MY HUSBAND FORCED ME TO ORGANIZE A PARTY FOR HIS MISTRESS—AND WHAT I GAVE THEM SHATTERED THEIR ENTIRE WORLD
My name is Valerie. I was a dutiful wife to Franco. For ten years of marriage, we were never blessed with a child. This became the constant accusation thrown at me by my mother-in-law, Doña Matilda, and by Franco himself.
“You’re barren! You’re a useless woman!” Franco would shout every time he got drunk.
Then one day, Franco came home with another woman. Her name was Jessica—young, beautiful, and pregnant.
“Valerie,” Franco said bluntly, without any shame. “Jessica is pregnant. She will give me the heir you could never give me. She will live here from now on.”
My heart shattered. But the pain became even worse when Franco gave me an order.
“I want you to prepare a party for us,” he commanded. “A grand welcome party and a gender reveal for my child. I want all my business partners to see that I finally have an heir. Do it—if you still want to stay in this house.”
With no family to run to and with Franco controlling all my money, I agreed. I looked like a fool—the legal wife decorating balloons and preparing food for my husband’s mistress.
The day of the party arrived.
The mansion was filled with guests—Franco’s relatives, friends, and business associates. All of them looked at me with either pity or judgment.
Jessica wore a tight gown, caressing her swollen belly while clinging to Franco’s arm. Doña Matilda was smiling from ear to ear.
“At last!” Doña Matilda shouted into the microphone. “The Mondragon family will finally have a real grandchild! Thank goodness Jessica came along. If we had relied on Valerie, we would have died without a bloodline!”
The guests burst into laughter. I stood in a corner, head bowed, holding a tray of juice—like a servant in my own home.
“Valerie!” Franco called out. “Come up to the stage!”
