The Day My Childhood Sweetheart Came to Kill Me

On my birthday, my wife’s childhood sweetheart burst in, clutching a child.

He kicked over the banquet table in front of me, eyes blazing.

“Ivy, give us father and son an answer right now. How long will you keep us waiting?”

That was when I learned the truth—my wife, who had always claimed to be allergic to proteins from the opposite sex, had secretly given birth to her ex’s child.

No wonder she never let me touch her. No wonder she refused to have children with me.

She already had one—with another man. And now, that man had come to my doorstep.