My Water Broke, but a Secretary Manipulated My Husband

When I got pregnant, my husband fell for his young and delicate secretary. On New Year’s Eve, he and his secretary, who was dressed in a red gown, celebrated the holiday together in a private room in a club, toasting “good fortune.” When I barged in, the secretary lifted her pale neck adorned with red hickeys. “Don’t misunderstand us, Mrs. Remington! The New Year is coming and I’m helping Max get rid of bad luck to bring in good luck!” My husband glared at me and scolded me for disturbing his activities. “You’re pregnant and can’t meet my needs. I’m a normal man, Sophie. Lily’s just being considerate and helping out.”