Chapter 1

My wife had been in France for advanced studies for six months. On our wedding anniversary, I secretly flew to France, wanting to give her a surprise.

I didn't expect she would give me a "surprise" too.

She was pregnant, her belly round and swollen.

Under my interrogation, she revealed the whole story.

Her first love was dying of late-stage cancer and wanted to leave behind an heir. She agreed to help him have a child.

After hearing this, I was furious.

My wife, however, righteously said: "I just wanted to give him an heir. Is that wrong?"

I trembled with anger all over.

A woman like this, I might as well be without!

The day before our wedding anniversary, my wife Emily and I exchanged messages.

[Honey, tomorrow is our 5th wedding anniversary. We spent the first four years together, but this year you're in a foreign country. I feel so lonely. I really want to book a flight to come see you right now.]

[Don't. You're so busy with work, and flights are expensive. Just hold on for another six months. I'll be back then.]

[Alright, I'll listen to you.]

She didn't know that I had already booked a flight to France, just to give her a surprise.

The next morning at 8 am, I boarded the flight to France.

More than 6 hours later, I arrived in France.

I bought a bouquet of roses and came to her residence.

With an excited heart, I knocked on the door.

Soon the door opened.

"Honey, are you surprised?" I said excitedly.

"Ry...Ryan?" She had a shocked, flustered look.

"Haha, it's your dear husband, coming all this way to see you." I went to hug her, but was stopped by something.

I looked down and saw her big belly, round and swollen. She must have been at least 6 months pregnant.

I was horrified and confused, falling from heaven to hell!

"You... you're pregnant?" I asked in disbelief, trembling.

"Come in and we'll talk!" She pulled me inside and closed the door. "You must be tired from the journey. Sit down, I'll get you some water."

"I don't want any water. Just tell me what's going on?" I angrily threw the roses on the floor.

"As you can see, I'm pregnant," she said calmly.

"Weren't you infertile? How did you suddenly get pregnant?"

After we got married, she couldn't get pregnant for a long time. One day she came to me crying with a medical report that said she was infertile.

I hugged her and comforted her, saying it didn't matter if we had children or not, as long as we were together forever. At worst, we could adopt.

"I... I can actually have children," she said, hanging her head like a child who had done something wrong, feeling guilty.

"Didn't that medical report say you were infertile?"

"That medical report was fake..." she confessed honestly.

It turned out she wasn't infertile at all.

The reason she pretended to be infertile was because she was at a critical point in her career, and having a child would affect her professional life.

"Then whose bastard child is in your belly?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Ryan, watch your language. This is not a bastard child."

"So you want to be a slut while pretending to be pure?" I raged.

"Ryan, you're being too harsh," she said, her eyes moist with tears of grievance.

"Tell me! Which son of a bitch planted his seed in your belly?" I roared.

A man's dignity, a husband's identity, shattered to pieces.

"It's... it's Jack's," she said softly, avoiding my gaze.

I was stunned. Jack was her first love, and also a married man.

"You two rekindled your old flame and hooked up again?"

"It's not what you think. He has cancer in the late stages and wanted to leave behind an heir. I felt sorry for him, so I agreed. But I absolutely didn't betray you. We did it through artificial insemination."

Hearing this, my worldview was shattered.

Is this something you can help with?

Moreover, you're a married woman.

"Don't you know he has a wife?" I asked in a low voice.

"I know, but his wife can't have children."

"She can't have children, so you have them for her?"

"People's hearts are made of flesh. Besides, Jack and I used to be lovers. How could I refuse when he begged me on his deathbed?"

"Wow, you're such a kind and understanding woman. There are a few female colleagues at my company who can't have children either. Why don't you help them out too?" I said sarcastically.

"Ryan, you're shameless."

"I may be shameless, but at least I'm not as shameless as you."

"I just wanted to give him an heir. Is that wrong?" she said righteously.