I'll Raise His Mistress's Baby - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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By the floor-to-ceiling window, Herbert held Stella close as they watched the drone display together.
Stella wound her arms around his neck, whispering seductively about picking up where they'd left off earlier. But Herbert's thoughts were miles away - why hadn't I responded yet? A suffocating wave of anxiety gripped his chest, making each breath feel like a struggle.
Grabbing his jacket from the couch, Herbert made to leave. "I'm spending tonight with my wife."
Stella swayed her hips provocatively as she threw herself against him, lips forming a perfect pout. "But you promised me tonight! That barren woman's all you think about - what about me? What about our baby?"
The insult to me made Herbert's face turn to stone. He slowly turned, eyes blazing, gripping Stella's chin with bruising force. "Listen carefully," he hissed through clenched teeth. "This is just a fling. Samantha is my wife. One more word against her and I'll cut out that lying tongue of yours."
Stella's knees shook but she still managed to clutch at his waist, tears welling up. "I'm carrying your heir! How can you be so cruel? And would you really hurt me like that?" Her fingers began working at his belt buckle.
Herbert's expression softened slightly as he traced her cheekbone. "Behave yourself, and I'll take care of you forever."
With a sultry smile, Stella sank to her knees, murmuring, "Let me show you how good I can be..."
Just as Herbert started to surrender, his phone erupted in frantic ringing. When he reached for it, Stella snatched it away. "No! It's probably her!"
"Give it here now," Herbert commanded sharply.
After checking the caller ID, Stella reluctantly handed it over. Herbert's friend's panicked voice blasted through: "Have you lost your damn mind? Why'd you post those videos on the company account? Get them down now before -"
"What videos?" Herbert interrupted.
"Check Twitter! It's trending number one! If your wife hasn't seen it yet - thank God she never checks her phone - you might still have time to fix this!"
Herbert's blood ran cold as he opened the app. Ten minutes ago, their corporate account had posted under #OverbearingCEODroneConfession - multiple compromising videos with Stella, screenshots of her toxic messages to me, and that vile voice recording.
The internet had exploded:
[Thought this was some romantic proposal - turns out it's just a cheating CEO and his homewrecking sidepiece! Disgusting!]
[Someone needs to slap that smug smirk off the mistress's face]
[Poor wife! And he wants her to raise his affair baby? Men are TRASH]
Thousands flooded Herbert's mentions with outrage, but he only cared about one thing: Had I seen it yet?
Stella wound her arms around his neck, whispering seductively about picking up where they'd left off earlier. But Herbert's thoughts were miles away - why hadn't I responded yet? A suffocating wave of anxiety gripped his chest, making each breath feel like a struggle.
Grabbing his jacket from the couch, Herbert made to leave. "I'm spending tonight with my wife."
Stella swayed her hips provocatively as she threw herself against him, lips forming a perfect pout. "But you promised me tonight! That barren woman's all you think about - what about me? What about our baby?"
The insult to me made Herbert's face turn to stone. He slowly turned, eyes blazing, gripping Stella's chin with bruising force. "Listen carefully," he hissed through clenched teeth. "This is just a fling. Samantha is my wife. One more word against her and I'll cut out that lying tongue of yours."
Stella's knees shook but she still managed to clutch at his waist, tears welling up. "I'm carrying your heir! How can you be so cruel? And would you really hurt me like that?" Her fingers began working at his belt buckle.
Herbert's expression softened slightly as he traced her cheekbone. "Behave yourself, and I'll take care of you forever."
With a sultry smile, Stella sank to her knees, murmuring, "Let me show you how good I can be..."
Just as Herbert started to surrender, his phone erupted in frantic ringing. When he reached for it, Stella snatched it away. "No! It's probably her!"
"Give it here now," Herbert commanded sharply.
After checking the caller ID, Stella reluctantly handed it over. Herbert's friend's panicked voice blasted through: "Have you lost your damn mind? Why'd you post those videos on the company account? Get them down now before -"
"What videos?" Herbert interrupted.
"Check Twitter! It's trending number one! If your wife hasn't seen it yet - thank God she never checks her phone - you might still have time to fix this!"
Herbert's blood ran cold as he opened the app. Ten minutes ago, their corporate account had posted under #OverbearingCEODroneConfession - multiple compromising videos with Stella, screenshots of her toxic messages to me, and that vile voice recording.
The internet had exploded:
[Thought this was some romantic proposal - turns out it's just a cheating CEO and his homewrecking sidepiece! Disgusting!]
[Someone needs to slap that smug smirk off the mistress's face]
[Poor wife! And he wants her to raise his affair baby? Men are TRASH]
Thousands flooded Herbert's mentions with outrage, but he only cared about one thing: Had I seen it yet?
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