I'll Raise His Mistress's Baby - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Stella had never seen Herbert like this—consumed by rage, terrifying in his fury. Frozen in fear, she fumbled for her phone and pulled up Twitter.
The color drained from her face. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, scrambling backward on trembling hands.
Herbert loomed over her, his voice a venomous snarl. "I warned you not to fuck with my wife."
"N-no, I didn't—" Stella's entire body shook, her back slick with cold sweat. She forced herself upright, still trembling, and clutched at Herbert's pant leg. "It wasn't me! I didn't post those things!"
Herbert didn't listen. His hand cracked across her face with brutal force.
But it wasn't enough.
He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and struck her again—harder, relentlessly, until her face swelled grotesquely. Dazed, Stella could only drag herself along the floor, grasping at his pants in desperation.
"Herbert, please—I was wrong, but I didn't do this!"
With a brutal kick, he sent her sprawling. "If I wasn't in a goddamn hurry to get back to Samantha, I'd kill you right now."
Staggering to her feet, Stella lunged after him, grabbing at his arm. He shoved her away—hard.
She screamed as she tumbled down the stairs, landing in a crumpled heap. A sharp gasp tore from her throat. "Ah! My—my stomach—"
Blood pooled beneath her, spreading in a vivid crimson stain.
Her hand stretched toward Herbert, her face twisted in agony. "Herbert… our baby… save our baby!"
He stepped over her without a second glance, his voice icy. "The only reason I ever let you carry my child was to make my wife happy. Did you really think you had the right?"
Then he was gone—racing to his car, peeling out of the driveway, speeding through red lights like a man possessed.
His phone was pressed to his ear, his voice raw with desperation. "Honey, please—pick up. Let me explain. I'll do anything, just—just answer me!"
But all he heard was the hollow tone of an unanswered call.
Tears streamed down his face, panic clawing at his chest.
When he finally reached home, the house was dark.
The lights flicked on, revealing Wayne sitting calmly on the couch amid the wreckage.
The home that had once been filled with love now lay in ruins.
Even the wedding photo—the one I'd treasured—was shattered beyond recognition, discarded in the corner.
Herbert lunged forward, grabbing Wayne's sleeve like a drowning man. "Where is she? Wayne, please—tell me where Samantha is. I'm begging you."
Wayne met his gaze, unflinching.
Then, in a voice like steel, he delivered the final blow:
"Mr. Foster, Ms. Brown saw everything. She watched you leave with that woman. She saw you carry her into the villa."
Every word was a knife to Herbert's heart.
The color drained from her face. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, scrambling backward on trembling hands.
Herbert loomed over her, his voice a venomous snarl. "I warned you not to fuck with my wife."
"N-no, I didn't—" Stella's entire body shook, her back slick with cold sweat. She forced herself upright, still trembling, and clutched at Herbert's pant leg. "It wasn't me! I didn't post those things!"
Herbert didn't listen. His hand cracked across her face with brutal force.
But it wasn't enough.
He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and struck her again—harder, relentlessly, until her face swelled grotesquely. Dazed, Stella could only drag herself along the floor, grasping at his pants in desperation.
"Herbert, please—I was wrong, but I didn't do this!"
With a brutal kick, he sent her sprawling. "If I wasn't in a goddamn hurry to get back to Samantha, I'd kill you right now."
Staggering to her feet, Stella lunged after him, grabbing at his arm. He shoved her away—hard.
She screamed as she tumbled down the stairs, landing in a crumpled heap. A sharp gasp tore from her throat. "Ah! My—my stomach—"
Blood pooled beneath her, spreading in a vivid crimson stain.
Her hand stretched toward Herbert, her face twisted in agony. "Herbert… our baby… save our baby!"
He stepped over her without a second glance, his voice icy. "The only reason I ever let you carry my child was to make my wife happy. Did you really think you had the right?"
Then he was gone—racing to his car, peeling out of the driveway, speeding through red lights like a man possessed.
His phone was pressed to his ear, his voice raw with desperation. "Honey, please—pick up. Let me explain. I'll do anything, just—just answer me!"
But all he heard was the hollow tone of an unanswered call.
Tears streamed down his face, panic clawing at his chest.
When he finally reached home, the house was dark.
The lights flicked on, revealing Wayne sitting calmly on the couch amid the wreckage.
The home that had once been filled with love now lay in ruins.
Even the wedding photo—the one I'd treasured—was shattered beyond recognition, discarded in the corner.
Herbert lunged forward, grabbing Wayne's sleeve like a drowning man. "Where is she? Wayne, please—tell me where Samantha is. I'm begging you."
Wayne met his gaze, unflinching.
Then, in a voice like steel, he delivered the final blow:
"Mr. Foster, Ms. Brown saw everything. She watched you leave with that woman. She saw you carry her into the villa."
Every word was a knife to Herbert's heart.
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