Chapter 2 The Mistress Is Pregnant

• In the interrogation room, Susan's palms were sweating out of nervousness. She feared that she would be asked to confess to the steamy details of her crime, which she found embarrassing to describe. She had been detained all night, and the more she thought about this, the more furious she was. Inwardly, she was certain that it must've been that f*cking hustler who turned her to the police because he was unhappy with the payment he received.
• Midway through the interrogation, the young cop knocked on the door and came in. "Susan Mondragon, your friend's here to pick you up. Come out and sign the papers."
• Susan's heart went cold when she came out of the interrogation room to see Rachel Lynwood standing at the end of the hallway. "Why are you here?"
• "How can I miss such an important high point in your life? You're really something, Susan. You went out and spent money on pleasure when your husband didn't touch you. Is that how thirsty and cheap you are? Tsk, tsk." Rachel clicked her tongue without hiding her disgust.
• Susan looked all confused. "What are you talking about? I don't understand what you're saying. Don't you dare cast a slur on me! Where's your proof?"
• Rachel's smile froze on her face. I wonder how this damned woman can get so lucky! Last night, she saw in the bar with her own eyes how Susan had asked for a male escort. Immediately, she called the police, but who would've known that they would take so long to arrive? Not only did they fail to catch Susan in the act, but the hotel's security footage from the night before was said to have been erased, too. "You know in your heart whether you've done it or not. Seriously, I don't understand why you still won't get divorced even at this point. Are you still hoping that Andrew will come around and love you again? Stop dreaming! He's never been faithful to you both emotionally and physically."
• Susan let out a sneer from her throat at Rachel's provocation. "You can't wait for me to get divorced from Andrew, huh? You're never going to replace me as his wife as long as I'm still alive!" She had already lost hope for this dysfunctional marriage, but she wasn't willing to let this pair of cheaters get their own way either.
• "I'm pregnant now. I can wait, but the baby in my womb can't." Rachel stroked her small baby bump with a look of motherly love on her pretty face.
• All at once, Susan, who had previously been able to put on an air of superiority, looked as if being grabbed by the throat. "When was it?"
• "It's almost three months old now, and it's a boy. Actually, I wanted to tell you long ago, but don't they say it's better to wait out the first trimester before sharing the news of a pregnancy?" Rachel's lips curved smugly at the mention of her baby. "But things are different now. I'm going to be a mother, and Andrew told me that he really wants this baby. As long as you take the initiative to ask for a divorce, he'll surely agree to it. After all, I don't want my baby to grow up with a single parent since this would be unfair to him. Resent me or hate me all you want, but the baby is innocent," she said, softening her voice on purpose as tears fell from her reddened eyes.
• Looking at the beautifully weeping woman, Susan concealed the surging emotions in her eyes. "You two really have no sense of shame. You think you're innocent? Why didn't you feel innocent when you got pregnant with a little b*stard in bed?!" She didn't want to face Rachel's revolting face anymore. She wondered why things had turned out this way. Ever since the beginning of her marriage, she had never thought she would get divorced one day. How laughable that the vows of eternal love exchanged during her wedding were now broken at the hands of a woman!
• Unable to repress her despair any longer, she couldn't help but crouch down on the roadside in tears as soon as she stepped out of the police station.
• A black Bentley pulled over to the curb nearby. Timothy Holton, Eric's special assistant, rolled down the car window and was startled to see the woman sobbing on the roadside. "Mr. Ford, the lady crying over there seems to be the person you're looking for."
• The dignified man resting in the back seat opened his eyes and looked over at the woman crouching on the roadside. His black eyes narrowed at the sight of her tearful appearance; she looked aggrieved, totally different from how she had yelled at him and ordered him around last night.
• "Mr. Ford, should I get that lady into the car?"
• Eric slowly straightened the cuffs of his shirt. Several scabbed fingernail scratches were visible on his arm; it was clear at a glance that these were made by a woman. He ordered indifferently, "Go to the office first. She's not in the right state to talk to anyone yet. Just wait a little longer."