Chapter 2

After Guillermo went inside, I walked to the street corner and lit a cigarette.

The passionate scene kept replaying in my mind. I felt dizzy. Behind me, I heard the gym door open.

"Where is this big shot?"

Guillermo sounded confused.

"He was just out here. How did he leave so quickly?"

I didn't turn around, standing under the tree with my back to them. I heard Rachel's voice.

"Oh no, did he leave? That's such a shame."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly cried out.

"Ah!"

The sound cut off abruptly. I heard the gym door open and close again. Scott asked, puzzled.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing! Don't ask!"

Scott laughed.

"You couldn't possibly think that guy smoking with his back to us is your husband, could you? That's ridiculous.

Didn't you say your husband's just a broke loser? Look at that guy's back carefully—look at what he's wearing. There's no way that's him."

I exhaled a puff of smoke, just listening to them talk.

"If it really were your husband, he would've rushed in to catch us. Would he just stand there smoking? What kind of nerves would that take?"

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, her voice returning to normal.

"You're right. He's probably at home taking care of the baby right now."

"Exactly."

Scott lowered his voice, but I could still hear him clearly.

"Your husband probably has no idea to this day that the precious baby he's taking care of so diligently at home is actually ours."

The two of them laughed. I crushed the cigarette in my hand.

Guillermo didn't laugh. He stood at the door looking at these two people, his eyes full of contempt.

"Can you two have some shame? Her husband's at home taking care of the baby, and you're here messing around with someone else. Have you no conscience?"

Rachel pursed her lips without responding. Guillermo shook his head.

"I don't know which poor bastard married you and is raising another man's kid."

I turned my back to them, tossed the crushed cigarette into the trash, and drove away.

Guillermo didn't know that poor bastard was standing ten meters in front of him.

"Alright, alright, get back inside. You two scared the boss away."

"So he left. Big deal."

Scott put his arm around Rachel as they walked back inside.

"It's not that important anyway."

The two chatted and laughed as they returned to the gym.

Guillermo stood at the door sighing, looking around trying to find me.

I didn't give him the chance. I turned and left.

When I got home, the baby was sleeping soundly in the cradle.

I looked at that little face, remembering Scott's words—that the child I was caring for at home was actually theirs.

I'd been raising this couple's bastard child for a month.

Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother.

"Mom."

"What's wrong? You don't sound good. Isn't Rachel with you?"

"No, she's at the gym right now."

"How can she go to the gym right after giving birth? She's not taking care of her body at all. That's not acceptable."

I gathered my courage.

"Mom, forget about that. She's been cheating on me. I'm getting a divorce."

My mother sighed. Her voice didn't sound too surprised.

"Gonzalez, I always thought Rachel's character was questionable. Looking back, having you hide your identity was the right call. Otherwise, if she'd come after you for money, it would be even more troublesome."

"I know. I've got it figured out."

"Gonzalez, how do you want to handle this?"

I suddenly smiled.

"Let me handle it myself. I'll make that cheating couple pay the price. This definitely won't end like this."