When My Unborn Child Told the Truth

My boyfriend was paralyzed for three years, and I served him with all my heart.

Until I found a lipstick print on the collar of his white shirt. He coldly proposed to break up: "Looking at the same face for twenty years, any man would get tired."

Next to him, a female classmate blushed, tidying her clothes, her eyes full of provocation.

I clutched the prenatal check-up report and turned to leave, but suddenly, a furious voice came from my belly:

"Mom, don't go! That lipstick mark was drawn by that woman with a pen while Dad was napping!