After My Husband Cheated with the Nanny

During my pregnancy, my husband Gunnar insisted on hiring a beautiful nanny to care for me. Initially, I was hesitant, but Gunnar reassured me, saying, “Miss Vargas graduated from a top nursing school with a wealth of experience. If you ever feel unwell, you won’t have to rush to the clinic so often.”

However, a few days later, while I was giving my baby a prenatal lesson, I twisted my back. I called out several times for Ashlynn, but she never came. Struggling, I made my way to the door, only to hear heavy breathing from the other side, which made my face go pale. The door shook slightly, accompanied by the soft sound of jazz music, making it difficult to discern without getting closer.

“Is this place exciting for you, Gunnar?” I heard her say.

"It's really exciting, no wonder they say you have plenty of experience," Gunnar responded.

It turns out her skills weren’t just in nursing—they extended to sneaking around too. Feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen, I was about to open the door when a phone rang. It was my mother-in-law, Marisol.

“Mom, Braelyn wouldn’t even dare bring up divorce if she knew. She relies on me for everything, let alone while she’s carrying my child. She wouldn't let go,” Gunnar assured Marisol. “Your son works hard all day, Mom, and I deserve a little enjoyment when I come home. Besides, don’t you want more grandkids?”

I recalled Marisol’s call from the day before, where she had consoled me: “Being pregnant is hard for you, and Gunnar has it tough too. You need to be kind to him.”

So, Marisol knew about Gunnar’s affair all along but chose to cover it up, leaving me in the dark.

Ashlynn's flirtatious voice echoed, “Gunnar, having a baby is a different price tag altogether. But feel me, with these hips, everyone is convinced I’m meant to have sons.”

Gunnar praised her with enthusiasm, and I heard the sound of clothing rustling. “Money is no object for me. If you can really give me a son, you’ll be well taken care of,” he promised.

“Braelyn is like a wet blanket in bed, but you bring so much flair,” he continued.

As the door shook more violently, their words pierced my heart like daggers. I couldn’t hold back anymore and flung the door open, nearly causing them to tumble backward. Taking in the scene, I saw Ashlynn’s dress was down to her waist, exposing herself, and Gunnar was left in just his underwear.

Unable to stomach the depravity any longer, I coldly questioned, “Weren’t you supposed to be taking care of me? Is this how you do it, by taking off your clothes?”

Ashlynn feigned innocence and replied, “Braelyn, Gunnar had a long, hard day. If you won’t help him relax, someone has to.”

Am I supposed to thank her for her generosity?

The pain in my abdomen worsened, and I could only clutch my belly, letting out a few