The Mistress, The Baby, And The CEO's Wife

I flew from Texas to Boston, a bouquet of yellow roses beside me, ready to surprise Chloe for our fifth anniversary.

I imagined her delight, the simple life waiting for us back home.

But when I used her spare key and found her in that sterile city apartment, the surprise was all mine.

Chloe was heavily pregnant.

The roses fell as she confessed: our five years of shared sadness over infertility was a lie.

This baby wasn't ours; it was for her ex, Julian, who allegedly had a terminal illness.