Chapter 1

The day my wife Austin gave birth, Anderson said the child was his.

Seeing my mother and me frozen in shock, Austin sighed:

"James, the child really is Anderson's. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't agree."

Perhaps overcome by shock and rage, my mother's hand slipped weakly, and the baby she was holding instantly fell.

Anderson punched my mother in the face, and I immediately swung back at him.

Our relatives all secretly mocked me.

My mother grew more and more furious as she listened, and died of a sudden heart attack.

As I lay crying over my mother's body with swollen eyes, Austin called me:

"How could your mother be so heartless, trying to kill my child?"

I said angrily:

"Austin, my mother has been killed by your actions. I'll make you all pay!"

Austin froze instantly. Even through the phone, I could sense her trembling.

"James, what are you saying? Your mother is dead?"

Austin's breathing grew more and more rapid, guilt consuming her entire heart.

I thought she would rush to the hospital to see my mother one last time, but then Anderson spoke while holding the child.

"Dying now of all times, right when I was about to call the police and charge her with child abuse. Think I don't know what scheme you two are plotting?"

"You just want to use Austin's guilt to trick her into coming back so my child has no milk to drink."

"Absolutely inhumane. Hurting my son and then cutting off his food supply. You better watch out for karma."

Anderson's roar made me lose control.

I gripped my phone and shouted back: "You already slept with my wife and had a child with her, and you still have the nerve to call me vicious."

"My mother isn't—"

"Enough, James. I just gave birth and I'm still very weak. If you really love me, you should be making soup for me, not hiding away making up lies about your mother dying."

"The reason I had a child with Anderson is because he has problems in that area. This pregnancy was through artificial insemination, not as dirty as you think."

Before I could speak, the phone line went dead with beeping sounds.

I looked at my mother's body, tears flooding my eyes again.

I didn't know what emotions to use to describe the grief and rage I felt in that moment.

From the day I learned she was pregnant, I rejected my superior's invitation to become an executive at a branch office.

Because I was going to be a father, I had to think of this family. I couldn't leave home for even a moment.

When my mother found out, she was overjoyed and agreed to all of Austin's unreasonable demands.

I never imagined that the woman my mother and I spoiled day after day was carrying not my child, but the child of Anderson—the man I hated most.

Just because this scumbag worked at the same company as me and constantly made things difficult for me.

If it weren't for Austin's sake, I would have castrated him long ago.

Now she had a child with the man I hated most. How could I bear this?

My mother even died in the hospital because of this.

This humiliation was like being stripped naked and judged by the whole world.

As I picked up my phone to message my boss requesting leave, I saw that Anderson had updated his Twitter.

He was holding Austin on his lap, and Austin was holding the baby. The family of three had their heads together in an intimate photo.

"I'm finally a father. After living for decades, this is my happiest and most joyful moment."

The comments below weren't congratulations, but questions.

"This... this is so dramatic??"

"The woman you're holding looks like James's wife!"

"Don't say that, maybe she's a twin."

"But I remember James saying his wife was an only child, not a twin."

I smiled bitterly and left a comment: "You guessed right, he's holding my wife."