My Husband's Assistant Stole My Life

After numerous unsuccessful IVF attempts, I finally conceived despite my husband's low sperm count.

As I was battling severe morning sickness, my husband was commemorating his third year with his assistant. She shared a WhatsApp update showing him meticulously cutting her steak, captioned: [Such a thoughtful boss... I'll serve him forever...]

Fighting my queasiness, I approved the post. Soon after, he phoned me, saying, "What's your issue now? You're useless lately, just being sick. Louise takes care of everything for me. You should appreciate her reducing your workload!"

I retorted sarcastically, "Sure, I'll express my gratitude later!"

"You've changed! Has pregnancy made you forget yourself?" He berated me before abruptly ending the call.

I sighed deeply. Indeed, I'd been away so long, I'd nearly forgotten my own name.

I dialed a number I hadn't used in years, "Charlie, arrange a flight for tomorrow. I'm returning to Chicago."