My Wife Is Expecting Me to Raise Another Man's Child

Megan's phone was answered by a man, and the man said he had just gone to bed!

My stomach was much better, but I still had the urge to vomit blood!

Didn't this mean that my wife was sleeping with him?

Fortunately, before I could say anything, there was a rustling sound, as if the phone had been snatched away.

Megan started to complain, "What's going on? I'm having my second round of drinking!"

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard this.

It turned out that I was overthinking it. They were still in the bar. And my phone call just now woke up the man's sweet dream.

Megan sounded sober and not drunk yet, so I quickly said to her, "I'm in the hospital and need someone to accompany me. Come and stay with me."

When she heard that I was in the hospital and asked her to come and accompany me, Megan became very impatient.

"You really went to the hospital. It's just strep throat! We have medicine at home. Why are you being so pretentious?"

I endured it.

"It's not pharyngitis. It's gastric perforation."

She paused. Her tone slightly better.

"Well, then you hire a nurse. I'm busy! Hey, hey, hey! Darling, if you can't drink it, don't. If something happens to you, I will be sad."

Perhaps suddenly realizing that the phone was still on, Megan coughed.

"If you want to hire a nurse, then hire one. If you don't want to, then wait. There's no point in leaving a party halfway through. When I finish drinking, I'll come to you if I have the energy."

The phone was hung up immediately, and I stared at the ceiling blankly, unable to come back to my senses for a long time.

In the past, when she cut her hand at work and sent me a message asking for comfort, I would rather be scolded by my leader than not rush to give her a hug.

However, now she asked me to wait until she had had enough fun and then come over to accompany me.

I was really not that important to her.