My Husband Suspects I'm Cheating

Once suspicion began, the crime was already established.

I gave birth to my husband's child, but he insisted it was not his.

In a fit of anger, I forced him to go to the hospital for a paternity test.

The result showed that the biological father was someone else.

I couldn't understand it, but my sister-in-law quietly asked me, "Did you get pregnant by him too?"

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My husband and I had been married for five years, and we had a lovely little girl. But one day, the hospital said the child was not my husband's.

The little girl was four years old, a smart little one.

My husband had a heavy smoking habit, and even when I was pregnant, he couldn't quit completely.

However, because our daughter once said it smelled bad, he put down the cigarette and never picked it up again.

One day, I suddenly noticed that my husband pushed our daughter away and looked at her with a very disdainful expression.

Having lived with him for so long, I knew he wasn't the type to openly express his emotions, so that one look made me realize something was wrong.

I carefully observed his changes, sometimes deliberately creating an atmosphere to make him relax.

But no matter if it was a candlelight dinner or various family outings, nothing could bring him back to his previous state.

Could it be something at work?

I started making some exquisite meals for him and even went out of my way to wait for him after work so we could go home together.

But I never found anything unusual. When we cycled home, he still asked me to hold on tightly to his waist, leaning against him.

If it rained, he would tell me to take a taxi home, while he would ride in the rain.

Months passed without any visible change in him.

Then, it was time for our daughter's parent-teacher conference. To test him, I pretended to be busy and pushed the task onto him.

It was clear he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't refuse me.

When we got home, I found our daughter crying on the couch while he was eating dinner, scrolling through his phone, completely ignoring the hoarse cries of our child.

Seeing her red eyes, I knew she had been crying for a long time.

In the past, even one tear would leave him at a loss for what to do. What could have made him so indifferent now?

After calming our daughter down, I waited until she was asleep before calling my husband out.

I opened a bottle of wine and lit the leftover candles from before, the firelight reflecting brightly in his eyes.

"Do you have someone else outside?" I finally asked, my tone much calmer than I had imagined.

"No," he shook his head, eyes on the table.

"Then why?" He looked at me, shook his head again without saying a word.

My husband was slow by nature but steady in his actions. I had always considered this his strength, but his unwillingness to communicate was driving me crazy.

"I know you're unhappy, but today you must tell me clearly why you've suddenly become so distant. What did we do wrong?"

Perhaps my slightly accusing tone changed his expression instantly.

"Why? How dare you ask me why? Don't you know in your heart?"