Husband Cheating Scandal

One ordinary morning, as I was taking my kids to school, an unknown caller called me. They claimed my husband was at a hotel with a young model.

I immediately asked which paparazzo he was and how much he wanted.

Caught off guard, the caller said he would sell the exclusive scoop for 200,000 dollars and even livestream it for me. I gladly agreed, and with a quick move, I transferred the money to his account.

At the same time, my close friend Chloe Smith called, wondering if I wanted to catch them in the act.

I declined.

Instead, I sent the video to my husband's father, Paul Morgan and his mother, Sharon Morgan, on WhatsApp and cheerfully went home to prepare a grand dinner, awaiting the evening's drama.

My husband, Ethan Morgan, walked in beaming, arm around a woman who stood 5.5 feet tall.

I greeted them, "Is this your new flame?"

"Isn't she much prettier than you? Long legs, smooth skin, and so nice to fondle with."

I looked at the woman up and down, her eyes full of scorn. Ethan always had good taste in women, but this wasn't his lover, Angela Hill. It was our children's tutor.

"Ms. Carter, you really know how to climb the social ladder."

His mistress, our children's tutor Jessica Carter, emboldened by Ethan's affection, looked at me with disdain, the victorious challenger to a stay-at-home mom.

"Olivia, you should know your place. Tonight, I'll be resting in the villa with Ethan. You should stay at a hotel."

The door burst open, and Ethan's mother, Sharon, stormed in, slapping Ethan across the face. "How dare you! It's one thing to fool around, but to bring her home!"

"Mom, I've brought you a grandson. Jessica is four months pregnant."

I scoffed inwardly, thinking, "No wonder Ethan brought home Jessica, who he's grown tired of, instead of the new catch, Angela.

Does Jessica think she can replace me as Ethan's wife?"

Sharon's face fell, and she glanced at me and then took my hand, comforting, "Olivia, don't worry. You got my back. I won't let her have this child."

Upon hearing Sharon's words, Jessica cried, urine flowing, pleading, "Mrs. Morgan, it's too dangerous to abort at four months, and he's also a part of the Morgan family! I can stay away from the child, but please let me have him! My feelings for Ethan are real."

I thought to myself, "Real feelings?"

I chuckled softly, knowing well how little sincerity was worth in this world.

Sharon looked at me with pity and conflict in her eyes. I knew she wanted this child. Despite Ethan's antics, the child was innocent.

"Sharon..."

I feigned tears, looking tearfully at Sharon, pretending to urge her to ignore her compassion.

Ethan watched for a while, lit a cigarette, and then turned to Jessica crying. "My mom agrees. Get up. You shouldn't cry anymore."

Sharon, feeling guilty, immediately comforted me. "Olivia, you've suffered these years. But this child... You know, our family has always had only one heir. Another child means another heir, more support for Liam. Surrounding myself with grandchildren has always been my dream. Please, do this for me."

I nodded, appearing reluctant but secretly delighted. "Sharon, the child can be born, but I want Jessica out of here, never to see the child again."

"Fine, the child will be raised by me once born."

Three years ago, Ethan had a car accident.

I rushed to the hospital, leaving our child, Liam Morgan, behind, filled with worry. The officer told me Ethan was distracted by flirting with his secretary in the car, too excited and crashed into an oncoming truck.

The officer showed me the scene photos. Ethan was naked with his bare legs in the driver's seat, his secretary sprawled over him, her arm trapped, and his face flushed red.

Seeing these provocative photos, I felt a chill, immediately arranged for Ethan to have a vasectomy, and then lied it was a consequence of the accident.

I thought to myself, "A vasectomized Ethan has lost his fertility. Whose child is Jessica carrying?"

I eagerly saw Sharon off and then had the maid prepare the guest room for their stay.