I'll Raise His Mistress's Baby - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Herbert posted a tearful apology video on Twitter, his voice breaking as he confessed his mistakes between uncontrollable sobs. He begged the internet—if anyone spotted me, they had to tell him. He'd pay whatever it took.
After leaving the hospital, Stella tracked him down. Seeing Herbert—broken, hollow-eyed—she burst into tears.
"Herbert," she whispered, "she's gone. But I'm here. You always said I looked like her, didn't you? Let me be her. I'll stay with you." Her voice turned desperate. "Samantha refused to give you children, but I will. As many as you want. Please, Herbert. I love you. Please let me love you."
Once, my resemblance in Stella had stirred something in him. Now, it only fueled his rage.
Herbert exploded. He slammed the table, lunging at her, fingers digging into her throat. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he snarled. "You don't deserve to look like her. This is your fault—yours! I told you not to message her, not to push her, and you ruined everything!"
Stella gasped, clawing at his arms, her face purpling. He only released her when her struggles weakened, her body limp. Then—cold, methodical—he shattered a coffee cup and dragged the shards across her face.
Blood streaked her skin. Her scream pierced the air.
A friend barged in, dragging Stella away before turning on Herbert. "Is Samantha worth this?" he demanded, disgusted. "Look at yourself!"
Herbert was a wreck—sunken eyes, unshaven, a ghost of himself. He laughed, hollow. "Without her, I'm already dead. Every second without her hurts. Breathing hurts."
He abandoned his company, drowning in liquor and old photos of me. Missing-person posters yielded nothing. He chased leads to every city I'd ever mentioned, returning empty-handed.
"Samantha," he whispered to the silence of his empty mansion, "one mistake. One. You loved me—why can't you forgive me?" His voice cracked. "Just come home. I'll do anything."
Alone, Herbert crumpled to the floor and wept like a lost child.
After leaving the hospital, Stella tracked him down. Seeing Herbert—broken, hollow-eyed—she burst into tears.
"Herbert," she whispered, "she's gone. But I'm here. You always said I looked like her, didn't you? Let me be her. I'll stay with you." Her voice turned desperate. "Samantha refused to give you children, but I will. As many as you want. Please, Herbert. I love you. Please let me love you."
Once, my resemblance in Stella had stirred something in him. Now, it only fueled his rage.
Herbert exploded. He slammed the table, lunging at her, fingers digging into her throat. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he snarled. "You don't deserve to look like her. This is your fault—yours! I told you not to message her, not to push her, and you ruined everything!"
Stella gasped, clawing at his arms, her face purpling. He only released her when her struggles weakened, her body limp. Then—cold, methodical—he shattered a coffee cup and dragged the shards across her face.
Blood streaked her skin. Her scream pierced the air.
A friend barged in, dragging Stella away before turning on Herbert. "Is Samantha worth this?" he demanded, disgusted. "Look at yourself!"
Herbert was a wreck—sunken eyes, unshaven, a ghost of himself. He laughed, hollow. "Without her, I'm already dead. Every second without her hurts. Breathing hurts."
He abandoned his company, drowning in liquor and old photos of me. Missing-person posters yielded nothing. He chased leads to every city I'd ever mentioned, returning empty-handed.
"Samantha," he whispered to the silence of his empty mansion, "one mistake. One. You loved me—why can't you forgive me?" His voice cracked. "Just come home. I'll do anything."
Alone, Herbert crumpled to the floor and wept like a lost child.
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