“YOUR BABY ISN’T HIS, BUT HE CAN NEVER KNOW…” – MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS CONFESSED EVERYTHING IN THE HOSPITAL

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“Two months along. It’s a delicate stage for the baby. Please make sure you get plenty of rest.”
 
“I will once this deal is done. Three more days.”
 
“Okay. See you next appointment.”
 
“Yes. See you then. Please read the leaflet and for anything, just drop me an email.”
 
“Thank you.”
 
The nurse called out.
 
“Miss Khloe Mitchell, it’s your turn.”
 
I watched from my seat in the waiting room as my husband Jeremy turned to his ex-girlfriend and asked.
 
“Khloe, do you mind coming in with me?”
 
“Sure,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.
 
And then she saw me. Her eyes met mine through the glass partition, and the corners of her mouth curled into the smallest, most poisonous smile I had ever seen.
 
The elderly woman beside me clicked her tongue approvingly.
 
“Mr. Collins, you’re very nice. Accompany your wife for checkups. That’s very sweet. One of our patients just left—she always comes alone and looks exhausted. Looks like her husband couldn’t care less.”
 
“Luckily for me, Jeremy cares,” Khloe said, loud enough for the entire waiting room to hear.
 
I stood up. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else.
 
“Doctor, how’s the baby?” Khloe asked, still playing her part perfectly.
 
“Not to worry. The baby’s very healthy.”
 
Jeremy got his ex-girlfriend Khloe pregnant.
 
And I was supposed to just accept it. Smile through it. Be the understanding wife while my husband paraded his mistress through prenatal appointments like I didn’t exist.
 
“Jeremy,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
 
He spun around.
 
“Victoria? What—”
 
“What are you doing here, Victoria?”
 
His mother appeared from nowhere, her face twisted with that familiar look of disdain she’d worn every single day of our three-year marriage.
 
“I don’t understand,” I said, my voice cracking despite every effort to keep it steady.
 
“I’m your wife. How could you?”
 
“Victoria, just calm down—”
 
“Don’t touch me.”
 
I stepped back, and the room started spinning. The fluorescent lights blurred. The antiseptic smell of the hospital suddenly felt suffocating.
 
“I’m not feeling too well,” I managed.
 
“Doctor, doctor, check on her, please,” Jeremy said, and for a moment I almost believed he cared.
 
The doctor rushed over, checked my pulse, my pupils.
 
“The baby will be fine. Don’t worry. I will prescribe you some medications. You can wait here.”
 
“I’m going to get some air,” I said.
 
I pushed through the doors into the corridor, but before I could take three steps, Khloe’s voice stopped me cold.
 
“You know what, Victoria? Jeremy was never yours to begin with.”
 
I turned. She stood there, one hand resting on her pregnant belly like it was a trophy.
 
“I’m his high school sweetheart. If it weren’t for you, I’d be his wife already.”
 
“You are out of your mind.”
 
“You can be in denial all you want, but for him, you’re just a convenience. He got together with you because I was away.”
 
“You left him three years ago because he went bankrupt. The only reason you’re back is because the business is doing well. I’m right, aren’t I?”
 
Her smile faltered. Just for a fraction of a second.
 
“You bitch.”
 
And then she slapped me.
 
Hard. Across the face. The sound echoed down the empty corridor.
 
I stood there, my cheek stinging, staring at this woman who had destroyed my marriage and now had the audacity to assault me in a hospital.
 
“Are you insane?” I said, my voice dangerously calm.
 
“I’m a pregnant woman. You hit me.”
 
“You might be smart, but even so, it doesn’t matter. Jeremy’s choosing me. I’m carrying his child.”
 
She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper so only I could hear.
 
“Actually, the baby’s not his. But I won’t let anyone find out the truth. Jeremy and I were both drunk that night. I’m sorry, Victoria, but the baby is innocent.”
 
The world stopped.
 
The baby wasn’t Jeremy’s.
 
She had just confessed to me, of all people, that she was trapping my husband with another man’s child.
 
I didn’t react. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I simply filed that information away like a weapon waiting to be used.
 
“Are you okay?” Jeremy appeared, breathless.
 
“Can’t you see she’s just faking?” Khloe said, her voice instantly shifting back to victim mode.
 
“Don’t make a scene,” he said to me.
 
“I’m making a scene?” I laughed, bitter and broken.
 
“Did you or did you not sleep with her?”
 
He looked at the floor. Then at Khloe. Then back at me.
 
“Yeah.”
 
One word. One syllable. Three years of marriage destroyed in a single breath.
 
“I thought so,” I said.
 
“I want a divorce.”
 
Three days later, I sat in my lawyer’s office, staring at divorce papers I never imagined I’d see.
 
“Victoria, Khloe told me everything,” my mother-in-law’s voice rang in my memory.
 
“How could you hurt Khloe? Do you know she’s pregnant?”
 
“You knew about Jeremy’s affair?”
 
“Khloe has been helping him. She’s been doing a lot for this family. You haven’t lifted a finger. It would only be fair to Jeremy if you got a divorce. Jeremy wants you to sign these and get out.”
 
Get out. Like I was a tenant who’d overstayed my lease.
 
I looked down at the papers. Then at the woman who had made my life miserable for three years.
 
“We’ll speak about the divorce ourselves. Thank you.”
 
“Not so fast. Sign them. You won’t leave until it’s over.”
 
My own mother appeared then, God knows who called her and suddenly the room erupted into chaos.

“Victoria, stop it. What are you doing to my mother?”

“Are you blind? Did you see what she just did to me?”

“You assaulted my mother.”

“Look at this. Don’t make such a fuss.”

Jeremy’s phone rang, cutting through the noise.

“What’s going on?” he answered, then his expression shifted. “Okay. Okay, I got it. Pinnacle Group just put forward a deal worth ten billion dollars for our company. We’ll sign in three.”

“That’s fantastic news,” his mother gushed.

“Oh, Khloe is good luck.”

“I’m the one that handed over that deal for ten billion,” I said quietly.

“Khloe has nothing to do with it.”

Silence.

Then laughter. From Khloe. From his mother. Even Jeremy looked at me with something between pity and embarrassment.

“What? You run the Pinnacle Group now?” Khloe mocked.

“I do.”

More laughter.

“Victoria, come on. Pinnacle Group is one of the biggest companies in the world. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“Jeremy, why not put Khloe in charge of this billion-dollar project?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, just stay out of it. You’re not part of this family anymore.”

“Mom, stop this.”

“Just get out.”

“Sign this and I will leave without taking a penny.”

I pushed the divorce papers across the table.

Jeremy froze.

“You prepared divorce papers?”

“Didn’t you tell her to do it?”

“What? No. That’s crazy. I never asked her to do that. When we had our wedding day, I made a commitment. I committed myself to you. I’ve always just wanted you.”

“You had an affair, Jeremy.”

“No, it’s not like that. Just listen to me.”

“You’re insane. You were in the hospital with her for a prenatal checkup. I saw both of you.”

“Sign it and I will leave.”

“No, Victoria, don’t. You wouldn’t survive without me.”

“I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I’m not signing them.”

“Whatever. I’m leaving anyway.”

“Hold on a minute.”

I stopped. Turned.

“What else do you want?”

“The clothes you’re wearing—Jeremy bought them for you. Since you’re leaving with nothing, take them off.”

The room went silent.

I looked at my mother-in-law’s smug face. At Khloe’s barely concealed glee. At Jeremy, who said nothing.

“Fine,” I said. “Take it all.”

I removed my jacket—the one Jeremy bought me on our first anniversary when it was raining and we’d ducked into a little shop to stay dry. My earrings—won at a raffle during our first anniversary dinner. My bracelet—a gift from the early days when he still looked at me like I was his entire world.

Each piece was a memory. Each memory was now ash.

“Cora, don’t,” my mother pleaded.

But it was too late. I placed the last piece on the table and walked out.

“Victoria, is this why you’re leaving me? You’ve been seeing someone else?”

I spun around to find Jeremy standing in the parking lot, staring at the car where Daniel—my brother, my deputy CEO, my rock through all of this—was waiting for me.

“She’s been seeing him all this time,” Khloe’s voice chimed in from behind him.

“Jeremy, she doesn’t deserve you,” his mother added. “I’ll always be here for you.”

I didn’t correct them. Let them think what they wanted. Let them believe I was the villain in their little drama.

Because the truth was so much bigger than they could imagine.

And it was about to destroy them.

Two weeks later, the Pinnacle Group signing ceremony was the most anticipated business event of the year. The entire Collins family showed up—Jeremy, his mother, and of course, Khloe, who had somehow convinced everyone she was responsible for the ten-billion-dollar deal.

“This is it,” Jeremy’s mother said, practically vibrating with excitement.

“The Collins Group will finally get the recognition it deserves.”

“Don’t worry, Jeremy,” Khloe added.

“My uncle will be in today. The contract is practically in the bag.”

I watched them from across the room. They hadn’t seen me yet. They didn’t know I was there.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Pinnacle Group CEO has just arrived.”

The crowd parted, and I walked through.

The look on Jeremy’s face when he saw me—confusion, then disbelief, then dawning horror—was worth more than any ten-billion-dollar deal.

“No way,” Khloe breathed.

“What the heck is Victoria doing here?” Jeremy’s mother hissed.

“Isn’t that the man from the car?” Jeremy added, spotting Daniel beside me.

“Victoria, we’re not divorced yet. You are so shameless.”

“Me shameless? You got your mistress pregnant and you want to call me shameless?”

The crowd murmured. Phones came out. This was going to be the scandal of the year.

“So Mr. Collins isn’t so squeaky clean after all,” someone whispered.

“That woman is his mistress. Interesting.”

“You bitch. How dare you start nasty rumors about us in front of all these people.”

Khloe lunged at me, but I stepped back smoothly.

“You are not going to bully me again.”

“Victoria, relax. She’s pregnant,” Jeremy said, as if that excused everything.

“Victoria was defending herself. You accuse her and she’s done nothing wrong,” Daniel cut in.

“This is a family affair. It’s none of your damn business.”

“Your manners are terrible and you have no qualifications to sign the contract for the Pinnacle Group.”

“How dare you speak to us like that? We have business with the Pinnacle Group. We’re their guests. Security!”

“Not so fast.”

I stepped forward, and the room fell silent.

“The Pinnacle Group will not be involved in any projects with the Collins family or Ms. Mitchell.”

Gasps. Whispers. Disbelief.

“And who do you think you are in the Pinnacle Group? Canceling a ten-billion-dollar project like it’s nothing?”

I smiled.

“Because I am the CEO.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

“No way,” Khloe whispered.

“My uncle is a director at the Pinnacle Group. He’d know the CEO. You’re just a liar.”

“Your uncle?” Daniel stepped forward.

“Let me introduce myself properly. I’m Daniel Harrison, Deputy CEO of Pinnacle Group. And Victoria is my younger sister.”

“Your younger sister?”

“Not just that. Victoria single-handedly founded the Pinnacle Group. She’s the CEO.”

I watched their faces crumble. Jeremy’s mother went pale. Khloe looked like she might vomit. And Jeremy—Jeremy just stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

“Victoria,” he whispered.

“You’re the CEO of Pinnacle Group. Why didn’t you tell me all this time? Why keep it a secret?”

“Three years ago,” Daniel said, “the Collins Group was on the brink of bankruptcy. Victoria sacrificed everything. She married you to save you.”

“What are you saying?”

“She’s been providing resources secretly to the Collins Group for years. Without her, you are nothing.”

“No, Jeremy. Don’t listen to him. She must have paid him to deceive you.”

Khloe was desperate now, her voice shrill and panicked.

“You’re the liar here,” I said calmly.

“Why not tell everyone who the real father of your baby is?”

The room erupted.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let me introduce you all to the guy in that picture. The real father of Khloe’s baby.”

A man stepped forward from the crowd—Khloe’s former lover, the one she’d been with overseas, the one who had gotten her pregnant before she came crawling back to Jeremy.

“No, it’s not what it looks like,” she stammered.

“How do you explain these photos? You lied to me this entire time.”

“It’s all a setup. She set me up. I don’t even know this guy. You have to believe me, Jeremy.”

“Khloe, you told me I was the father. Why did you lie to me?”

“Jeremy, no—”

“You lied to me! Why? You ruined my life. You ruined my marriage. You made me hurt Victoria.”

“I did it because I love you. I didn’t want Victoria to take you away from me. Remember who risked everything to take you out of that fire? Please.”

“How could you bring up the fire?” I cut in.

“Victoria saved me. Not you.”

The room went cold.

“What are you trying to say?”

“If you hadn’t taken credit for it, I wouldn’t have thought that you’d done it. But you did it. You ruined my life. You made me believe something that’s not true. You ruined Victoria. You made me hurt Victoria.”

The police arrived within minutes. Khloe was arrested for fraud, conspiracy, and attempted murder—because yes, she’d also hired someone to attack me, hoping to eliminate the competition permanently.

As they dragged her away, she screamed Jeremy’s name, over and over, but he didn’t turn around.

He was looking at me.

“Victoria, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice broken.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know about any of it.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Can we—can we start over? Please?”

I looked at him. Really looked. The man I had loved. The man who had hurt me more than anyone ever could. The man who had been manipulated and deceived just as much as I had.

But love isn’t always enough to repair what’s been broken.

“Jeremy, so much has happened. Khloe’s done so much damage. How can we recover from that?”

“I’m sorry that all this has happened. I just want to give us another chance.”

I shook my head slowly.

“I should go.”

“Here’s something for you.”

He handed me a small box. Inside was the bracelet I’d left behind—the one from our first anniversary. He’d had it repaired.

“Victoria, I know our relationship would be like this gown now. They may be fixed, but there will always be marks. I can’t change what’s happened, but I’ll always be there for you. I’ll always love you.”

I closed the box.

“Me too,” I said softly.

“But I don’t want to get back to my old life. I want to run my own company again. I want to be Avery Hallifax again. I don’t want to be Victoria Collins anymore.”

He nodded, understanding in his eyes even through the pain.

“As head of your own company, you must understand—I’ll always be here for you.”

“Me too.”

I turned to leave, then paused.

“Maybe we could collaborate in the future.”

A hint of a smile crossed his face.

“Maybe we could.”

Six months later, Pinnacle Group announced its largest fashion collaboration in history—with Avery Hallifax, the designer who had come out of retirement to reclaim her name and her legacy.

The Collins Group, humbled and restructured, became a minority partner in the deal.

Khloe Mitchell was serving a fifteen-year sentence for fraud, attempted murder, and conspiracy.

And me? I stood at the window of my corner office, looking out over the Seattle skyline, a cup of coffee in my hand and peace in my heart.

Some betrayals break you. Some make you stronger.

This one made me unstoppable.

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