When the Mistress Became His Problem

When David got a phone call during my prenatal checkup, his face turned pale instantly.

He looked at me with pain in his eyes.

"Brenna, Marta is leaving the country. She's never coming back. I have to go say goodbye to her."

I gently stroked my belly, watching him quietly.

"Do you really have to go?"

David's voice trembled as he avoided my gaze.

"Brenna, I'll be a good husband from now on. The three of us—our family—we'll be happy together."

With that, he left without looking back.

He didn't see me collapse to the floor behind him.