I Was Seven Months Pregnant When My Husband’s Mistress Smashed My Car, Destroyed My Baby Seat, And Branded Me The Homewrecker

When I told him Brittany had destroyed my car, he went silent for too long. When I said I had seen the footage, he didn’t deny knowing her. He didn’t deny sleeping with her. He just exhaled and said my name like I was the problem now.

I hung up before he could finish.

Detective Morrison handed me her card and asked if I felt safe going home. I said yes, because I still needed to look my husband in the eye before deciding what kind of war I was willing to fight.

Then my phone rang again.

This time, it was the police captain.

He asked one question before his tone shifted completely.

“Mrs. Harper… are you Commissioner Robert Sullivan’s daughter?”

And just like that, the situation became far bigger than a wrecked car.

By the time I got home, Derek was standing in the nursery, pretending to consider paint colors.

That almost made me laugh.