When My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Child

At the annual Thanksgiving party, Felix's darling suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me, desperately pleading as she struck her own face.

"Sis, I won’t try to take anything from you anymore. Please, don’t make me sleep with those men again, okay?"

Her forehead met the ground forcefully, leaving a trail of blood, portraying me as the villain of her story.

Felix, my husband, witnessed this and, without hesitation, shoved me—eight months pregnant—to the floor, branding me a spiteful harridan. He then gave the lead designer position, which rightfully belonged to me, to his beloved protégé.

I tumbled down the stairs, the blood seeping into my Victorian-style dress like a stain of disgrace. With what little strength I had left, I grasped Felix's pant leg, begging him to take me to the hospital.

But the protégé wrinkled her nose with disdain.

"Sis, today is my big day. Are you trying to ruin it for me?"

Felix glared at me coldly, "I already asked the doctor. You still have a month before your due date."

"What’s the fuss about a little push? Do you need to be so dramatic? You’re not having this baby today!"

That night, I nearly lost my life on the operating table due to childbirth complications. Meanwhile, Felix and the whole team celebrated the protégé’s promotion with glee.

When the doctor told me regretfully that the baby couldn’t be saved, I called my sister-in-law, Madeleine.

"You promised me, as long as I had the child, I could leave. Does that still stand?"

...

Madeleine paused before finally speaking:

"Alexandria, I’m at the hospital entrance. Can we talk face-to-face?"

With no choice, I ended the call. Moments later, Felix called, his voice cold, dripping with contempt: "Alexandria, where the hell are you?"

"Daphne nearly had a breakdown because of you. You must attend tomorrow night’s celebration and publicly apologize to her."

"If you don’t, you’ll drag the entire Garcia family down with you!"

He didn’t give me a chance to respond, abruptly hanging up. His words echoed chillingly in the silent hospital room.

Madeleine walked in just in time to hear those last words. Anger flared on her face, but seeing my pale complexion, her irritation subsided into a long sigh:

"Alexandria, I’m sorry."

I shook my head with a bitter smile:

"Sis, you have nothing to apologize for."

"Now that the child is gone, your health is at risk, and since you’ve decided, it’s time to divorce."

Tears welled up in Madeleine’s eyes.

"Our family owes you, and I promise to make sure Felix doesn’t harm your family."

Her promise lifted a weight off my shoulders, and I choked up:

"Thank you, sis."

Five years ago, my family’s business teetered on the brink of disaster. Madeleine came to me, offering the Garcia family's help in exchange for my marriage to Felix and bearing their heir.

At the time, Felix had a girlfriend, unaware that she was secretly selling company secrets. Madeleine uncovered her actions, orchestrating