Since getting married, my husband and I had a loving relationship, and I am not the kind of woman who would be unfaithful. So why did this happen?
"Could there be a mistake with the test? The child can't possibly not be his."
"Enough." My husband roared. Even I couldn't accept such a result, let alone him.
"Honey, believe me, the child is definitely yours. There must be some mistake."
I looked up at him, only to see his face flushed with anger. The veins on his forehead were bulging as he struggled to suppress his rage. Perhaps he hadn't expected such a result either.
"The result is out, and you still want to keep lying to me?"
I can't say a word in front of this report.
My husband went back to his parents' house, and I didn't even have a reason to make him stay. The house suddenly felt much emptier.
When my mother-in-law learned about the situation, she showed up the next day. She had never liked me, and now that this had happened, it played right into her hands.
"I always knew you and Kane wouldn't end well. Now that you've done such a thing, you must be prepared for a divorce."
"Divorce? I don't agree."
The child was clearly his, and I couldn't divorce over this. Besides, even if we were to divorce, it should be a decision made between us as husband and wife. He should be the one to discuss it with me.
"What right do you have to disagree? You carried another man's child and made my son the fool?"
My mother-in-law's face turned ugly in an instant.
No matter what, the child was still young and needs a father. But I had no clue about this test result.
My husband was soft-hearted, and I still held onto a sliver of hope that he might come back to me.
A few days later, I received a package. When I opened it, I was surprised to find a silk nightgown, and it was a designer brand.
In all the years we'd been together, he had never bought me anything so expensive.
It seemed I was right—he wanted to come back.
I hurriedly put on the nightgown, took a photo, and sent it to him, but I waited a long time without receiving any response.
The next day, I saw a photo on his Instagram showing him having a great time at a bar with some people.
Could I have misunderstood?
I quickly rummaged through the trash, pulled out the package, and found that while the address was correct, the recipient's name wasn't mine.