How To Cope When The Family Group Has His Mistress But Not Me?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I found another woman’s lace thong in my bedroom. My husband, Mark Donovan, stood in front of the closet and said coldly, “She’s just a kid, Leslie. Don’t make this ugly.” That “kid” was pregnant with his child. That “kid” had already moved into my home, worn his shirts, slept in my bed, and made him cut down the magnolia tree my dead parents planted for me. Everyone in the Donovan family thought I would scream, cry, and beg. After all, I had loved Mark for nine years. But this time, I only picked up my suitcase. Because they didn’t know one thing. The divorce had already been filed. The Donovan wife’s emerald brooch had already been returned. And the evidence against his precious little mistress had already been delivered to the old Don. Mark thought I was walking out of his mansion. He didn’t know I was walking out of his life. Forever.

Marriage is a sacred blessing given to a couple who love each other, forming a family. We do not aim for a perfect relationship, but rather a good one that is incomparable to others. Either you have to face a bunch of happiness or you have to face a bunch of sadness. Jane is a thirty-one-year-old woman, a wife, and a loving mother to her children. She is married to a man of honor, a famous businessman named Jester. Her husband, Jester, is a thirty-two-year-old boy endowed with a good appearance and an outstanding performance when it comes to the job description. At first, the couple lived happily and contentedly even without being blessed with a child. When Jane got pregnant after a long wait, few changes were observed in her husband. Jester was distracted by his wife's body figure that made him uncomfortable living with it. Also, Jester's parents arranged for them to get a divorce, but Jane declined it. Until the time came, the wife noticed her husband's frequent vacations abroad. She followed him and found out that her husband had a woman. She examines all the reasons why Jester did this to her, but even her parents were also forced to hide the truth from her. In her rage, she found a way to take revenge on her husband. In this plot, is it possible that Jester had something else to hide from his wife before they got married? Or what is the man’s main reason for having a mistress? And the worst question is, why is his wife called a mistress? Let's take a look at the reality of this story together.

The woman destroying my marriage suddenly moved into my home. ~~~ Anabel gave Miles Wilson everything until she discovered he was having an affair with his brother’s wife. Before she can recover from the betrayal, tragedy strikes the Wilson family, and the woman responsible suddenly moves into her home carrying secrets capable of destroying the entire family. Humiliated and abandoned, Anabel walks away with nothing but her pride until she meets Dmitri, a powerful man with dangerous secrets of his own. But as buried truths begin unraveling, Miles realizes too late that he never stopped loving his wife. The question is… will Anabel still want him back?

After my husband cheats, my relatives advise me to be tolerant and forgiving. Why? Because my husband's mistress is pregnant, and I'm infertile. Even his parents hurry to our house in the middle of the night to say, "Don't worry—we won't let that woman step foot in this house. Once she gives birth, the child will be yours." Is that so? I sneer as I look at a medical report. Perhaps the child will have something to do with me, but it definitely won't have anything to do with my husband.

My mother-in-law brings a woman from the countryside. She looks like she's up to no good when she asks my husband and I to care for the woman. My husband is a mama's boy through and through. His gaze darts around, and he doesn't object to his mother's words. Is it a trend nowadays for people to serve mistresses on a silver platter? It looks like I'll have to do my best in "caring" for them, then…

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.