Eight Months Pregnant: He Kissed His Mistress's Baby Bump

Eight months pregnant, Claire Bennett had come to the hospital for a prenatal checkup, only to see her husband, Daniel Carter, gently kissing another woman's baby bump.

A terminal diagnosis report was clutched tightly in her hand as she watched the two of them celebrating the upcoming birth of an illegitimate child.

Emily Morgan leaned against Daniel with practiced fragility and said softly, "Honey, what if your wife finds out you came with me today? She's pregnant too. What if she..."

Daniel let out a dismissive chuckle. "You're what matters right now. I won't let her hurt you. If she wants to make a scene, then we'll get divorced."

Claire lowered her gaze and gently touched her stomach. "Baby, he doesn't deserve to be your father."

......

Claire gripped the diagnosis report so hard that the paper had begun to wrinkle beneath her fingers. At the bottom of the page, the conclusion was brutally simple—Cancer.

She was eight months pregnant. She should have been waiting joyfully for her baby's arrival. Instead, fate had handed her a death sentence first.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Margaret Bennett, her mother.

Claire answered quietly, and her mother's steady voice came through the receiver. "Claire, we've already discussed it as a family. This marriage isn't worth saving anymore. Divorce him. Once the baby's born, the child will carry the Bennett name. Our family will raise them ourselves."

Claire's throat tightened painfully. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll listen to you, Mom."

With that single sentence, five years of marriage came to an end.

After ending the call, Claire looked toward the obstetrics department entrance again.

So this was the "important business" Daniel had been too busy with. Accompanying his mistress to her prenatal appointment.

She had come alone again today. Throughout the entire eight months of her pregnancy, from her earliest prenatal screenings to the late-stage fetal monitoring appointments, she had gone through dozens of checkups by herself. Not once had Daniel accompanied her.

Whenever she tried to coax him into making time for just one visit, his answer never changed. "The company's too busy. I can't get away."

So she kept understanding him. She understood how exhausting it was to build a business from the ground up. She understood how overwhelming his work was. Again and again, she chose compromise, swallowing every hardship and discomfort of pregnancy alone.

But now, watching Daniel kiss Emily's stomach with such tenderness, Claire felt like a complete fool.

Emily was pregnant too, her slight baby bump suggesting she was only three or four months along. She leaned delicately against Daniel's side, fragile and dependent, like someone who needed to be treasured and protected at all costs.

Claire stared at them without blinking. The pressure in her chest became so suffocating she could barely breathe.

Only a few yards separated them, close enough for every word of their conversation to drift clearly into her ears like knives carving straight into her heart.

Daniel lowered his head and spoke to Emily with painstaking care.

"Your body's too delicate, so absolutely no rich soups or herbal tonics. They're too strong for you and could trigger allergies or bleeding. Don't touch them at all. The baby's still unstable during the first trimester, so no staying up late. You need to be in bed by ten every night, and stop spending so much time on your phone too. Walk slower. And no climbing stairs alone, not even one flight. If you trip or hit something, the consequences could be disastrous. And from now on, don't eat outside food anymore. Too greasy, too unhealthy. I've already asked a nutritionist to prepare personalized meals for you every day. No junk food either."

Every careful reminder, every tiny detail of concern... was tenderness Daniel had never once given Claire.

Emily nestled against him, her eyes curving with a sweet smile. "Daniel, you worry about my body more than I do. I feel so lucky."

Daniel raised a hand and gently stroked her hair, the tenderness in his eyes impossible to hide. "You're carrying my child. Of course I'm going to take good care of you."

Claire stood rooted to the spot, cold all over, her hands and feet trembling beyond her control.

No one knew that the soup Daniel had just warned Emily not to drink was not some random piece of information he had looked up.

When Claire had been five months pregnant, Daniel had specifically instructed the housekeeper to make rich soup for her every day, saying it would nourish her body.

She had obediently drunk it for an entire week. In the end, she had suffered a sudden severe allergic reaction, vomiting and having diarrhea until she began bleeding heavily. She had nearly lost the five-month-old baby and had spent the entire night in the hospital fighting for both their lives.

After that, Daniel had learned every pregnancy precaution inside out. He knew what pregnant women should eat, what they needed to avoid, and every tiny detail that required attention.

So all his tenderness, all his careful knowledge about pregnancy, had been learned through trial and error on Claire.

He had taken the experience gained from Claire's pain and turned around to use it with painstaking care on another woman and her child.

Just then, a flicker of worry crossed Emily's eyes. She lifted her head and asked softly, "Daniel, what if Claire finds out about us? She's pregnant too, even further along than I am. What if she makes a scene..."

Daniel soothed the woman in his arms with gentle patience. "Don't be scared. I'll keep hiding it from her. Claire has always been soft-hearted and sensible. Even if she notices something is wrong, she won't make a big fuss. And even if she really does cause trouble, I'll protect you no matter what. Worst case, I'll just divorce her. With how far along she is, even if this gets out, people will only think she's being emotional and unreasonable. They won't blame us."

Pain twisted through Claire's heart in sharp waves. Her eyes reddened in an instant as countless grievances and old wounds surged up inside her.

She could not help thinking back on everything that had happened before.

Ever since Emily had divorced her ex-husband and returned to the country, she had kept clinging to Daniel, always using her poor health and pregnancy discomfort as excuses to ask him for help. Back then, Claire had been deeply uncomfortable with it and had told Daniel plainly that it bothered her.

But every time, Daniel brushed her off with righteous-sounding excuses. Emily had just gone through a divorce. She was alone and unwell. As a friend, he should look after her.

He kept saying he was only taking care of a pregnant woman. Yet he had completely forgotten that Claire was pregnant too, further along, heavier, more exhausted, and far more in need of companionship and care.

She had understood him, forgiven him, and compromised again and again. In return, they had betrayed her so thoroughly that they had even conceived a child behind her back.

After hearing Daniel say he was willing to divorce Claire for her, Emily's eyes instantly turned red. "Daniel, I don't want to ruin your marriage with Claire. I just want to give birth to this baby safely. That's enough for me. I'm not asking for a title..."

She claimed she did not want a title, but the triumph in her eyes could not be hidden at all.

When Daniel saw her tears, his heart ached even more. He pulled her tightly into his arms and comforted her in a low, tender voice.

At the end of the hallway, Claire tightened her grip on the terminal diagnosis report in her hand.