One ordinary morning, as I was taking my kids to school, an unknown caller called me. They claimed my husband was at a hotel with a young model.

I immediately asked which paparazzo he was and how much he wanted.

Caught off guard, the caller said he would sell the exclusive scoop for 200,000 dollars and even livestream it for me. I gladly agreed, and with a quick move, I transferred the money to his account.

At the same time, my close friend Chloe Smith called, wondering if I wanted to catch them in the act.

I declined.

Instead, I sent the video to my husband's father, Paul Morgan and his mother, Sharon Morgan, on WhatsApp and cheerfully went home to prepare a grand dinner, awaiting the evening's drama.

My husband, Ethan Morgan, walked in beaming, arm around a woman who stood 5.5 feet tall.

I greeted them, "Is this your new flame?"

"Isn't she much prettier than you? Long legs, smooth skin, and so nice to fondle with."

I looked at the woman up and down, her eyes full of scorn. Ethan always had good taste in women, but this wasn't his lover, Angela Hill. It was our children's tutor.

"Ms. Carter, you really know how to climb the social ladder."

His mistress, our children's tutor Jessica Carter, emboldened by Ethan's affection, looked at me with disdain, the victorious challenger to a stay-at-home mom.

"Olivia, you should know your place. Tonight, I'll be resting in the villa with Ethan. You should stay at a hotel."

The door burst open, and Ethan's mother, Sharon, stormed in, slapping Ethan across the face. "How dare you! It's one thing to fool around, but to bring her home!"

"Mom, I've brought you a grandson. Jessica is four months pregnant."

I scoffed inwardly, thinking, "No wonder Ethan brought home Jessica, who he's grown tired of, instead of the new catch, Angela.

Does Jessica think she can replace me as Ethan's wife?"

Sharon's face fell, and she glanced at me and then took my hand, comforting, "Olivia, don't worry. You got my back. I won't let her have this child."

Upon hearing Sharon's words, Jessica cried, urine flowing, pleading, "Mrs. Morgan, it's too dangerous to abort at four months, and he's also a part of the Morgan family! I can stay away from the child, but please let me have him! My feelings for Ethan are real."

I thought to myself, "Real feelings?"

I chuckled softly, knowing well how little sincerity was worth in this world.

Sharon looked at me with pity and conflict in her eyes. I knew she wanted this child. Despite Ethan's antics, the child was innocent.

"Sharon..."

I feigned tears, looking tearfully at Sharon, pretending to urge her to ignore her compassion.

Ethan watched for a while, lit a cigarette, and then turned to Jessica crying. "My mom agrees. Get up. You shouldn't cry anymore."

Sharon, feeling guilty, immediately comforted me. "Olivia, you've suffered these years. But this child... You know, our family has always had only one heir. Another child means another heir, more support for Liam. Surrounding myself with grandchildren has always been my dream. Please, do this for me."

I nodded, appearing reluctant but secretly delighted. "Sharon, the child can be born, but I want Jessica out of here, never to see the child again."

"Fine, the child will be raised by me once born."

Three years ago, Ethan had a car accident.

I rushed to the hospital, leaving our child, Liam Morgan, behind, filled with worry. The officer told me Ethan was distracted by flirting with his secretary in the car, too excited and crashed into an oncoming truck.

The officer showed me the scene photos. Ethan was naked with his bare legs in the driver's seat, his secretary sprawled over him, her arm trapped, and his face flushed red.

Seeing these provocative photos, I felt a chill, immediately arranged for Ethan to have a vasectomy, and then lied it was a consequence of the accident.

I thought to myself, "A vasectomized Ethan has lost his fertility. Whose child is Jessica carrying?"

I eagerly saw Sharon off and then had the maid prepare the guest room for their stay.

Ethan glanced at me with an easy, carefree look and pinched my wrist, squinting his eyes.

"Olivia, you don't mind?"

I smiled and shrugged off Ethan's hand, full of disdain in my heart. "Just make sure you come home." Pleased by my magnanimity, Ethan smiled contentedly, wrapped his arm around Jessica's waist, and they headed to the guest room to fool around.

I turned around and asked the nanny to bring the nourishing soup I had prepared. I couldn't let him be overwhelmed by his new and old flames.

Back upstairs, I was busy spiking Ethan's lubricant when Chloe called again, cursing, "Ethan is such a jerk!

"Olivia, he's gone too far this time, getting someone pregnant and even bringing her home... Wait for me. I'm coming over to back you up!"

"It's fine. It's not the first time. Don't worry," I spoke confidently, adding an aphrodisiac oil to the lubricant and placing it next to the condoms.

"She came to your house to provoke you, and you want me to relax? No way! What are you planning to do next? Divorce?"

"Bitches and bastards are good matches. I'll never divorce, not in this lifetime."

I knew Ethan well. He disliked using condoms but loved lubricants and stimulants. I thought, "After he had that soup, it would be a couple of days before he could leave bed. The things I had prepared would definitely come in handy."

The next day, I watched him take Jessica upstairs, hugging her waist and then quickly rushing back upstairs. I followed him, holding the prepared lubricant.

"Looking for this? I had it ready for you. Take care of yourself."

Ethan rubbed his hands excitedly, took the items, and gently pinched my face, appreciating my understanding. "Olivia, you're getting more sensible."

*****

In the afternoon, after I dropped off the kids at school, a sharp female voice rang out behind me. With a prominently pregnant belly, she appeared boastful.

"So, you just moved in yesterday, and today you can't wait to replace me?"

I spoke sarcastically, feeling no need to pretend to be a goody-two-shoes in front of Jessica. I acted as I was pleased.

Jessica, touching her belly and laughing triumphantly, said, "Olivia, I advise you to be sensible and divorce Ethan... He said he'd agree if you do."

I held my forehead, staring at Jessica's pretty face. "Women like you have been around for years, ten if not eight. Have you seen Ethan divorce? He always just goes back home."

I thought to myself, "Believing in a man's words is like believing in ghosts!"

"Olivia, it's bad news. Ethan and a model have been taken to the hospital." Chloe called, her voice filled with concern. I frowned, looked at the still-provocative Jessica, and said, "I'm heading over now."

"Do you want to come and see it?"

"What's there to see? Don't think you can trick me!" Jessica stepped back warily, touching her belly as if I meant to harm her child.

I immediately told her the truth. Ethan had been fooling around and ended up bleeding in his crotch and in the hospital.

Jessica's face turned pale and trembling, and she pulled open her car door to confront Ethan.

Ethan was in the operating room, and Sharon was waiting outside, her face full of guilt. Seeing me arrive, she was annoyed at the sight of Jessica following me. "Why are you here? Want to make it even more chaotic?"

Holding my hand softly, she comforted me, "Olivia, Ethan owes you an apology. He's been awful. Please don't divorce him. After this, I'll make sure to discipline him."

"Sharon..."

I feigned hesitation without answering, raising an eyebrow at Jessica.

"Mrs. Morgan, what happened to Ethan?"

At that moment, Jessica was still worried about Ethan and wasn't concerned about arguing over who was right or wrong. She asked anxiously.

"Someone, please escort Ms. Carter out. She's in the way here." The driver approached and asked Jessica to leave, but she reluctantly started tugging at the driver.

I intervened. "Enough!" Turning to Sharon, I said, "Sharon, just tell Ms. Carter. She needs to know what kind of person Ethan really is, better sooner than later. It'll save her the worry. Better be careful about the baby in her belly. It's one of the Morgan family."

I spoke kindly up for Jessica. Sharon, with empathy in her eyes, patted my shoulder to comfort me.

Sharon was about to explain, moving her lips, but she seemed unsure how to start, so she closed her mouth again.

The things Ethan had done were indeed hard to speak of.

Seeing Sharon struggling, I took the initiative. "Ms. Carter, before you and Ethan had your date yesterday, he was at the hotel messing around with a new fling. He took you home that evening, and right after he dropped you off today, he was off with a lubricant to see another woman."

"No, that can't be!"

Jessica's eyes widened her hand over her chest. She collapsed onto a chair with tears in her eyes. "He told me he only loved me, that once I was pregnant, he would divorce and be with me! He wouldn't lie to me. He couldn't!"

I masked my satisfaction, whispering advice.

"If you can't believe it, Ms. Carter, why not wait for Ethan to come out of the surgery room and ask him yourself?"

Sharon affectionately took my hand. She thought I was overly saddened and began to comfort the mistress. She was about to appease me when Ethan was wheeled out of the surgery room.

He was half-asleep, unaware of his actions, continually thrusting his hips, his member embarrassingly erect.

Sharon was flushed with embarrassment and frustration, cursing her son.

The model was also wheeled out. She was fine.

Ethan, however, was exhausted and fainted in bed after vomiting blood, which scared Angela badly as they were stuck together in their private parts.

Jessica went up and grabbed the model's hospital gown, her eyes red with anguish, and scolded.

"You wretch..."

I shouted, instructing the medical staff to separate Jessica and told her to wait in the room.

As for me, I called the nanny to bring soup, and Sharon, feeling guilty towards me, stayed by the bed, reprimanding Ethan's misconduct.

I listened carelessly, calculating how to ruin Ethan's reputation completely and strip him of his position as the heir to the Morgan Group.

Five years ago, if not for my father's company falling into crisis needing the Morgan Group's help, I wouldn't have married Ethan.

He was well-known in the circles for his reckless spending and debauchery, a man of many vices.

I married him out of necessity. Initially, he loved only me, but once I was pregnant and had Liam, his true nature showed.

He spent his nights out, not coming home, and as long as he didn't bring anyone home, I turned a blind eye, living as a trophy wife.

Recently, he had become more outrageous, bringing people home and even wanting a divorce.

Sharon, feeling sorry for me and fearing a divorce would scandalize the Morgan Group and ruin Ethan's future, kept consoling me. No matter how he behaved outside, she would not allow a divorce and always soothed me.

Ethan woke up.

Sharon stopped her scolding, touched his face tenderly, and then burst into tears.

"How could you! The Morgan Group is nearly ruined because of you."

"Mom, I'm just fooling around. Olivia doesn't mind. Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. How is that model?"

I thought to myself, "He still cares about her well-being."

Jessica stormed in and slapped Ethan across the face, making him bleed.

I looked down with a smile.

Unsatisfied with just one slap, Jessica grabbed his neck and slapped him again!