He Made Me Serve His Pregnant Mistress

In the third year of our marriage, my husband brought home a heavily pregnant woman.

She wore a cheap, frayed tank top, her belly swelling proudly.

Ethan had a smug grin plastered across his face.

"She's carrying my baby boy. Starting tomorrow, quit your job to take care of her. And hand-wash her underwear every day."

Fury surged through my veins. I stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a heavy chef's knife, and marched back out.

"In your fucking dreams! I'll chop both of you cheating bastards into pieces right now!"