Trapped By My Husband's Dangerous Brother

"Doctor, I stepped into someone else's marriage and had a baby with a married man behind my boyfriend's back. Am I being highly immoral?"

Eleanora Reed, a top-tier psychologist, frowned at the glaring words on her screen. It was her shift for online consultations, and this was the very first message from her newest anonymous client.

A mistress. Infidelity. An illegitimate secret child.

The sheer audacity and moral bankruptcy were suffocating. No wonder this woman only dared to seek counsel hiding behind a screen.

Forcing herself to maintain professional detachment, Eleanora typed back: "Could you elaborate on your situation?"

"Our families are close. We were childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven," the client replied instantly, her words dripping with a sickening sense of entitlement. "But right before we were supposed to get engaged, he was bewitched by another woman. To please her, he forced me into exile in Europe."

Eleanora sighed inwardly.

The classic trope of a childhood sweetheart losing to a sudden newcomer. Watching the prize get snatched right from her hands must be a hard pill to swallow for anyone. No wonder her psyche had become so twisted.

She typed back: "Please continue. I am listening."

"I'm not a cheap woman. To force myself to move on, I found a new boyfriend," the messages kept popping up. "But on the very day I went public with my new relationship, he flew halfway across the world behind his wife's back and came begging for me. He told me his wife doesn't understand him at all, that their marriage is just an empty shell."

"I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist him. Soon, I was pregnant, and I secretly gave birth to his son behind my boyfriend's back."

"Back then, I begged him to leave her and give me a proper status, but he refused. Now, there's no way I'm dumping my boyfriend just for him."

"Doctor, do you know what the craziest part is? When I was wheeled into the delivery room, his wife was also heavily pregnant and about to give birth. Yet, he didn't hesitate to cancel a multi-million-dollar overseas merger just to fly over and hold my hand while I delivered our baby."

"He even told me that the baby his wife is carrying is just an accident, a burdensome responsibility, but our son is his true love!"

Reading this, Eleanora felt a wave of pure nausea churn in her stomach.

Playing the victim while actively being a homewrecker? What kind of twisted, disgusting logic was this?

Instinctively, Eleanora gently rubbed her own swollen, eight-month pregnant belly. Compared to that poor, oblivious wife in the story, Eleanora felt like the luckiest woman on earth.

Her husband, Edward, also had a childhood sweetheart—Krystal Powell. After Eleanora and Edward got together, Krystal had tried every dirty trick in the book to sabotage their relationship. Eventually, she crossed Edward's bottom line. Without a shred of hesitation, Edward ruthlessly exiled Krystal to Europe and cut off all contact.

And ironically enough, Edward had also recently canceled a crucial multi-million-dollar overseas merger. But unlike the cheating scum in the client's story, Edward did it purely so he could be on standby for Eleanora's upcoming delivery.

Now, approaching her due date, Eleanora was spoiled like a queen.

Even though pregnancy had swollen her body and faded her usual glamour, Edward’s obsession with her only deepened. This ruthless CEO, who struck fear into the hearts of everyone in the boardroom, would get out of bed at 3 AM just to personally buy her midnight cravings the moment she asked.

All her friends were green with envy, calling her the most pampered wife in the world.

A sharp 'ding' from the chat mercilessly shattered Eleanora's peaceful reverie.

"He is a man of immense power and wealth, yet he is willing to personally change our son's dirty diapers. The moment our boy was born, he dropped ten million dollars to set up a trust fund for him."

"This time, my son and I flew back to the States. He personally picked us up at the airport and bought us a massive mansion in Beverly Hills. He hired an entire team of maids and a private butler, treating us like royalty. He said he was terrified of me suffering even the slightest grievance."

Being a homewrecker and actually flaunting it with such proud arrogance? This person's mind was completely warped. Just as Eleanora was pondering how to professionally guide her out of this toxic delusion, another message popped up.

"Doctor, what if the one cheating was your husband... what if he had a son with his first love while you were pregnant... would you divorce him?"

The sheer disrespect and oddly specific provocation made Eleanora's blood boil instantly.

Eleanora's eyes turned completely icy. With a sense of condescending clarity, her fingers flew across the keyboard, delivering her unyielding verdict:

"A relationship is built on absolute loyalty. A one-sided betrayal is a rotting ulcer that destroys everything. I would never waste another second of my life on a hypocrite. I would divorce him immediately, take everything he owes me, and watch them rot together."