When the Mistress Became His Problem

Synopsis

When David got a phone call during my prenatal checkup, his face turned pale instantly. He looked at me with pain in his eyes. "Brenna, Marta is leaving the country. She's never coming back. I have to go say goodbye to her." I gently stroked my belly, watching him quietly. "Do you really have to go?" David's voice trembled as he avoided my gaze. "Brenna, I'll be a good husband from now on. The three of us—our family—we'll be happy together." With that, he left without looking back. He didn't see me collapse to the floor behind him. In the operating room, the doctor shook his head and said with regret: "I'm afraid we can't save the baby." I closed my eyes and nodded. The baby was gone. And I was done with David too. Marta's name had become forbidden territory between David and me. It had been a long time since anyone mentioned it. Hearing it again today felt almost surreal, like a lifetime had passed. David's expression was conflicted and pained. Just like when he knelt before me, begging for forgiveness. He had sworn to heaven, promising me he would cut all ties with Marta. "Do you really have to go?" My voice didn't even sound like my own—surprisingly calm. But David had already left without looking back. His figure was resolute and decisive. I laughed. A sudden pain shot through my abdomen, and blood pooled on the floor. This child couldn't be saved after all. After the surgery, I returned home with a deathly pale face. The house was pitch dark. David hadn't come back. No phone call. No message. I curled my lips in mockery. Where David was, it went without saying. Just as I was