voice trembling with hurt. "Baby, you're the only one I want. What did I do to make you ask me that?"
I burst out laughing, releasing his tie. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. Look at you—you're sweating. Go shower." I brushed my thumb over his damp forehead.
His tense shoulders dropped. He pressed a kiss to my lips, his voice soft with playful reproach. "Don't scare me like that again. My heart can't take it."
He lingered, kissing me deeply before finally pulling away to head to the shower.
The second his back turned, my smile vanished.
Hot tears spilled over. I scrubbed at my mouth with the back of my hand.
That split-second fear in his eyes—it made the man I'd loved for nearly a decade feel like a stranger. Something ugly coiled in my chest.
When Herbert returned, damp and warm, he slid his arms around my waist, nuzzling into my neck.
I shifted away, curling into myself at the edge of the bed. "I'm exhausted."
Guilt flickered across his face. He tucked the blankets around me, his touch gentle, like soothing a child.
"You've had a long day, babe," he murmured. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, I'm all yours."
Soon, his breathing evened out in sleep.
In the dark, I watched him. Silent tears soaked into the pillow.
Even now, half-asleep, he mumbled my name.
I didn't understand.
How could he stop loving me?
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