His Precious Daisy, My Lost Child

My husband Caleb's mistress and I were in a car crash at the same time, but he chose to save her first.

At the hospital, the doctor told me I had a miscarriage because I was taken to the hospital too late after the accident.

"Caleb," I croaked, "our baby is gone."

Caleb was standing at the door of the ward, holding his mistress, Daisy.

Daisy only had a few scrapes.

He frowned. "Willow, stop making a fuss. Daisy's pregnancy is still delicate."

That's when I finally saw it clearly. The woman he was protecting had a visibly rounded belly, at least four months along.