Turns Out I'm the Other Woman

In the seventh year of my long-distance relationship, I quit my job behind my boyfriend, William Harrington's back and travel more than 600 miles to Frostmere. I do all that just so I can give him a nice surprise and get married to him.

When the receptionist hears that I'm looking for William, she wears a bemused look.

"Mr. Harrington is in the middle of a meeting. Please wait for a moment."

I'm secretly surprised by her response. Willian has never told me about the fact that he got promoted.

When I video-called him last week, he was even complaining to me how stressful work had been for him. Getting a promotion seemed like an impossible dream at this point.

As soon as I turn around, I hear the receptionist whispering to her colleagues.

"This must be Mr. Harrington's mistress, right?"

"Wow… She really is bold to have found her way to the company like this."

"Since Mr. Harrington is having an affair, doesn't this mean Mrs. Harrington will kick up a fuss when she finds out about it?"

I want to turn around and tell the ladies that they've mistaken me for someone else. William isn't married yet, and I'm his actual girlfriend of ten years.

But before I can open my mouth, the spinning door reveals a woman in a high-end attire walking into the company's lobby.

The receptionists quickly shut their mouths. Then, they address the woman respectfully as "Mrs. Harrington".

Alexandra Rowland is in the middle of a phone call. Her voice is sickly sweet as she speaks on the phone.

"Darling, I've reached the lobby. Hurry up and pick me up! I don't care! You have to attend the prenatal check-up with me today!"

A crystal-clear deep, masculine voice that carries a hint of doting drifts over Alexandra's phone speaker.

"Got it, Lexi. The meeting will be over soon. You can wait for me in the lounge for the time being."

I've listened to that voice for the past seven years, so I'm extremely familiar with it.

That voice belongs to my boyfriend, William…

Gabriella's POV

My bag dropped to the floor with a soft thud.

As I crouched to pick it up, a prenatal report fluttered down to my feet. It showed that the pregnancy was 12 weeks along and that the father's name was William Harrington.

Around that time, William always claimed he was busy. He would only answer my calls once a week.

Once, William finally agreed to a video call, and I spotted a hickey on his neck.

He immediately explained, "That's a mosquito bite. Gaby, after all these years of our long-distance relationship, have you ever seen me with anyone else?"

I had believed him back then, even apologizing for being too suspicious. But now, he had become someone else's husband and was even expecting a child.

The woman took the report from my hand and thanked me with a smile. When she noticed that I hadn't moved, she asked,