He Wanted Me to Feed His Mistress’s Child

On the fifth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband suddenly brought his mistress into the VIP postpartum suite.

He yanked off my blanket and forcibly exposed my engorged chest to the air.

"Her kid just got weaned and is throwing tantrums. You've got plenty of milk---hurry up and pump a bowl to feed him!"

He moved toward me with a breast pump without any regard, his eyes looking at me like I was a free dairy cow.

I desperately tried to cover my chest, but he pinned my wrists to the bed with a death grip.