My Husband Got My Stalker Pregnant

As Addison Moore was about to turn off her computer and call it a day, a notification popped up on her screen. Irene: [Chasing after my idol, but accidentally ended up pregnant with her husband's child—what should I do?］ Addison usually ignored such gossip, but today, for some reason, she clicked on it. In the video, a man whose back was the only thing visible reached out a hand to caress a woman's stomach. Staring at the silhouette that bore an eerie resemblance to Steve Roberts, her husband, Addison's heart raced inexplicably. She let out a wry laugh and shook her head, realizing how much that obsessive fan had gotten under her skin. A year ago, Addison had participated in filming a cultural relic restoration documentary that became wildly popular after its release. Her exceptional restoration skills earned her a devoted following. One fan was downright deranged, camping daily outside Addison's workplace just to see her. She'd even broken into Addison's home to steal and wear her underwear. At one point, she'd recklessly chased Addison's car, causing repeated crashes that almost killed them both. When Steve learned of this, his fury knew no bounds, and he had Irene Wilson, the crazy fan, imprisoned immediately. Steve's message pulled Addison from her thoughts. Steve: Addison, it's our anniversary. I'm waiting downstairs. A wave of guilt washed over her. Here Steve was, thinking about their anniversary, while she had been doubting him over some baseless post. Back in university, if Addison merely said she missed him, Steve would traverse thousands of miles through blizzards just to hold her. Before their marriage, when Addison was diagnosed as infertile, he'd faced down his family's opposition, even cutting ties to marry her. After inheriting the Roberts Family business, no matter how swamped, he always made time for holidays and little surprises. Everyone said she'd won the lottery—married to a devoted, wealthy, and handsome man. It was straight out of a fairy tale. Phone in hand, Addison started downstairs when the account dropped another bombshell. Irene: [The baby's father won't let me go through with it. I'm keeping the baby.］ As she rounded the corner, Addison overheard Steve conversing with Leo Walker, his assistant. "Sir, I've escorted Ms. Wilson back." "Is she still causing trouble?" "Ms. Wilson insists you must accompany her tonight, or she'll abort the baby." "Today is mine and Addison's anniversary. I can't miss that. Tell Irene I'll come later." Addison's breath caught—Steve had betrayed her. With Irene Wilson, the freak who'd nearly killed her in a car chase last year. But hadn't he imprisoned Irene? Her knees buckled as she braced against the wall, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Mr. Roberts, there's also some good news. The hospital can now treat Madam's infertility. I've secured her immediate admission." Steve deliberated before responding, "No rush. Irene's been unstable lately. If she learns Addison could conceive, who knows what she might do? The baby comes first." Leo hesitated, compassion flashing in his eyes, then persisted. "Sir, Madam's condition won't wait. Further delay makes it incurable. Besides, she contracted this illness while restoring your mother's heirlooms..." Steve cut him off icily, "Enough! Know your place." Addison stood paralyzed, her heart shattering, face drenched in silent tears. Children—her greatest longing, her most profound sorrow. He was the one who had made her fall in love. He was the one who had promised to love only her for a lifetime. Addison didn't understand how love could fade so quickly. Yet she knew that a broken heart was like a shattered relic. No matter how carefully it was restored, it could never return to its original state. Wiping her face, she rose and texted. Addison: Working late. Go home. I'll return after. Steve: Okay. I'll fetch you later. As soon as the message was sent, Addison heard the roar of an engine starting downstairs. Steve's Porsche sped off. Addison let out a bitter laugh. 'In such a rush to see Irene?' As she watched the car disappear into the distance, her reddened eyes welled up with tears again. After composing herself, she immediately made a phone call. "Professor Lange, I'd like to join this desert archaeology project." Mark Lange fell silent for a few moments, clearly surprised by her decision. "Addison, the desert work is grueling. Your husband would never allow you to endure such hardship. It's not suitable for you. Moreover, this project involves classified research with no outside contact permitted until completion. If your devoted husband comes knocking on my door demanding answers, I won't be able to explain." Everyone knew how much Steve adored Addison, but now, those words tasted like bitter irony to her. "Professor, I've made up my mind. I can do it," she said firmly. Seeing her unwavering resolve, Mark stopped trying to dissuade her. After all, having her on the team would be a tremendous asset to the project. "Very well. I'll send you the confidentiality agreement. Get ready—we're leaving next month."