My Wife Wants Me to Raise Her First Love’s Child

Maisie’s gaze faltered, and her voice carried a guilt she could no longer hide.

I pulled out my phone, opened her Instagram feed, and showed it to her.

“Did you really think I’d never check your Instagram?”

She had mistaken her main account for her burner, meant to post the sweet, intimate nonsense with Luca on one and the child announcement with me on the other.

But now that I’d seen it, she didn’t bother pretending anymore.

“Yes, fine. I did get involved with Luca. But do you really think I did it for myself? I did it for the company, for our future!”

I nodded, lips curling into a cold smile.

“How noble. All for the future, right?”

“Are you going to tell me next the child is mine? That you’ll even give him my last name?”

“Why not? Since you can’t have children, he can call you Dad.”

I laughed, stunned by the sheer absurdity.

She, who came from wealth with an elite education, had said something so twisted, so shameless.

It was so outrageous that I couldn’t even find the words to respond.

Maisie pressed on, trying to soften me, “Weston, stop being so stubborn. We still have a long future ahead.”

“Do you even remember why I said I didn’t want children?”

“Because you can’t have any. That’s why the child in my belly will care for you when you’re old.”

She ended it there as if that sealed the deal. For ten years, she claimed she was obsessed with cleanliness, and I respected that boundary, never touching her.

She said she didn’t want kids, and I immediately agreed.

But what I thought was a reluctant compromise to her meant I was infertile.

Love really did blind people.

But the one she loved now wasn’t me.

Or maybe, never had been.

I turned to leave the meeting room, but she suddenly grabbed my arm and asked, “Weston, what’s wrong with you today? Why are you acting so cold?”

“What do you expect? That I’d welcome another man’s child with open arms?”

“I already said he’ll call you Dad someday.”

“No thanks.”

I pulled away and headed for the door without a backward glance.

Just then, Luca walked in and crashed into my shoulder hard enough to stagger me.

I nearly lost my balance from the sudden hit.

He gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

He reached out his hand, but I ignored it.

As I was about to leave, Maisie hurried over, concern flashing in her eyes.

“Luca, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“Maisie, I’m not that fragile.”

“But you just got out of the hospital…”

Maisie glared at me sharply.

“There’s a whole person standing right at the door, and you didn’t even see him?!”

I froze. Wait, I was the one who got bumped.

He clearly did it on purpose, yet now I was the one being blamed?

Luca quickly tried to calm things down.

“Maisie, don’t be mad. It was my fault, nothing to do with Weston.”

“Why are you defending him? I’m not blind. I saw everything clearly.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s my fault, alright?”

At that moment, I truly saw how irrational Maisie had become.

The man in front of me, her affair partner, was being openly defended in the meeting room.

And I, the legal husband, was being pushed into the fire.

What was left to hold on to in this so-called love?

“Oh, so I’ve been too nice to you, huh? Just a few words, and now you’re upset?”

“You make money from the Renner family, and now you dare throw a tantrum at me?”

“You think I’ve been living off their money? Then what about everything I’ve done for the Renner family?”