Unveiled: Who is My Son's Father?

Jasper Edward, my senior from college, was once the heartthrob of the law department. Back in school, we were club partners. After graduation, he went abroad for further studies, and we lost touch. But now, just when I felt most helpless, here he was—like a guardian angel descending from the sky.

“Things are too chaotic here,” Jasper said, his commanding presence immediately taking control. “Let’s find somewhere quieter to talk.”

He led us to a nearby tea house, and as soon as we sat down, I felt a surge of confidence with him by my side. My tense nerves finally started to relax, and I could think clearly again.

Jasper got straight to the point, asking, “What’s on your mind right now?”

I thought about my son, asleep in the next room, and my daughter, who hadn’t said a word the whole time.

Thinking about how close those wheels came to my head, a cold silence settled in my heart. I took a deep breath and said, “Divorce. Ethan’s affair is a fact. Whether it’s an amicable split or a court battle, I’m ready.”

Ethan shot me a furious look but kept his mouth shut, turning instead to Calbe for help.

Calbe glanced nervously at Jasper, clearly uneasy. “Ms. Grace, whether we settle this amicably or go to court, the law is fair. Mr. Bower isn’t going to walk away with nothing. Your demands are a bit much. You’ve been married for eleven years, and you have two kids together. Why make this so difficult?”

Jasper leaned forward, tapping the table. “Let’s not play the sympathy card here. Mr. Bower had an affair and is also suspected of hiding assets. So much for fairness. As for the kids, the younger one is under a year old. Custody should clearly go to the mother.” Jasper shot Ethan a cold smile. “Not only will Mr. Bower leave with nothing, but he’ll also be paying child support every month.”

I watched as Ethan’s face drained of color. It was oddly satisfying.

The mistress puffed up like a peacock, snapping, “No way! Why should she get everything? She’s just a housewife who only knows how to take care of the kids, do laundry, and cook. Ethan worked hard to build that company. She hasn’t done anything, hasn’t earned a dime. Why should she get a share?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her ignorance. “Do you even know why Ethan tried to run off with the money? It’s because I’m the legal owner of the company, and the startup capital was my money! For years, Ethan has done nothing useful except wine and dine clients. If I hadn’t kept an eye on things, he would’ve run the business into the ground long ago.”

Ethan’s anger flared as I exposed him. “Amelia, you’re out of line! Even if the company is in your name, it’s still marital property. I’m entitled to my share, so how is it embezzlement if I take what’s mine?”

I sighed, exasperated. “I’m not going to argue with you. We’ve got a lawyer here, and I’m saying the same thing: divorce. You leave with nothing, and our children stay with me.”

“That’s my son! Why should he stay with you?!”

The mistress’s words left me stunned.

I stammered, trying to process what I’d just heard. It took a moment for it to sink in.

“Ethan, what does she mean by that? Have you both been fighting for custody of my child?”

My voice wavered, trembling with disbelief.

Doubts rippled through my mind, spreading like waves.

Ethan frowned, looking like he was ready to confess everything. “Yes. She’s right. The son isn’t yours.”

“That’s ridiculous!” I shouted, my voice sharp and cutting.

My son—the one I carried for ten months, the one I brought into this world after enduring so much—how could he not be mine? It had to be a dirty trick by Ethan to take him away from me. I didn’t want to believe it, but a creeping panic settled in my chest.

“He is my son! I’ve been with him every single day since he was born. How could he not be mine?!”

Luckily, Jasper was there. He calmed me down, his voice steady. “Let’s get a paternity test,” he suggested, his expression serious.

I clung to his strong hand, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Okay, let’s do it. I’ll listen to you.”

Ethan sneered, “Fine. You’re always this stubborn. You won’t quit until you hit rock bottom, huh?”