Discovering My Husband’s Child With Another Woman

Chapter 1

I was left alone on the stage,

When the last person left, I sat on the cold steps in my gown, suffocating under the weight of grief and humiliation. My hands tore the veil from my head and flung it aside.

Today was supposed to be the most important day of my life. Mickey once swore he'd give me the wedding of a lifetime.

Just a week ago, we were happily choosing rings engraved with each other’s names.

But even seven years of shared silence couldn’t melt a heart that never belonged to me.

I returned to the house we’d lived in for seven years, slowly changed out of the wedding dress, and tried to pull myself together.

Then, I heard the door unlock.

To my disbelief, Mickey walked in—and Kate and her son were with him.

I stared, stunned, my voice barely escaping my lips.

“Mickey, what is this? Are you really bringing them into our home? What about me?”

He set down the last suitcase and replied flatly.

“Clara, don’t overthink it. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just couldn’t let them keep living in that run-down rental.”

It hit me then—he truly didn’t care.

He abandoned me at the altar, then moved them in without hesitation.

I thought I at least deserved an explanation. But what I got instead was a slap of reality.

Tears stung my eyes as I forced myself to breathe.

“Is this your way of pushing me out? If you want a divorce, just say it. Don’t humiliate me like this.”

He turned, his voice sharp.

“Didn’t I make it clear today? Kate is the one I want to marry. You were just a stand-in. Know your place—or I will throw you out.”

Kate sobbed and clutched her son.

“I’m sorry. If I hadn’t shown up, you and Clara might still be fine. But I couldn’t bear to let your family use our child against you. That’s why I brought him to you. I never meant to ruin your life.”

Mickey wrapped an arm around her, speaking gently.

“Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. I was wrong to let you go for the sake of my family’s reputation. Remember? When I nearly drowned in that surf accident, you saved me. I owe you everything.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

Her eyes shifted evasively.

I let out a bitter laugh.

“So you saved his life, Kate? And that’s why I’m being discarded like trash? Thank you—thank you so much for your heroism.”

Before I could say another word, a sharp slap stung across my face.

Mickey glared at me.

“Don’t you dare speak to her like that. You scared her. If you can’t stand them being here, go live in the storage room.”

Chapter 2

I stared at Mickey in disbelief, my whole body trembling with rage.

“You’re kicking me out?”

My outburst made him falter, and his tone softened.

“That’s not what I meant. I married you, didn’t I? I’ll take care of you. But stay out of things that don’t concern you. Just… focus on your role.”

“My role…” I echoed bitterly, laughing in despair. “What do you think I am, Mickey? Just a worthless woman living off your scraps?”

He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he handed me a velvet box with a set of glittering diamond necklaces.

“This is your compensation. Don’t cause a scene at the wedding. Kate is the woman I love. We’ll be living under the same roof now, so keep your jealousy and bitterness to yourself.”

His words were like daggers. My mind spun, my body numb. I felt like a brittle leaf—just one more gust and I’d crumble into nothing.

Mickey, clearly annoyed by my silence, turned away and led Kate and their son upstairs to the master bedroom. Moments later, my luggage came flying down, piece by piece, landing with a thud.

“You’re moving to the guest room. The master bedroom now belongs to Kate,” he said flatly.

I collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Seven years of a secret marriage, and this is how it ends—discarded like trash.

As if preparing for a celebration, Mickey took his son to the supermarket to shop for a “family” dinner.

Before leaving, he gave me a cold warning: “Take care of Kate. Don’t go upstairs until I get back.”

With just the two of us in the house, Kate changed into her loungewear, her slightly rounded belly silently declaring her dominance. From upstairs, she called my name sharply.

“Clara, I want freshly squeezed orange juice. Bring it up. If you don’t, I’ll have Mickey give your dog away. I’m pregnant—I can’t be around pets.”

That dog… I raised him for six years. After Mickey told me he wanted a child-free lifestyle, I got the golden retriever and treated him like my own child. We were inseparable.

And now, she used him to threaten me.

I squeezed the juice, walked upstairs, and as I handed her the glass, Kate suddenly yanked my arm and spun around.

The juice flew through the air, crashing to the floor below.

She screamed. Her footing gave way, and she tumbled down the stairs.

“Ah—my stomach!”

She lay at the bottom, groaning, blood trickling from her forehead.

Just then, Mickey and his son walked through the door.

He dropped the grocery bags and rushed to her side.

“Mickey… my stomach… the baby…”

“You’ll be okay. Hang on—I’ll take you to the hospital.”

As he scooped her into his arms, his eyes locked on me. The fury in his gaze could tear flesh from bone.

I stood frozen, stunned and speechless.

He barked an order at the driver, dragging me along to the hospital like a criminal.

After Kate was wheeled into the emergency room, Mickey turned and slapped me so hard I fell, tasting blood.

“Clara! I never thought you’d stoop this low. You’re jealous she’s carrying my child, so you pushed her down the stairs? You tried to kill my baby? No wonder she begged me to keep you away at the wedding. Tell me! What have you done to her before this?!”

Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head, voice trembling.

“No—I didn’t do anything. She slipped on her own. Please… ask her when she wakes up. She’ll tell you.”

But he didn’t care.

“Confess now, or I’ll have your dog cooked and served to you. Still not enough? Your best friend Myrtle works for me—she just made manager. Think she’s safe?”

My head shook violently, the panic suffocating me.

“Please… don’t hurt them. I swear I didn’t push her. I barely knew her before the wedding… I don’t know anything…”

I sobbed, but his eyes only grew darker.

Chapter 3

“Since you refuse to admit the truth, we’ll wait until Kate wakes up. But don’t think I’ll let you off so easily. If you want to lessen your guilt, kneel at the door of the operating room and pray that Kate and her baby survive.”

Forced by Mickey, I knelt outside the operating room. Doctors and nurses passed by, averting their eyes and quickening their pace, as if my presence was something shameful.

I remained on my knees for three excruciating hours until Kate was finally wheeled out, unconscious.

The doctor delivered the devastating news to Mickey: Kate’s fall from a height had caused severe abdominal trauma. The baby couldn’t be saved. Worse, the impact had led to massive bleeding and serious damage to her uterus.

Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head, terrified by the hatred in Mickey’s eyes.

Back in the ward, he didn’t say a word to me. He sat silently by Kate’s bedside, his expression a mixture of sorrow and restraint.

I stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed.

All night, without water or food, I remained there, my body weakening, my vision blurring from hunger and grief.

By morning, Kate stirred awake. Her teary eyes searched for Mickey and found him sitting beside her.

“I’m sorry... I failed to protect our child. It’s my fault—I insisted on drinking freshly squeezed orange juice...” she wept.

I spoke up from my place on the floor, startling her.

“Kate, please... tell Mickey the truth. I didn’t push you down the stairs, right?”

Her eyes widened in shock, as if she had forgotten I was even there. Trembling, she responded, “Yes... no... it was my fault. I didn’t hold the railing properly. I believe Clara would never harm our baby.”

Her shaky defense only deepened Mickey’s suspicions.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here. Just tell the truth, okay?”

Tears welled up in Kate’s eyes as she hesitated, then broke down completely.

“I’m sorry, Mickey... I lied. I didn’t want to ruin your life with Clara, so I said it was my fault. But she’s the one who pushed me. One month before the wedding, she threatened me—said if I kept the baby, she’d make sure we disappeared.”

She clung to him, crying even harder.

“She only agreed to live childless with you because her uterus was damaged and she couldn’t give you a child. I felt so sorry for you, for the family you gave up. That’s why I promised to protect our child... but in the end, she killed him!”

Her sobs echoed in the room as Mickey’s fury surged. He glared at me, his eyes burning with rage.

“You pushed her down the stairs?” he demanded.

Kate nodded, trembling. “She did.”

I was stunned, my chest tight with disbelief.

“She’s lying! She asked me to get her orange juice! I only helped her upstairs because she said she wanted some—I didn’t push her!”

But my hoarse voice fell on deaf ears. Mickey didn’t even look at me. He just hugged Kate tighter, soothing her.

Tears blurred my vision. My lips trembled as I bit down hard to keep from crying out loud.

Then, Mickey stood up and towered over me, his expression venomous.

“You’re still denying it? Kate showed up on our wedding day crying and screaming about her child—and now I see why! How could I have loved someone so cruel?”

His fury built with every word. His fists clenched, muscles in his jaw twitching with restrained violence.

Before I could defend myself again, he suddenly kicked me in the stomach.

“Aaah!”

A guttural scream ripped from my throat. My entire body crumpled. My stomach twisted in agony, my breath stolen by the pain.

“You destroyed our child,” he spat. “I gave up being a father because of you. Seven years of child-free life, all because you told me your uterus was damaged. I stood by you out of love—but now that lie is the weapon you used to kill my child!”

I clutched my abdomen, barely able to breathe, the pain unbearable.

“I didn’t! I swear I didn’t! Mickey, why won’t you believe me?”

I wanted to tell him the truth—that my injury came from diving into freezing waters to save his life—but the words wouldn’t come.

A violent cough wracked my body. Then came the taste of blood—metallic and warm—as it spilled from my lips onto the floor.

Mickey froze.

“Clara?” he said uncertainly, panicked. “Don’t you dare fake it!”

I collapsed fully, soaked in cold sweat, my body shivering.

Then he saw the blood staining my pants.

Panic overwhelmed his face.

He scooped me into his arms and ran from the ward, my consciousness fading with every step.