My Husband's Mistress is My Best Friend

While I was vomiting out of pregnancy, I gave Dustin a call.

It was my best friend who answered the phone.

She said on the other end of the phone in a coquettish voice, "Angelica, Dustin was drunk last night and stayed at my place for the whole night. He hasn't woken up yet."

"What's the matter? I'll convey a message for you."

I didn't cry or make a fuss. I took a taxi to the hospital alone and almost died on the operating table.

When Dustin saw my flat belly and the divorce agreement, he cried and asked me why.