Husband Got an Intern Pregnant

I stood outside the door, staring at my husband, Jericho, as he pinned the young intern up against the window.

She was gasping, clearly overwhelmed. “Mr. Greene, please… slower. I’m pregnant.”

Jericho froze. Then he shoved her off, face darkening. “You didn’t take the pill?”

The girl blinked, like she couldn’t believe what was happening. Panic crept onto her face. “I… I forgot last time. Please don’t be mad, I’ll deal with it right away. I swear Reina won’t ever know!“

Jericho’s voice turned icy. “You really think I don’t see what you’re doing? You’re not Reina. You’ll never be her.”