My Unfaithful Husband Never Knew I Was Pregnant With His Enemy‘s Baby

Synopsis

The candlelight flickered across Christopher's face, casting shadows that seemed to deepen the distance between us. Five years of marriage had taught me to read the subtle shifts in his expression—the slight tightening around his eyes, the calculated casualness in his posture as he swirled his wine. Something was coming. I'd known it for months. "Sarah and I have been making excellent progress on the Westfield account," he remarked, slicing into his steak with practiced precision. "She's been invaluable during these late nights." I nodded, my fork pausing midway to my mouth. Sarah Thompson. His assistant. The name that had been appearing in our conversations with increasing frequency over the past six months. The woman whose perfume I'd detected on his shirts. The reason for the growing hollowness in my chest. "I'm sure she has," I replied, my voice steady despite the familiar ache spreading beneath my ribs. I took a sip of wine, letting the bitter notes linger on my tongue. "The Westfield project seems quite... demanding." Christopher's eyes flickered up to mine, searching for accusation, for the jealousy or hurt he expected. Finding none, he seemed almost disappointed. The silence between us stretched, filled only by the soft clink of silverware against china. "Isabella," he finally said, setting down his knife and fork with deliberate care. "I think we should talk about our arrangement." Our arrangement. As if our marriage had been nothing more than a business contract all along. Perhaps it had become just that—a cold transaction of appearances and shared real estate. "I'm listening,"