My Husband Says His Lover's Baby Is Mine

At eight months pregnant, I was hit by a car and gave birth early. But unexpectedly, I regained my hearing.

Outside the operating room, my husband was talking to the doctor.

“Mr. Griffin, the baby is fully developed and stable. A normal delivery should be possible—”

Albert Griffin cut him off immediately, “No, induce the labor now! I promised Summer that I would let our child rightfully join the Griffin family. Paulina is almost a month old. If she gets any older, people will figure out the truth.

“If this baby doesn’t make it, that’s fine. She can always have another one. But this is the only way she will truly believe that Paulina is her own child.”

I closed my eyes tightly and forced myself to stay calm.

He thought his lies were perfect, but he was wrong. I heard everything.

And if he could lie and pretend, so could I.

Dr. Lambert looked reluctant and adjusted his glasses.

“Mr. Griffin, Ms. Johnson has a weak body and had a hard time getting pregnant. You both tried for almost three years before it finally happened. The chances of it happening again are… If she finds out that the baby she worked so hard to have was aborted on purpose, it will be a disaster.”

The anesthesia was already making my body go numb. I wanted to move, but I could only lift one finger.

Albert Griffin walked in and stroked my hand. He smiled gently before turning to Dr. Lambert.

“Don’t worry. She can’t hear anything. Just increase the anesthesia later, and she’ll never know.

“Both babies are girls, and Paulina looks like me, not Summer. She won’t suspect anything.”

Dr. Lambert opened his mouth as if to say something, but Albert waved him off.

“Summer has been with me for three years. I already feel guilty for not giving her a proper status. I need to make sure our child rightfully becomes part of the Griffin family.”

Dr. Lambert wiped away his sweat, let out a long sigh, and stayed silent.

A needle pricked my skin again. As the cold liquid flowed into my body, my consciousness started to fade.

Albert kissed my forehead. He seemed anxious and worried. He used sign language to speak to me.

[Don’t be afraid, honey. I’ll stay with you until the baby is born.]

But just before I completely lost consciousness, I heard him say something else to the doctor.

“Get the baby out and get rid of it before the anesthesia wears off.”

I closed my eyes. In a daze, I felt something being taken out of my body.

Suddenly, the loud cry of a baby echoed from outside. Albert immediately let go of my hand and rushed out in a panic.

“Paulina, don’t cry. Daddy’s here.”

I did not know how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Albert.

His eyes instantly turned teary. He rushed forward emotionally, and his hands moved quickly as he