My Husband's Mistress is My Best FriendChapter 1
While I was vomiting out of pregnancy, I gave Dustin a call.
It was my best friend who answered the phone.
She said on the other end of the phone in a coquettish voice, "Angelica, Dustin was drunk last night and stayed at my place for the whole night. He hasn't woken up yet."
"What's the matter? I'll convey a message for you."
I didn't cry or make a fuss. I took a taxi to the hospital alone and almost died on the operating table.
When Dustin saw my flat belly and the divorce agreement, he cried and asked me why.
The morning sickness this time was more intense than ever before.
I felt very uncomfortable and subconsciously called Dustin.
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. "Angelica, Dustin was drunk last night and stayed at my place for the whole night."
"What's the matter? I'll convey a message for you."
Heather's tone was like that of a hostess. I was stunned for a moment and stared at the phone screen for a long time.
After confirming that I had dialed the right number, I found my voice and asked the question in my heart.
"Why is he with you? Isn't he on a business trip?"