“You’re not the first—just the last.”Pregnant Wife Loses Her 9 Month Baby After Discovering Her Husband’s Mistress Is 3 Months Pregnant
Chapter 1: The Blue Room
Seattle in November was a gray silken ribbon of drizzling rain. Inside the Vance mansion, the air was thick with the smell of fresh paint and a gentle lavender scent.
I, Elena Vance, stood in the middle of the newly finished nursery. The blue walls, the white oak crib, and the pile of soft stuffed animals awaited their owner. I was nine months pregnant. Noah—the name we had chosen for him—was due next week.
My husband, Mark Vance, a successful lawyer with a smile that could melt any ice block, walked in and embraced me from behind. His warm hands rested on my belly.
“You are the happiest woman in the world, Elena,” he whispered in my ear. “And Noah will be the perfect heir to this empire.”
I smiled, believing I was living a true American dream. But that dream began to crumble when Mark left his second phone in his jacket pocket while he took a shower.
Chapter 2: The Fateful Ultrasound
The phone vibrated. A message appeared on the lock screen: “We miss you. Twelve weeks, my love.”
My heart raced. I tremblingly entered the password I’d accidentally seen once before. Inside were a series of messages and pictures. A young woman, Clara, his secretary, was smiling brightly, holding an ultrasound image of a three-month-old fetus.
Everything around me turned upside down. The world collapsed in a single breath. Mark had another family. Mark was expecting another child, while my Noah was only days away from being born.
Anger and pain surged through me. I stood at the top of the stairs as Mark emerged from the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel, the radiant face of a model husband.
“What is this, Mark?” I held up the phone, my voice hoarse from the rain pounding against the windowpane.
Mark’s face remained expressionless. He wasn’t frightened, he wasn’t pleading. He just stood there, looking at me with a cold gaze I’d never seen before – an empty gaze like a bottomless abyss.
“You shouldn’t look at that, Elena,” he said, his voice eerily even. “It’ll ruin the process.”
Chapter 3: The Climax – Noah’s Collapse
“The process? What the hell are you talking about?” I screamed, a sudden sharp pain shooting through my lower abdomen. “You deceived me when I was about to give birth to your child! You’re a monster!”
I was about to dash down the stairs to leave this house, but Mark was faster. He stepped forward, not to stop me, but to block my way. The extreme tension and shock caused my body to react violently. I felt a rush of hot water, accompanied by excruciating pain.
“Mark… save me… it hurts so much…” I collapsed onto the wooden floor.
Mark stood there, arms crossed, watching me writhe in agony. He glanced at his watch. “It’s too early, Elena. It should be next week. But perhaps the psychological pressure sped things up.”
He didn’t call for emergency services immediately. He left me there for fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes that felt like a millennium of hell, until I passed out in a pool of blood.
When I woke up, the hospital’s fluorescent lights blinded me. The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming. Mark was sitting beside my bed, his hand gripping mine tightly, his eyes red as if he had cried a lot.
“Elena… I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “The doctors couldn’t save Noah. Amniotic fluid embolism… they said it was a rare medical accident.”
I didn’t cry. I had no more tears left to cry. I felt only an overwhelming emptiness. My child was gone. My Noah had died before he could see the light of day.
Chapter 4: The Uninvited Guest
Three days later, while I was still lying in bed, a woman entered the room as Mark went to get coffee. It was Clara. She looked small, pale, and terrified. She hadn’t come to boast or humiliate me. She had come to tremble.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice hoarse like pebbles scraping against each other.
Clara came closer, her eyes wide with horror. She leaned close to my ear, whispering as if afraid the walls had ears:
“You’re not the first, Elena – just the last.”
I froze. “What did you say?”
“His first wife… lost the baby in the ninth month due to a ‘fall down the stairs’. His second wife… had a stillbirth at 38 weeks due to ‘food poisoning’. I found these records in his safe,” Clara sobbed. “Mark Vance didn’t really want children. He wanted the insurance money and the sympathy of the corporate board to climb to the chairmanship. Every time a child died, he received millions of dollars from the private trusts he set up for his wives.”
My blood froze. Noah didn’t die in an accident. Noah died because of a plan that had been repeated many times.
“Why are you telling me?”
“Because I’m three months pregnant,” Clara trembled, pointing to her belly. “And I just realized… I’m the ‘successor’ on his list. He’s starting to give me the same ‘vitamins’ he used to give you.”
Chapter 5: The Twist – The Old Testament
A Punishment
Just then, Mark walked in. He saw Clara, but showed no surprise. He set down his coffee cup and smiled gently at both of us.
“Oh, you two have met already? That’s great. We’re family, aren’t we?”
I looked at Mark, and for the first time, I saw his true nature. A perfect psychopath.
“Mark,” I said, my voice surprisingly calm. “I just remembered something. My will and insurance policy… you signed as the sole beneficiary, didn’t you?”
“Yes, darling. To secure our future,” Mark said, stroking my hair.
“Too bad,” I smiled, a smile that held the cruelty of a mother who had just lost her child. “Because this morning, before Clara arrived, I called my family’s private lawyer—whom you don’t know. I changed the beneficiary. All of Noah’s assets and insurance money… will be transferred to a financial crime reporting fund should anything happen to me. And Mark… I recorded your entire conversation that night on the stairs via the smart home system I secretly installed to monitor the nanny.”
Mark’s face contorted for the first time. His confidence crumbled.
“You…”
“And Clara wasn’t the only one who came to visit me,” I continued, looking out the hospital room door.
Detective Miller and the police team entered. “Mark Vance, you are arrested on charges of premeditated murder and insurance fraud related to three previous murders.”
Chapter 6: The Writer’s Conclusion
Mark was led away in shackles, still screaming about his innocence. But the long-awaited silence of those little souls was finally broken.
I stood by the hospital window, watching the Seattle rain gradually subside. Clara stood beside me, her hand clasped tightly.
“I will never let this child be ‘the next one,'” Clara vowed.
I looked down at my empty hands, where Noah’s tiny hands should have been. I had lost everything, but I had ended the cycle of evil.
The testament of silence had been rewritten in Noah’s blood, and today, Mark Vance’s kingdom crumbled under the weight of truth. I wasn’t the first to suffer, but I was certainly the last to give him the chance to harm anyone else.
In Seattle, the rain had stopped, but the pain remained – a reminder that sometimes, the most devastating silence is the silence before the storm of justice.
Author’s concluding remarks: The story concludes with Elena’s brutal betrayal. The climax lies in a mother’s silent preparation and the betrayal of her accomplice (Clara) upon realizing she is the next victim. A practical lesson: Never underestimate someone cornered, especially a mother with nothing left to lose.
