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My Husband Whispered About His Pregnant Mistress in His Sleep, So I Destroyed Him While He Was Awake

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"My good baby boy. Papà will buy you and your mamma a house of your own." It was three in the morning when those words slipped from my husband's lips. We always used protection. Then whose baby was he dreaming about? I shot awake, my heart pounding. I shook him hard. "What did you just say?" He stirred, eyes still shut, and muttered, "Just a nightmare. An associate was leaning on me for what he's owed." Then he rolled over, drifting back into sleep. I didn't push. Instead I reached for my phone in the dark and quietly opened his banking app. Dated three months back, there was a wire transfer of fifty thousand, marked as a down payment. The recipient was Gina Calloway. I searched her name and found her socials. The first thing on her feed was an ultrasound photo. [Our little angel is three months now. Daddy says once you're born, we'll move into a big house.] The timestamp was the day after Marco sent the money. My chest clenched, but I snapped a screenshot and sent it straight to my father. [Papà, the perfect man you chose for me didn't just break faith. He's put a child in some woman. I'm going to make certain he walks away with nothing.]

Chapters (3)

第1章

“My sweet boy. Papà will buy you and your mamma a house of your own.” It was three in the morning when those words slipped from my husband’s lips. My eyes snapped open. For six years, I had been married to Brian O’Hara, heir to one of New York’s most powerful crime families. We had never had a child. More importantly, I wasn’t pregnant. So whose son was he talking about? I reached over and shook him awake. “What did you just say?” Brian stirred, barely opening his eyes. “What?” “You were talking about buying a house. For a woman and her baby.” His expression shifted for the briefest second before he rubbed a hand over his face. “Just a nightmare,” he muttered. “One of the Family’s associates has been hounding me over money. Must’ve gotten into my head.” Then he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes again. I didn’t press him. Brian had always been a good liar. Asking twice would only warn him that I was suspicious. So I waited until his breathing evened out before reaching for my phone. Months ago, Brian had given me access to one of the accounts he used for household expenses and personal transfers. I opened it now and began scrolling through the transaction history. A payment from three months earlier stopped me cold. $50,000. The memo read: **Down payment.** The recipient was Vanessa Russo. I knew the name. Vanessa worked for one of the businesses controlled by the O’Hara family. Brian had mentioned her before, always casually, always as if she were too insignificant for me to remember. I searched her name online. Her account appeared almost immediately. The first post on her page was an ultrasound photo. [Our little angel is three months old now. Daddy says once you’re born, we’ll finally have a home of our own.] The post had gone up one day after Brian transferred her fifty thousand dollars. My grip tightened around the phone. Three months pregnant. A fifty-thousand-dollar down payment. And Brian dreaming about buying a home for his son and the boy’s mother. There were coincidences. This wasn’t one of them. I took screenshots of the transfer and the post, then sent everything to my father, head of the Moretti family. [Dad, the perfect son-in-law you chose didn’t just betray our marriage.] I looked at Brian. He was still asleep beside me, peaceful and completely unaware that six years of marriage had just ended in my mind. My fingers moved across the screen again. [He got another woman pregnant.] A few seconds passed before I sent one final message. [Don’t contact the O’Haras yet.] [By the time Brian realizes I know, I want every dollar, every property, and every agreement tied to this marriage accounted for.] I set my phone down and looked at my husband one last time. Brian O’Hara had spent six years believing that betraying his wife was a private matter. He had forgotten one thing. He hadn’t just married me. He had married into the Moretti family. —— His reply came almost instantly. [That bastard. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll have our attorney start reviewing everything tied to your marriage. Brian humiliated my daughter and the Moretti name. He’ll answer for it.] My stomach twisted as I continued scrolling through Vanessa’s feed. One month ago: [We closed on our new place today! It’s beautiful. Thank you, hubby, for giving me and our baby a real home.] The photo had been taken inside a luxury real estate office. Vanessa stood in a fitted maternity dress with one arm wrapped around Brian’s. His hand rested at her waist. But it wasn’t the intimacy that hurt most. It was the way he looked at her. Soft. Proud. Almost tender. I couldn’t remember the last time Brian had looked at me that way. I kept scrolling. Two months ago: [Hubby says he loves me and our baby more than anything. Dinner tonight was perfect!] The photo showed a table at one of Manhattan’s most exclusive restaurants, with two plates of Kobe beef and a bottle of vintage wine between them. I remembered that night. The Morettis had just secured control of an important waterfront route, and I had suggested we celebrate there. Brian had frowned. “Claudia, that place is ridiculously overpriced. We don’t need to throw money away just to celebrate.” So we had stayed home. Apparently, the restaurant hadn’t been too expensive for Vanessa. Three months ago: [Two red lines! Baby, you came at the perfect time. Daddy and Mommy can’t wait to meet you!] The picture showed Vanessa and Brian’s hands intertwined over the positive pregnancy test. That was enough. I locked the screen and pressed my face into the pillow, biting down hard to keep myself from making a sound. Six years. Six years of marriage, and while I had been protecting our families’ alliance, standing beside Brian at every dinner, negotiation, and funeral, he had been building another life behind my back. Beside me, Brian slept peacefully, a faint smile on his lips. Maybe he was dreaming about Vanessa. Maybe he was dreaming about their child and the home he had already bought for them. I stared at his sleeping face until the ache in my chest slowly hardened into something colder. Brian O’Hara had made his choice. Now I would make mine. I slipped quietly out of bed and went downstairs to my home office. Before deciding exactly how to end this marriage, I needed to know who Vanessa Russo really was. One call to a Moretti investigator was enough. By sunrise, a preliminary file was waiting in my encrypted inbox. Vanessa Russo, twenty-three years old. She had graduated from a small college and currently worked as a receptionist at one of the O’Hara family’s legitimate businesses. Her parents had no known connections to any of New York’s major Families. Nothing in her background stood out. Except for one detail. On social media, she had recently begun calling herself Vanessa O’Hara. There was no marriage license. No legal name change. She had simply taken my husband’s name and started using it as though it already belonged to her. I continued reading. Vanessa had joined the company six months after Brian and I married. There was no possibility that she hadn’t known who I was. Everyone working under the O’Hara name knew Brian was married to Claudia Moretti. Our marriage wasn’t merely personal. It was part of the alliance between two Families. But Vanessa wasn’t the one who had stood before both families and sworn vows to me. Brian had. I closed the file.

第2章

As soon as Brian left, I waited twenty minutes before driving to the O’Hara family’s corporate offices. Brian had said he was meeting with an associate. He hadn’t said where. If he wasn’t there, I would leave. If he was, I would know he had lied to me before breakfast was even cold. As Claudia Moretti and Brian O’Hara’s wife, I had been in the building countless times. No one at security questioned me when I walked through the doors. The moment I entered the lobby, I saw her. Vanessa Russo. She was sitting behind the reception desk. She looked even younger in person than she did in her photos. Long hair, bright eyes, a soft smile. If I hadn’t already seen the ultrasound, the property photos, and Brian’s hand resting possessively around her waist, I never would have looked twice at her. “Good morning,” she said politely. “Can I help you?” “Is Brian in?” I watched her expression carefully. Her smile faltered for half a second. “Mr. O’Hara is in a meeting. May I ask who’s here to see him?” “Claudia Moretti.” Silence. The color drained from her face. Of course she knew my name. Everyone working for an O’Hara business knew who Brian’s wife was. “M-Mrs. O’Hara.” Her eyes dropped instinctively to my wedding ring. “Please wait. I’ll let Mr. O’Hara know you’re here.” She reached for the phone a little too quickly. “Mr. O’Hara,” she said quietly, “your wife is here.” So much for his meeting with an associate. A few minutes later, Brian appeared. He smiled the moment he saw me, but I knew him well enough to notice the tension beneath it. “Sweetheart. What are you doing here?” His gaze flicked toward Vanessa. Just once. But once was enough. “I was nearby,” I said. “I thought we could have lunch together.” I slipped my hand through his arm as naturally as I always had. Brian relaxed slightly. “Of course. Come upstairs.” He led me toward the private elevator. Only when the doors closed did I speak again. “That new receptionist is pretty.” Brian barely looked up. “Which one?” I almost laughed. “The girl who just called you.” “Oh. Vanessa.” So he did know her name. He seemed to realize his mistake a second too late. I pretended not to notice. “How old is she?” “No idea. Early twenties, maybe. HR handles that stuff.” He shrugged. “She’s just a receptionist. I barely know her.” “Right.” I smiled and said nothing more. By the time we reached his office, I had already learned what I came for. Brian hadn’t just lied to me. He was comfortable doing it. We had lunch in the private dining room attached to his office. Brian ate while talking about shipments, meetings, and problems with several O’Hara businesses. I listened as though nothing had changed. “You’re always so thoughtful,” he said after a while. “Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.” My fingers tightened slightly around my fork. Three months ago, he had held another woman’s hand over a positive pregnancy test. One month ago, he had stood beside her while she closed on the home he bought for her. And now he was sitting across from me, telling me marrying me was the best decision of his life. I wondered whether Brian even knew when he was lying anymore. “Oh, by the way,” I said casually, “Dad mentioned a new development on the Upper East Side. The apartments are supposed to be beautiful.” Brian glanced at me. “You want to move?” “Not necessarily.” I took a sip of water. “I was just thinking our place might feel small someday. Especially if we decide to have children.” His fork paused. Only for a second. “There’s no rush.” “No?” “We’ve got plenty of time for kids.” He leaned back in his chair. “And I’ve tied up a lot of cash in business lately. Buying another property right now wouldn’t make much sense.” I looked at him. Fifty thousand dollars for Vanessa’s down payment. A luxury apartment. Expensive dinners. Whatever else I hadn’t uncovered yet. Apparently, Brian’s money only became tight when his wife asked about it. “You’re right,” I said calmly. “There’s no reason to rush.” He smiled, relieved that the subject was over. Strangely, I felt nothing. Every lie made it easier. Every lie killed another piece of what I had once felt for him. A little later, I excused myself. Instead of taking the private hallway back to Brian’s office after using the restroom, I went downstairs to the lobby. Vanessa was standing near the reception desk with two other employees. I slowed when I heard her voice. “The doctor said everything looks perfect. I’m due at the end of the year.” One of the women smiled. “You’re lucky. Your boyfriend buys you a place in Manhattan and now you’re having his baby? He must be crazy about you.” Vanessa’s face lit up. “He is.” Her hand moved over the slight curve of her stomach. “He promised everything will be settled before the baby is born.” Everything will be settled. Interesting choice of words. I wondered exactly what Brian had told her about me. That our marriage was already over? That he was planning to divorce me? Or had he convinced her that a Moretti wife could simply be discarded whenever an O’Hara man got bored? Then Vanessa looked up. Her smile disappeared. “M-Mrs. O’Hara.” The other two women immediately fell silent. I walked toward the desk. “Vanessa, right?” “Yes.” Her shoulders had gone stiff. My gaze briefly dropped to her stomach before returning to her face. “Congratulations.” “T-thank you.” She instinctively covered her stomach with one hand. I smiled. “When are you due?” “December.” “You must be excited.” She nodded carefully. “Very.” “And the father?” Vanessa hesitated. “He’s excited too.” “Good.” I held her gaze. “A child deserves a father who keeps his promises.” Something shifted in her expression. Fear, perhaps. Or guilt. I couldn’t tell which. So I gave her the same polite smile I would have given any O’Hara employee. “I hope yours does.” Then I turned and walked toward the elevator. I didn’t need to threaten Vanessa. I didn’t need to expose Brian. Not yet. For now, it was enough to let her wonder exactly how much I knew.

第3章

Walking out of the O’Hara family’s headquarters, I drew in a long breath of cold air. Vanessa Russo knew exactly who I was. And Brian knew exactly what he was doing. That made things simpler. Neither of them could claim ignorance when the consequences finally came. That night, Brian came home late. The moment he walked past me, I smelled whiskey on his breath and a faint trace of perfume on his shirt. Not mine. “Dinner with a few associates,” he muttered as he loosened his tie. “Had to keep them happy.” He kicked off his shoes. “I’m going to shower.” I said nothing. A minute later, water began running upstairs. Brian’s phone was sitting on the table when the screen lit up. Vanessa. [Baby, the checkup went well. The doctor says everything looks perfect.] Another message appeared. [And it’s a boy!] I stared at the screen. A few seconds later, I unlocked the phone. The conversation was already open. Brian: [That’s amazing. I’m going to have a son.] Brian: [Tomorrow I’ll take you shopping for everything the baby needs.] Vanessa: [You’re the best. I love you.] Brian: [I love you and our baby too. Once he’s here, we’ll finally be a real family.] My eyes stopped on those last two words. A real family. Six years ago, Brian had stood before both the O’Hara and Moretti families and called me his wife. Now, apparently, I wasn’t family at all. Vanessa was. Their unborn son was. And the life Brian had built with me was simply something he intended to discard when the time was right. I took photographs of the messages with my own phone, then placed his exactly where I had found it. By the time Brian came out of the bathroom, I was sitting on the edge of the bed as though nothing had happened. He rubbed a towel through his damp hair. “You’re still awake?” “You’ve had a lot of meetings lately.” I stood and moved behind him, resting my hands lightly on his shoulders. “You must be exhausted.” Brian relaxed almost immediately. “It’s all for our future.” Our future. I lowered my eyes so he wouldn’t see the contempt in them. “By the way,” I said casually, “I spoke to Vanessa today.” His shoulders went rigid beneath my hands. “Vanessa?” “The receptionist.” “Oh.” He forced himself to relax. “What about her?” “She’s pregnant.” Brian hesitated for half a beat. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” I almost admired how easily the lie came to him. “She isn’t showing much yet. Three months, maybe.” He reached for his watch on the dresser. “Who knows? I don’t pay attention to employees’ personal lives.” “Of course.” I smiled at his reflection in the mirror. “I just hope the father treats her well. Being pregnant by the wrong man could ruin a woman’s life.” Brian’s hand stopped. Only for a second. Then he fastened his watch and gave a careless shrug. “I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.” “So am I.” Our eyes met in the mirror. A thin sheen of sweat had appeared along his temple. I smiled. Brian looked away first. The next morning, one of my father’s investigators followed him. By noon, photographs began arriving on my phone. Brian had taken Vanessa to an expensive maternity boutique well outside the neighborhoods where either of our families usually conducted business. Smart. Just not smart enough. They walked between rows of cribs, blankets, and tiny baby clothes like a married couple preparing for their first child. Vanessa held up a tiny blue outfit. Brian laughed. In another photograph, his arm was wrapped around her waist while his other hand rested over her stomach. I stared at that picture longer than I should have. He used to look at me that way. Back when I still believed the vows he had made to me. The next set of photographs came from a jewelry store. Brian bought Vanessa a diamond ring. The receipt my father’s man later obtained showed a price well into five figures. I remembered choosing my own wedding ring six years ago. Brian had wanted something extravagant. I had told him it wasn’t necessary. “We’re already joining two Families,” I had joked. “I don’t need a ridiculous diamond to prove you love me.” He had kissed me and called me the most understanding woman he had ever met. Apparently, my understanding had only taught him that I would accept less. I saved every photograph. The messages. The apartment. The money. The ring. The pregnancy. By then, this was no longer about proving Brian had a mistress. I already knew that. I was documenting exactly how much of our marital assets and family resources he had poured into his second life. That afternoon, my investigator sent another message. [Vanessa just entered Bellini Café with a friend. You asked to be notified if she met anyone outside the O’Hara circle.] I stared at the address. It was fifteen minutes away. I went. By the time I arrived, Vanessa was sitting near the back of the café with another young woman. I chose a table far enough away not to draw attention but close enough to hear them when their voices carried. “Vanessa, are you sure about this?” her friend asked quietly. “He’s still married.” Vanessa touched her stomach. “So what?” “So what?” Her friend stared at her. “He’s Brian O’Hara. His wife is Claudia Moretti. This isn’t some normal affair.” “I know exactly who she is.” Vanessa sounded almost amused. “He doesn’t love her. Brian told me their marriage was about the alliance between the Families. That’s all.” My fingers tightened slightly around my coffee cup. Interesting. So that was the story he had given her. “What happens after the baby comes?” her friend asked. “He leaves her.” Vanessa lifted her hand, admiring the diamond Brian had bought her that morning. “He promised me.” Her friend looked unconvinced. “And you believe him?” “Why wouldn’t I?” Vanessa smiled. “He bought me a condo. He pays for everything. Look at this ring.” She tilted her hand toward the light. “A man doesn’t do all that for a woman he plans to abandon.” Her friend lowered her voice. “What if Claudia finds out?” Vanessa gave a small laugh. “Then she finds out.” My gaze lifted. “I’m carrying Brian’s son,” she continued. “Do you understand what that means to a family like his?” Apparently, Vanessa thought she did. “He needs an heir. Claudia has been married to him for six years and still hasn’t given him one.” Her hand settled proudly over her stomach. “I gave him a son.” A sharp ache went through my chest. Not because of Vanessa. Because somewhere along the way, Brian had clearly allowed her to believe my place beside him could be reduced to whether or not I had produced a child. Her friend still looked nervous. “You’re talking about replacing a Moretti.” Vanessa smiled. “I’m talking about becoming Mrs. O’Hara.” She leaned back in her chair. “Brian said once the baby is born, everything will change. He’ll make our relationship public, and Claudia won’t matter anymore.” For a moment, I said nothing. Then Vanessa laughed. “She probably still thinks her marriage is perfect.” Her friend glanced around nervously. “Vanessa.” “What?” Vanessa lowered her voice, but I could still hear her. “Brian is careful. She’ll never know until he’s ready to tell her.” Her fingers stroked the diamond on her hand. “And even if she does find out, what can she do?” A smug smile touched her lips. “She has his name.” Vanessa rested her palm over her stomach. “But I have his son.” She smiled. “I’ve already won.” I looked at her for another second. Then I quietly set my coffee down. No confrontation. No slap. No warning. Vanessa could keep believing she had won. Brian could keep believing I trusted him. That would make what came next much easier. I walked out of the café and pulled out my phone. My father answered on the second ring. “Claudia?” I looked back through the window. Vanessa was still laughing, admiring the ring my husband had bought her. “Dad.” My voice was perfectly calm. “I have enough.” There was a brief silence. Then my father asked, “Are you sure?” I looked down at my wedding ring. Six years. I slipped it from my finger. For the first time since my wedding day, my hand was bare. “Yes.” I closed my fingers around the ring. “Tell the attorneys to start.” I paused. “And freeze every Moretti asset Brian thinks he can still touch.”