My Husband Invited His Pregnant Mistress to Our Family Holiday Dinner – But His Parents Quickly Stepped In

Marcus stood up so suddenly, his chair scraped loudly across the floor. He gripped the back of it like he needed to steady himself.

“I have someone I’d like you all to meet,” he said, his voice sounding strange, almost formal.

I looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

But before he answered, the front door opened.

A woman walked in.

She looked around 30, maybe younger. She had long, dark hair and impossibly smooth skin. Her fitted black dress hugged her figure, the kind of dress you wear when you know people will be looking at you. And they were, especially at the rounded curve of her stomach.

She was pregnant.

She crossed the room with careful confidence, not meeting my eyes. She walked straight to Marcus’ side and stood there, her hand just inches from his.

“This is Camille,” Marcus said, his voice steady now. “She means a great deal to me. And we’re expecting a child together.”

My heart stopped.

For a moment, no one moved. Then my mother gasped and pressed her hand to her chest. Iris stared at Marcus, open-mouthed. His parents looked like they’d been slapped.

Jacob dropped his fork. The sound rang through the room like a fire alarm.

Emma grabbed my hand under the table, her small fingers gripping mine so hard it hurt.

I could neither breathe nor think.