My Infertile Husband’s Mistress Is Having His Baby

We had been married for three years. In that time, Davies Osment had always been attentive and gentle in every way—except in bed, where he remained restrained and distant.

But one past midnight, I received a few messages he accidentally sent and then immediately unsent.

[Baby, my wife won’t be home tomorrow. Come over. Don’t forget the new lace set.]

[Don’t worry, I’ll divorce her soon. The family needs an heir after all. It’s not my fault she can’t bear children.]

The words glared back at me from the screen. I thought of his usual soft eyes, his practiced tenderness, and bile rose in my…