My Ex’s Mistress Became My Husband’s Affair Chapter 03

My Ex’s Mistress Became My Husband’s Affair Chapter 03

Grant reached out toward my face, his expression drowning in sudden guilt.

“I’m sorry, I just—”

I slapped his hand away and threw the punch back with everything I had.

“I’ll call Sloane a bi//tch as much as I want. What are you going to do, kill me?”

“How good is she to you? Good enough for you and Vance to rush to be with her one after another?”

He didn’t fight back, letting me kick and scream at him until my vision blurred.

Everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed.

Grant was staring at a lab report, his face a mask of cold fury.

“You’re early enough,” he said, not even looking at me. “End this pregn@ncy. Now.”

I gripped the bedsheets, unable to recognize the man standing in front of me.

When Grant first confessed his feelings years ago, I thought it was a sick joke.

My own parents didn’t love me, so why would he?

I had been rotting away in a cramped apartment, waiting for the end.

But Grant didn’t give up on me.

When I lost my first baby, he spent weeks sourcing the best supplements and cooking every meal by hand.

He texted me every hour to make sure I hadn’t done something desperate.

If I didn’t reply within three hours, he’d be at my door, breathless and terrified for my safety.

I used to scream at him, calling him a psycho and dumping all my bitterness on his head.

He never got angry; he just looked relieved.

“Let it out, Skyler. If you keep that poison inside, you’ll never heal.”

Maybe it was the moonlight that night, or maybe his eyes were just too honest.

When he proposed again, I finally said yes.

After the wedding, he was perfect.

He shielded me from his parents’ pressure to conceive, telling me there was no rush.

But I knew how much Grant loved kids; I’d watched him play with his nieces and nephews for hours.

Our happiness made me crave a family of my own again.

When the test came back positive, I couldn’t wait to tell him—we were finally having a baby.

But the higher you climb, the harder the fall.

“It’s my baby too,” I hissed, refusing to back down. “Who are you to tell me to get rid of it?”

“If you don’t want to pay child support, fine. I’ll raise him myself!”

Grant slammed the report onto my lap.

“I can put up with your tantrums, Skyler.”

“But I’m not raising Vance’s child!”

I stared at him, my heart stopping in my chest.

“What are you saying? You think I cheated?”

He looked at me with pure disgust.

“Sloane told me. Vance was in the same city as you for work last month.”

I looked up in shock, but he wasn’t finished.

“And I know what you did back then. You dr//ugged Sloane to ruin her reputation.”

“You got caught and your parents kicked you out. You’ve been lying to me since day one.”

It felt like my throat was stuffed with wet cotton.

“So,” I rasped. “You think I’m a liar?”

Grant let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Aren’t you?”

Every word felt like a needle driving into my skin.

“I’ll give you a week to think about it,” he said.

“End this pregn@ncy…,and I’ll come back home in six months. We can start over.”

I didn’t blink. “I’m keeping this baby.”

Grant’s jaw tightened as he glared at me.

“Then you’d better get ready to regret it,” he spat.

The door slammed shut, and the tears finally broke.

Three years of sharing a bed meant nothing compared to a few whispers from his new plaything.