My Wife Paid Ten Million for Her Lover’s AIDS
Chapter 3
"Besides, Christopher isn't an outsider," Karen snapped, "Thanks to him, my daughter is finally pregnant. Unlike you, you useless waste of space."
Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity.
I looked at Sofia again, and she avoided my gaze, her lips moving faintly.
"Honey, you know Mom's always wanted a grandchild. But all these years, we tried so hard, and nothing ever happened."
Christopher spoke up timidly at that moment.
"Casper, don't blame Sophie. It's all my fault. I mixed up the birth control pills and the vitamins last time. That's how she ended up pregnant. If you're uncomfortable with it, I'll take her to the hospital right now and have it taken care of."
His eyes reddened as he pretended to help Sofia to her feet.
Karen exploded instantly.
She rushed forward and slapped me hard across the face.
"Casper Williams, are you trying to wipe out our family line? I'm telling you: if anything happens to this baby, I won't let you off!"
The ringing in my ears drowned everything out.
I held my cheek, stunned, unable to react.
When I turned my head, I saw three sets of cutlery laid out on the dining table.
Karen noticed my gaze and said matter-of-factly, "I didn't know you were coming back. I only prepared lunch for three."
I understood exactly what she meant.
Biting my lip, I turned and walked out.
The door slammed shut behind me.
Even so, I could still hear her deliberately raised voice from inside.
"Sofia, you're a billionaire now. You should've divorced that loser ages ago! After all these years, he couldn't even get you pregnant. Maybe he's just impotent. He's the one who's not worthy of you. He wasted the best years of your life!"
Leaning against the door, I suddenly laughed.
Back when Sofia was starting her business, I interned at the hospital during the day and did manual labor at construction sites at night to earn extra money.
Every cent I made went to her.
As for the fact that we never had children. She was the one who insisted on a child-free marriage, saying childbirth was too painful.
The irony was suffocating.
Her mother humiliated me endlessly, and Sofia never once defended me.
The burning sting on my face faded, but inside, there was only numbness.
Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
It was a message from a colleague.
"Casper, I got Christopher's medical records from the CDC."
My brows tightened as I opened the file.
I already suspected the worst, but seeing the long list of results still left me stunned.
Late-stage AIDS combined with tertiary syphilis was what I had more or less confirmed before.
But I did not imagine that aside from those two, he also carried over a dozen other infectious diseases.
Most were transmitted through blood and sexual contact.
But close daily contact, such as sharing towels, utensils, or even contact with broken skin, all carried risk.
Fortunately, that was no longer my concern.
After all, someone else would be the one to suffer.
I applied for extended leave at the hospital.
After collecting myself, I booked a ticket and flew to a small seaside town I always wanted to visit.
On the 20th day away from home, Sofia finally called.
"Casper, where have you been? Even if you're angry, there should be a limit to your tantrum."
When I did not respond, her tone softened.
"Don't take what my mom said to heart. She just wants a grandchild too badly. That's why she lost her temper."
She paused, as if choosing her words carefully.
"And, Chris and I have already discussed it. After the baby's born, I'll give him a sum of money and send him overseas. He'll never come back."
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