My DINK Wife is Pregnant: Who is the Father of the Child?

I was on duty in the obstetrics and gynecology department during a holiday, and I met my wife.

After coming out of the obstetrics clinic, she cried with joy and waved the ultrasound report.

"I'm pregnant! I'm finally pregnant!"

But when she got married, she said she was a Dink.

She also ordered me to get a vasectomy...

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I was getting off the elevator when Kayla Reed came out of the obstetrics and gynecology clinic.

I was surprised to meet her.

Because she just made a fuss with me yesterday and asked me to accompany her to Disneyland on holiday.

I could only explain to her that during the holiday, I got a rare opportunity to go to another hospital for exchange and study.

After I came back, I would take her out to play for a few more days as an apology.

But I didn't tell her that I was in the hospital in this city. Why did she follow me...

I was just about to call her.

Suddenly, she covered her face and looked at the ultrasound report with tears of joy, as if she was carefully confirming it.

She burst into an excited cry.

"I'm pregnant! I'm finally pregnant!"

I froze.

Kayla was pregnant?

We had been married for six years, and Kayla had been a Dink for six years.

And this year, she ordered me to get a sterilization.

She said we'd be married for seven years, and she wanted me to show my loyalty.

The baby in her belly...

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest and head. I staggered and held onto the wall.

The obstetrics and gynecology department was crowded on holiday.

There were sobs of joy and sounds of cursing. They were intertwined and endless.

But I seemed to hear nothing, as if I could only hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

Kayla and I had been married for six years and had been in love for ten years.

Our relationship was stable, and we rarely even quarrel.

We were too familiar with each other, just like one person.

The excitement and surprise on her face were genuine. I noticed that.

I had never seen her yelling so disrespectfully and even inappropriately.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that she was so strange.

It was like I never knew her.

So why?

Why was she pregnant with someone else's baby?

Or was there some misunderstanding?

Before I could figure it out.

A panting man pushed through the crowd, brushed past me, and ran to Kayla.

"How's it going? Are you pregnant?"

I knew that voice all too well.

I turned around stiffly.

I looked up.

It was Issac Groves...

He had been my roommate in college.

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He was wearing a leather jacket and had his hair combed back. He snatched the ultrasound form from Kayla's hand and rushed into the obstetrics department.

His voice could be heard throughout the corridor, trembling with anxiety. "Doctor, what does this picture mean? Is she pregnant?"

Kayla also walked in again.

I was in the ward next to theirs, with my back against the wall, and could hear their conversation clearly.

"Isn't it clearly written at the bottom of the list? And I've just explained it to your wife. Why don't you just ask her?"

Issac said, "No, doctor. I'm worried. I want to hear it from you in person."

The doctor said, "Where are you? You cannot cut in line or make a scene here. There are so many people waiting in line. Why are you yelling? If you hit a pregnant woman, are you responsible?

"Go line up at the back!"

Issac said, "No, you old bitch. I'm speaking to you in a nice way, but you don't understand, right?"

The doctor said, "Hey, hey. Don't hit me!"

"Security! Security!"

The consulting room next door was in chaos.

I didn't have much friendship with Issac, but from occasional conversations with my roommates, I knew that he was a bohemian person.

He was two years older than me. After graduating from university, his family arranged for him to go abroad.

I heard that after making some money reselling motorcycles, he quit his job and traveled around the world.

I had his contact information. He post on his Ins every few days.

They were all beauties with different looks, dancing closely, smoking, and getting intoxicated in the nightclub.

I couldn't help but sneer.

Before we got married, Kayla told me that she didn't like men drinking or smoking because she hated the smell of cigarettes.

She said that men should have a stable career and take care of their family.

She also said that she liked clean boys.

As a doctor, I was always busy, which made her feel at ease.

Issac just passed by me.

I noticed his arms full of tattoos and the pungent smell of cigarettes that could not be covered up.

This was Kayla's choice.

Her so-called standards and requirements were only for me.