Her Boyfriend Is My Husband of Ten Years

My car was rear-ended. The other driver was a young and beautiful woman, heavily pregnant—eight months along—and incredibly arrogant. Not only did she refuse to apologize, but she also told me to wait. She turned around, crying into her phone.

“Honey, come quick! I’m being bullied!” she said.

Half an hour later, my husband of ten years, Edward showed up with his assistant. The man who had told me he was at home making soup for me, the man I believed loved me deeply, now he appeared with a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, slightly out of breath, clearly having rushed out of the house without even changing. He was still wearing the housecoat and slippers I had bought for him.

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At first, I thought Edward had come for me, but I hadn’t even called him yet. Confused, I wondered how he knew I’d been in an accident. But then I saw him—looking anxious—walked straight toward the pregnant driver without even noticing me in the crowd.

The woman’s eyes lit up when she saw him. She threw herself into his arms, her eyes red and tearful, as if she had been terribly wronged.

“Honey! You’re finally here!” she cried, her voice soft and sweet—completely different from her earlier arrogant demeanor.

“Are you hurt? Is the baby okay?” Edward asked, his eyes fixed on her swollen belly, full of concern.

I stood there, clutching my phone, unable to believe what I was seeing. And yet, I had to face the truth. The husband I thought loved me so deeply had not only cheated on me but had fathered a child with this woman—a child who was at least seven or eight months along. And I had been completely unaware. The joy I had felt about my own pregnancy had vanished long ago.

At that moment, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over me, chilling me to the bone. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I winced, placing a hand over my belly.

“Honey, my stomach hurts,” the woman whimpered.

Edward’s expression changed instantly. He lifted her into his arms.

“I’ll take Lilian to the hospital. You stay and handle things here.” He instructed his assistant before hurrying off.

From start to finish, Edwards’s attention was entirely on Lilian, the pregnant woman. He hadn’t even realized that the person involved in the accident was his wife of ten years.

After they left, the assistant scanned the crowd, looking for the driver who had been rear-ended. The crowd parted, revealing me standing in the middle.

“Madam?” the assistant said, his eyes widening in shock as he recognized me and the white Lincoln behind me.

I realized then that I was the “bully” Lilian had been talking about. I followed the assistant’s gaze, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.

This car was the one Edward had personally picked out for me, saying its performance and design were perfect for women. It had been hidden by the crowd earlier, which was why Edward hadn’t noticed it. But even if he had seen it, I doubted he would have recognized it as mine. His attention had been entirely focused on the young, beautiful woman.

The concern in his eyes had been so genuine, just like the way he used to look at me when I was sick or upset. I had foolishly believed that this man loved me deeply.

Today, I realized that a man’s love and care can be divided into many parts and his deep affection might not be just for you.