Six Months Pregnant, My Husband Chose His Secretary Over Me

At six months pregnant, a sharp pain surged through my stomach during the New Year’s Eve dinner.

I clutched my belly and begged Trent Curran to take me to the hospital. His face darkened, and he snapped coldly, "It’s a big holiday, and you’re causing a scene again?"

"Why didn’t it hurt earlier or later? Why now, right when I’m drinking for Lizzie?"

Lizzie Dawson, his secretary, spoke up in a soft, guilt-ridden tone, "Mr. Curran, don’t be mad. Sister Heather cares so much about you that she can’t stand me."