My Deep Affection Couldn't Match Her Unrestrained Nature

"Dad, that guy last time was at our place again!"

Last time? Again?

On my way home, my son's voice hit me hard. I couldn't believe my wife would betray me, but what does a nearly five-year-old kid know about lying?

Looking back, she's been all dolled up every day, yet hasn't come near me for a while. I've been slammed at work, so I didn't think much of it.

Now, it's starting to look fishy.

When I got home, Lily was lounging on the couch binge-watching her shows. Our son was right there, lost in his toys. The kitchen was spotless — no sign of dinner.

"Look who's home!"

Lily, all cozy on the couch, chimed in softly, "I'm beat today. How about we grab a bite out?"

Beat? Or just beat from sneaking around? Before, her flirty voice would've made me swoon, but now... it just turns my stomach.

I played it cool, dropped a casual "Alright, I'll just change," and headed for the bedroom.

The room was pristine, even the floors were gleaming, yet I found a clue in the bathroom trash — a condom wrapper.

Rage flared up inside me.

Lily, I've given you everything, never shorted you, and this is how you repay me?

Fire in my eyes, I was about to bust out and confront her, but as I touched the door, I cooled off.

Knowing Lily, unless caught in the act, she'd deny everything. Arguing is useless and would only scare our son.

I had to keep my cool and gather solid evidence fast.

The next day, instead of heading to work, I parked at a supermarket and walked back to our place, straight to the security office.

I claimed I lost something in the hallway. The attendant was all over it, eager to help with the tapes. But airing dirty laundry isn't my style, so I made an excuse to get him out.

Alone, I kept my composure and pulled up the recent footage.

It didn't take long. I homed in on yesterday's tape. A man at my door—and seeing his face struck me like lightning.

Alex Mitchell!

My childhood friend, my closest pal. There he was, smiling as he knocked on my door... and didn't leave for over an hour.

Truth be told, I had my suspicions about everyone — the neighbors, her ex, and even her colleagues. But Alex? Never saw it coming.

As I stepped out into the glaring sun, my heart felt like it dropped into a frozen abyss.

I am a guy with a fortune, seen as a life winner, but here I am, caught up in this mess.

With resolve, I headed home.

Barely had I taken a few steps when my phone rang. It was my son's kindergarten teacher, frantic, "Mr. Johnson, it's urgent. Your son collapsed. We've rushed him to the hospital, and we can't reach his mom..."

Panic gripped me; confronting Lily was the last thing on my mind. I dashed to the hospital.

With the betrayal already burning, I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to my son.

At the hospital, the doctor handed me some papers, "Your son has congenital anemia. A bone marrow transplant is best. Get tested ASAP."

I rushed through the tests, desperate for a match.

Half an hour later, I got the results. I stood there, stunned, mind blank... The marrow matched, but the DNA didn't.

My kid... isn't mine.