My Wife Cripple Me, I Went on a Killing SpreeChapter 1
On the way to take my son to school, I was dragged into an alley by dozens of burly men.
After enduring hours of torment worse than death, my intestines ruptured and my anus was torn. The doctor cruelly declared that I would have to wear a colostomy bag for life.
My wife, undeterred, tearfully vowed to stay by my side and take care of me for the rest of my life.
But, outside the intensive care unit, my son’s confused voice struck me like a heavy blow.
"Mom, our goal was just to transplant Dad’s organ to my biological father. But why did you have those men torture him like that?"
My wife sighed. "If we don’t completely cripple him, what if he finds out the truth and goes after your real dad?"
I clenched my fists, tears silently streaming down my face.
It turned out that my son wasn’t even mine. They had even taken away my ability to have children, just to give it to that bastard.
After discovering the truth, I made the decision to sever all ties with my wife and son.
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As soon as the ICU door was pushed open, my wife and son rushed to my bedside.
Kelly’s eyes were brimming with tears. “Honey, you… you have to stay strong. Our son and I will always be by your side.”
My son’s young voice trembled. “Dad, Mom and I will take care of you for the rest of your life.”
Their acting was impeccable. It’s a shame they weren’t in show business.
I slowly moved my eyes, weakly staring at my son’s tear-streaked face.
His eyes didn’t resemble mine. His nose didn’t either. Not a single feature looked like me.
If I hadn’t overheard their conversation just now, I might have remained in the dark for the rest of my life.
Thinking about how I had been made a fool for so many years, my hands clenched tightly onto the bedsheet. My lips trembled, but I couldn’t utter a single word.
At that moment, the door swung open and our high school bully, Matthew Bill, walked in.
I remembered my wife once telling me that Matthew had relentlessly pursued her back in the day. She had said they were young and foolish and had a brief history together.
He walked in carrying a large bouquet of fresh flowers, his expression filled with regret and exhaustion.
“Davis, it’s been years… I never thought our reunion would be under such heartbreaking circumstances.”
His familiar features were exactly like my son’s. What else was there left to doubt?