Search History Revealed HimChapter 1
My phone ran out of battery, so I borrowed my husband’s to quickly search on Google what kind of Valentine’s Day gift would surprise a man.
Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon his browsing history:
“Having unprotected sex with a Black girl—will that give me AIDS?”
“If I can make a foreign woman climax three times in one night, does that mean I’m strong?”
“Do illegitimate children from international affairs have inheritance rights?”
My whole body stiffened, and a terrible premonition shot straight up my spine.
When my husband came out after his shower, I immediately asked:
“Have you been troubled by something lately?”
Daniel Foster froze.
“Well, actually, yeah! We’ve been married for five years without having a child. How about we adopt one?”
“I’ve heard Black babies are smart—why don’t we adopt a mixed-race one?”
I forced a smile. “Sure!”
Then I immediately called my childhood friend, a lawyer:
“What’s the maximum sentence for bigamy?”
“…”
There was a short silence on the other end before a deep voice said:
“That bastard Daniel really dared to cheat on you?”
My throat felt dry; I paused before speaking again:
“I’m not sure, but he said he wants to adopt a Black baby.”
“And in his search history, he was asking if cooking with Black women could transmit AIDS.”
The voice cursed and then warned me urgently:
“Stay away from him and get a full medical check-up right now!”
Then came the rustling sound of movement.
“Wait for me—I’m flying back immediately!”
The call had barely ended when my phone buzzed with a friend request.
The avatar was a chibi devil girl.
As soon as I accepted, a message popped up:
“Being a mom without labor pain feels great, doesn’t it?”
I was still puzzled when the doorbell rang.
My husband walked in carrying a large cardboard box.
“Sweetheart, surprise!
“It’s Valentine’s Day today, and I got you a special gift. Open it, quick!”
He placed the box on the coffee table in front of me.
I froze for a second, thinking maybe I had misunderstood him.
After all, he had never been this thoughtful on Valentine’s Day before.
With a hint of hope, I carefully unwrapped the box.
The next second, a piercing cry nearly shattered my eardrums.
My eyes widened in disbelief as I looked inside.
It was a dark-skinned infant.
The baby’s mouth was wide open, crying at the top of his lungs.
“Well? Do you like it?”