He Chose His Mistress, I Chose My Revenge Novel – After twenty years of a committed DINK lifestyle, my husband, Luca Montgomery, suddenly produced a seven-year-old child. After a thorough investigation, I discovered the woman he’d been keeping on the side was pregnant again. Even my mother-in-law, who was supposed to be enjoying her retirement at home, had moved in to take care of her during the pregnancy.
When the truth came out, I lost it. Luca and I had a screaming, hysterical fight. The elders and our peers all tried to reason with me. “ Is this really necessary? Twenty years is a long time. And honestly, we can see where Luca’s coming from. A man has to think about his legacy, an heir. It’s not like he’s a woman without those ties.’’ Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at Luca, who remained silent.
He was in his early forties, but his face, well-maintained, was still handsome. “You can bring the child here,” I said, my voice tight. “That’s the furthest my tolerance goes.” Luca picked up his car keys and headed for the door. I thought he was silently agreeing, but he paused before leaving to take down the wedding photo hanging in the foyer. “It wasn’t easy for Luna to go through the pain and suffering of a nine-month pregnancy for me.
I could never just abandon her out there!” He looked at me, his eyes completely devoid of affection. “If you can’t accept her and the boy, then from now on, I’ll stay with them on odd-numbered days… and come back to you on even-numbered days…” I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.
Any foolish hope for reconciliation and a return to how things were evaporated. “In that case,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady, “let’s get a divorce.” *** The room fell into a stunned silence at my words. Even Luca froze, his hand still on the doorknob. He looked at me, disbelief and complex emotions warring on his face as he pressed his lips together.
“Violet… Don’t be ridiculous.” I wiped my tears away, my heart aching with a sharp, rhythmic pain. “I’m not being ridiculous, Luca. I want a divorce.” Luca’s face darkened, a reproachful look settling on his features. “Violet, it’s been twenty years. How are you still this childish?” “Luna is ten years younger than you, gentle and understanding. She knows her position is awkward, but she’s never complained or felt hard done by.
All she wants is to be with me and our child. She hasn’t done anything wrong.” “She bore my children. And now you want me to snatch our son away from her and throw her out?… I can’t do it. I can’t be that cruel to her.” The words were spoken so lightly, yet they landed like physical blows, each one sending a tremor through my very being.
The initial shockwaves gave way to ripples of pain that seemed to ripple out into an ocean of anguish, with no end in sight. I squeezed my eyes shut, a feeble defense against the tide of memories. Twenty years ago, I had fallen in love with Luca. We were young and aligned in our thinking, both aware we lacked the confidence to take on the responsibility of parenthood in our twenties.
I was always scared of the agony of childbirth, so Luca took charge and got a vasectomy. After his procedure, we never skipped a precaution whenever we were together.This caused huge dissatisfaction with both our families at the time, but Luca didn’t care.