My Wife is Pregnant: The Child is Not Mine

After saying this, I pulled my wife back into bed for another round.

I didn't care about her resistance and kept going until she fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, her phone lit up. A message came from 1008611.

[See you tomorrow night at the motel near your house. You book the room and tell me the room number once it's done. My wife is strict with me; I'll reimburse you for the room.]

This was clearly sent by my wife's first love.

I remembered that Liam's wife was very strict with him. He could still do so many things behind her back. What would happen if I let his wife know about this?

Time was running out, and the task was urgent.

Judging by the timing, Liam was planning to conduct a high-difficulty obedience test on my wife.

My wife's password hadn't changed, so I immediately booked a room near our house online, sent the details to the other person, and then deleted the conversation and blocked them.

I wasn't worried about my wife finding out—worst case, I would just confront her directly.

However, knowing Liam's character, he wouldn't contact my wife during the day.

The next day arrived quickly.

My wife had prepared a sumptuous breakfast for me early in the morning, bustling around to take care of everything.

If I hadn't seen what she and her first love had done with my own eyes, I might have been fooled and would have treated her even better, believing in this so-called happiness.

Thankfully, fate gave me a chance to see the truth.

My wife placed a bowl of porridge in front of me, speaking softly, "Honey, drink it while it's hot. I cooked it for two hours so you could have something warm and nourishing to eat when you got up, giving you the energy to work hard for our little family."

I took the bowl and sipped it. It was clearly from the takeout place downstairs.

It reminded me of how the food my wife supposedly cooked at home always had that takeout taste.

She had been fooling me for years, making me believe her tricks.

After breakfast, I left for work.

In reality, I had taken a day off from my boss.

I sent the room number in the group chat, telling everyone to meet at 2 PM to set up the room and give my wife a surprise.

I figured my wife was already eagerly anticipating it.

I sent a text message to my wife.

[Honey, come to the hotel tonight; I've prepared a surprise for you.]

Then I got a new SIM card nearby and texted Liam's wife.

[Old hag, you can't compare to me. Your husband will be with me tonight. If you don't believe me, come see for yourself. You should just give up!]

After sending the message and the address, I went to the room I had booked.

Liam's wife called, but I ignored it.

She got desperate and started texting insults.

[You just wait! I'll tear your mouth apart!]

Soon, it was time.

Everyone came.

My wife's best friend couldn't contain her excitement when she saw me and teased, "Michael, who knew you had so much potential? That apartment is really nice. From the location, it looks like it's in the best neighborhood around here. Where did you get the money?"

She hit the nail on the head. I smiled lightly and said, "I'll only tell you, so don't spread it around. It's my parents' savings."

In truth, I had only paid a down payment of 83,000 dollars, and I didn't have the 30 thousand dollars left to pay.

I hadn't used much of my parents' savings, as they had worked hard their whole lives for me.

As their son, I should be letting them worry less about me.

But to take revenge on a cheater, I had to lie.

Linda, my wife's best friend, made a knowing gesture and signaled for silence.

They decorated the room to look just like our wedding chamber.

But things had changed, and people too.

As time ticked closer to the evening.

We didn't turn on the lights, and everyone turned on their phones ready to record at any time.

Time passed minute by minute.

Outside the door, I heard my wife's voice.

"Why are you here?"