Chapter 1

My husband's mistress is pregnant.

My mother-in-law Mrs. Gibson urged me to be understanding: "Men will be men. It's normal for them to stray."

My husband Calvin even ordered me to vacate the master bedroom to welcome his mistress:

"If you dare hurt her or my son, I'll kill you!"

I didn't make a scene. Instead, I smiled gently: "Sure, I even bought her new sheets."

The next day, they came home excitedly after shopping for baby supplies, only to find a pregnant stranger sitting on the sofa.

Mrs. Gibson froze: "Who is this woman?"

I smiled as I introduced her: "Mom, this is Dad Anderson's mistress. You might not know this, but she's the one who's pregnant."

While cleaning under the master bedroom bed, I swept out a positive pregnancy test.

Looking at the two red lines, I fell into deep thought.

Calvin and I hadn't had sex in over half a year.

This pregnancy test wasn't mine.

Before I could throw this cursed thing into the trash, Mrs. Gibson pushed the door open.

She spotted the pregnancy test immediately. First she froze, then she lunged forward and snatched it from my hand, her presbyopic eyes bulging wider than saucers: "Oh my goodness, someone's pregnant?"

I was about to explain when she shot me a look of utter disdain:

"What are you looking at? I know it's not yours. You're a hen that hasn't laid an egg in three years. You'd never be so lucky!"

I laughed in anger: "If it's not mine, then why are you so excited?"

"Don't be stupid! If it's not yours, then it must belong to Calvin's mistress!"

Mrs. Gibson beamed with joy. "Men will be men. Which one doesn't stray? As long as she can bear an heir for the Peters family, she's done us a great service!"

Just then, Calvin pushed the door open.

Mrs. Gibson immediately rushed to him, holding up the pregnancy test like a treasure: "Calvin, be honest with me. Is your mistress Margaret pregnant?"

Calvin glanced at me guiltily.

But when he saw I wasn't making a scene and Mrs. Gibson looked overjoyed, his spine suddenly stiffened.

He nodded confidently: "Mom, since you already know, I won't hide it. Margaret is indeed pregnant. We just found out."

Standing to the side, I almost laughed out loud.

"Well done, you make me so proud!" Mrs. Gibson slapped her thigh excitedly.

"Since Margaret is carrying a child, we must bring her home to enjoy her rightful status!"

Calvin's eyes reddened with emotion: "Mom, you're so understanding! Margaret said she doesn't need a title, she just wants the baby to be healthy."

"The poor girl." Mrs. Gibson turned to look at me, her expression instantly changing.

"Elliot, since you can't give birth yourself, don't be jealous of Margaret. Clear out the master bedroom right now. We're bringing her home tomorrow to rest during her pregnancy!"

Calvin chimed in: "That's right, Elliot. Move to the guest room. The master bedroom gets better sunlight. Let Margaret have it. She's pregnant and needs the calcium from sunshine."

He paused, then warned me viciously: "You better behave yourself. If you dare lay a finger on Margaret or touch a single hair on my son's head, I'll kill you!"

I stared expressionlessly at this pair of despicable mother and son, hands in my pockets, quietly pressing the record button on my phone.

"So what you're saying is, as long as a mistress is pregnant with a Peters family child, she must be brought home and taken care of, never left to fend for herself?"

Mrs. Gibson lifted her chin: "Naturally!"

I continued: "And this child, even if illegitimate, must enjoy exactly the same inheritance rights as a legitimate child?"

Calvin stated firmly: "Obviously! He's Peters family blood. Who dares mistreat him?"

"Alright, I understand." I nodded, the corners of my mouth curving into a gentle smile.

"Of course. Since she's carrying a Peters heir, naturally we must treat her well with good food and drink."