My Honest Husband Got His Mistress Pregnant,Then Begged Me Too Late

My husband was an honest man who didn't know the first thing about romance. No diamond ring at the wedding. Not a single flower in five years. In bed, he was a plank of wood.

When I finally got pregnant and asked him to come to my prenatal checkup, he frowned like I was asking too much：

“Next time, okay? I've got to keep grinding so you and the baby can have a good life.”

My friends all said the same thing：“Professor Sanchez stays in the lab until midnight every night earning formula money. He's loyal, he doesn't mess around. You should be grateful.”