My Husband Gave My Heirloom To His Mistress

Synopsis

In the fifteenth year of my marriage to Richard Thompson, his mistress showed up at our door, pregnant and demanding recognition. He thought I would do something to that girl who looked so much like me, so he stood there with a cold face, shielding her behind me. "I was wrong to promise you we'd be childfree after marriage. But every man wants his own child as he gets older. "Angelina, don't throw a tantrum. I only see her as a means to have a child. The one I love has always been you," he said. I calmly signed my name on the divorce papers and told Richard I was going to visit my family. Richard, holding the startled girl, sneered, "Angelina, your family is all dead. You only have me left." I silently met his gaze, and he quickly looked away, his eyes filled only with the girl in his arms. He said, "Well, let's get a fake divorce for now. Once Chana gives birth, I'll remarry you. "She's sensitive during pregnancy, so I'll let her be Mrs. Thompson for a few months." What Richard didn't know was that I was dying. There would be no reconciliation between us.