Eight Years Ago, My Wife Cheated On Me

Our daughter didn't say "Daddy" the whole time, but when she saw her mom and me arguing, she started crying and said.

"Daddy Dan is bad, I want Daddy Jerry."

My heart skipped a beat again.

After hearing our daughter's words, my wife, who had finished cleaning up the trash, also started complaining.

"Dan, since you're not going to work, then stay at home and spend some time with her. I still need to go to the office later."

My wife even would go to the company on weekends. She was really hard-working.

She would go and find Jerry.

In order to not let my wife notice anything unusual, I still asked, "Do you need a ride?'

My wife lowered her head to put on her shoes, her voice sounding a bit impatient.

"No need, I'll ride the electric bike there myself."

After my wife left, I also asked my daughter a question.

"Rosa, tell Daddy, does Jerry often come to our house?"

My daughter innocently smiled and said, "Yes, Jerry even came to accompany me and Mom last night."

I touched my daughter's hair and pointed to the gift box on the ground.

"Rosa, that's a gift that Daddy specially brought for you from the airport. Go and see if you like it."

My daughter happily opened the little bag I bought for her.

And I looked at the hair in my hand and went out with my daughter.

Taking advantage of my wife going to work, I took my daughter to the hospital and sent her hair for testing.

On the way back, we happened to pass by my wife's company.

Just as my car was parked, I saw my wife coming out with a male colleague.

They were talking and laughing, and their bodies were almost sticking together.

Until they got closer and closer to me.

The male colleague next to my wife was none other than Jerry.

When my wife and I just got married, she came to a completely unfamiliar environment alone, and I was working in another city.

So, I used my connections to help my wife find a job at a construction company in her hometown.

Jerry started working in the company as soon as my wife joined. Half jokingly, I asked him to take care of my wife at work.

As a result, even my daughter started calling him dad.

When my daughter and I got off the car, she ran towards the two of them, while I stood there calmly watching the three of them.

At this moment, they looked more like a family.

My wife was surprised to see my daughter, "Rosa, why are you here?"

"Dad brought me here."

After saying that, my daughter happily jumped into Jerry's arms, "Daddy Jerry, are you coming to my house to play today?"

"How about tomorrow?"

The two of them were very intimate. If I weren't Rosa's father, I would almost think that they were father and daughter.

But as far as I know, Jerry's wife was about to give birth. Did he still have time to come to my house?

Scarlet looked up and saw me, and asked me with some dissatisfaction.

"Why are you here?"

Jerry also saw me. He was first stunned, and then attached with a warm smile.

"Dan, you're back! Why didn't you tell us and arrange a time to have a meal at your place?"

Were you coming to my house just for dinner?

I did not even want to expose him!

The sight of the two of them having a meal together in bed immediately came to my mind.

Thinking about it, I started to feel nauseous. Without any concrete evidence, my speculations were useless.

I cleared my throat and said, "Rosa and I came to pick up Scarlet and take her home. Let's meet another day."

Jerry smiled awkwardly and Rosa in his arms started crying.

"No, I want Daddy Jerry to come home and play with me today!"

It didn't feel good to hear my daughter calling someone else daddy before the paternity test results come out.

My phone vibrated, and it was Dr. Lee, who I was familiar with, sending me the test results.

[Dan MacDonald and Rosa MacDonald have no blood relationship.]

Seeing this result, the last straw in my heart was also crushed.

I had been raising someone else's child for eight years, and it was highly likely that the child's father was the man in front of me.

Seeing my crying daughter, I no longer had the patience I had before.

"Rosa, stop making a fuss! Or don't come home."

After saying that, Rosa cried even harder.

"I want Daddy Jerry, not Daddy Dan!"

My wife also started to scold me, "Dan, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"

I looked at my wife's face, which had aged after giving birth to a child and going to work. I used to feel sorry for her suffering for giving birth to a child for me. I would satisfy whatever she wanted within my ability.

But the child was not mine at all. Why should I be polite?

"I didn't scold her. Since she likes Wang Yang to be her father, then go home with Wang Yang.'

When my wife heard this, she became even angrier, "Dan, what kind of language are you using? Do you still want to continue this marriage? If you don't want to, let's get divorced!"

Every time my wife got angry, she always brought up divorce. I would immediately put aside my temper and coax her. But this time, I spoke directly.

"Then let's get divorced."