I'll Raise His Mistress's Baby - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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I woke up to an empty bed—Herbert had already left for work.
On the bedside table sat a breakfast he'd made himself, complete with a freshly picked rose. My phone was flooded with sweet messages from him… mixed in with a few graphic videos from Stella.
Just as Herbert sent me a video updating me on his day, there she was—Stella—her hands all over him.
My stomach twisted. I swiped the breakfast off the table in one furious motion.
I tore off the necklace he'd given me and flung it into the trash before booking a one-way ticket out of the country.
By afternoon, Herbert was back, playing the doting husband as he helped me into a dress.
"You're coming to the company dinner tonight, babe. I want everyone to see how lucky I am."
I didn't argue. Let him pretend.
Seeing Stella again was still a shock. Money really could remake a person. Gone was the timid girl I'd first met—now she was polished, radiant, and eerily similar to me.
As Herbert's assistant, she was dripping in designer clothes and jewelry, looking every bit like the woman he truly cared about.
He clung to my hand all night but couldn't stop stealing glances at her—until some CEO pressured Stella into drinking.
She hesitated, glass halfway to her lips, when Herbert suddenly dropped my hand, snatched the wine, and downed it himself.
The force of it nearly sent me stumbling. The room went quiet, eyes locking onto me—some mocking, some pitying.
Herbert rushed over, flustered. "Stella's pregnant. As her boss, I couldn't let her risk her health!"
I bit back the urge to slap him and turned to Stella with a icy smile. "Impressive—working the room while pregnant. I wonder where the father is?"
She flashed a ruby bracelet at me. "Oh, he's busy. My husband designed this himself. 'Love-Stella.'"
The pain hit like a knife. So he'd given us both his "love"—a necklace for me, a bracelet for her.
Herbert noticed my pallor and shoved Stella aside, grabbing my arm. "Sweetheart, you're white as a sheet—are you sick?"
I steadied myself against the table and pushed him away. "Just tired. I'll head back."
When he tried to follow, I nudged him toward Stella. "Stay. Take care of your pregnant assistant."
As I walked out, I caught the flicker of panic in his eyes—but Stella clung to him, whispering something that made him stay.
"You're such a tease," he murmured, pinching her cheek.
On the bedside table sat a breakfast he'd made himself, complete with a freshly picked rose. My phone was flooded with sweet messages from him… mixed in with a few graphic videos from Stella.
Just as Herbert sent me a video updating me on his day, there she was—Stella—her hands all over him.
My stomach twisted. I swiped the breakfast off the table in one furious motion.
I tore off the necklace he'd given me and flung it into the trash before booking a one-way ticket out of the country.
By afternoon, Herbert was back, playing the doting husband as he helped me into a dress.
"You're coming to the company dinner tonight, babe. I want everyone to see how lucky I am."
I didn't argue. Let him pretend.
Seeing Stella again was still a shock. Money really could remake a person. Gone was the timid girl I'd first met—now she was polished, radiant, and eerily similar to me.
As Herbert's assistant, she was dripping in designer clothes and jewelry, looking every bit like the woman he truly cared about.
He clung to my hand all night but couldn't stop stealing glances at her—until some CEO pressured Stella into drinking.
She hesitated, glass halfway to her lips, when Herbert suddenly dropped my hand, snatched the wine, and downed it himself.
The force of it nearly sent me stumbling. The room went quiet, eyes locking onto me—some mocking, some pitying.
Herbert rushed over, flustered. "Stella's pregnant. As her boss, I couldn't let her risk her health!"
I bit back the urge to slap him and turned to Stella with a icy smile. "Impressive—working the room while pregnant. I wonder where the father is?"
She flashed a ruby bracelet at me. "Oh, he's busy. My husband designed this himself. 'Love-Stella.'"
The pain hit like a knife. So he'd given us both his "love"—a necklace for me, a bracelet for her.
Herbert noticed my pallor and shoved Stella aside, grabbing my arm. "Sweetheart, you're white as a sheet—are you sick?"
I steadied myself against the table and pushed him away. "Just tired. I'll head back."
When he tried to follow, I nudged him toward Stella. "Stay. Take care of your pregnant assistant."
As I walked out, I caught the flicker of panic in his eyes—but Stella clung to him, whispering something that made him stay.
"You're such a tease," he murmured, pinching her cheek.
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