His Pregnant Mistress Stole My Life

Synopsis

I noticed it first in late October—Alexander's increasingly frequent trips to his brother's suburban home. Always with the same excuse: 'Victoria needs help adjusting.' My husband, ever the noble one, stepping up to care for his brother's widow after the tragedy in Afghanistan. At first, I admired his dedication. But something changed in his eyes when he spoke about her. A softness that hadn't been there before. "She still thinks I'm him sometimes," Alexander explained one night, his voice low as he loosened his tie. "The doctors say her amnesia might be temporary, but for now..." He hesitated, not meeting my eyes. "For now, she needs stability." "Of course," I said, ignoring the uneasy flutter in my stomach. "Whatever she needs." But the visits grew longer. The late-night phone calls more frequent.