The Mistress Assaulted a Pregnant Woman in the Hospital — But She Had No Clue Who the Woman’s Father Really Was… Emily Harper, eight months pregnant, rested quietly in her hospital room at Riverside Medical Center in Chicago. The walls were a soothing blue, the scent of antiseptic lingered, and the rhythmic beeping beside her bed was the only sound breaking the silence. She had been admitted due to rising bl00d pressure and mild contractions—doctors said stress wasn’t helping. Alone, Emily traced soft patterns across her swollen belly, whispering to her unborn baby that everything would be fine even though she wasn’t sure she believed it herself. Just half a year earlier, life had been calm and predictable. She and her husband, Daniel Harper, were high school sweethearts turned husband and wife, living a modest, happy life. Daniel worked long hours at a financial firm downtown; Emily taught first graders at a neighborhood school. But the late nights turned into excuses, and the scent of unfamiliar perfume on his collars told her what his silence wouldn’t. Daniel was seeing someone else—Olivia Brooks, his firm’s brilliant but ruthless senior associate. When Emily finally confronted him, Daniel didn’t fight back or apologize. He only muttered that he felt “suffocated” and left that same night. The house that once echoed with laughter now stood painfully still. Now, resting in her hospital bed, Emily had almost made peace with the loneliness—until the door burst open. Olivia stepped in, immaculate in a navy dress, her heels clicking sharply against the tile. “So this is where you’re hiding,” she sneered. “Still hoping the baby will make him love you again?” Emily’s pulse spiked. “You shouldn’t be here.” “Oh, please.” Olivia’s tone turned venomous. “You’re pathetic—” She grabbed Emily’s wrist roughly. Before Emily could cry out, a low, commanding voice stopped everything. “Let go of her.” Both women turned. A tall man stood in the doorway, dressed in black, his expression unreadable. “Who are you?” Olivia demanded. He didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed only on Emily—steady, familiar. And in that instant, something deep within her recognized him. Not fear. But something far more profound. To be continued in comments… 👇