My Husband Says His Lover's Baby Is Mine

When I woke up, Albert was already dressed. He brushed my nose with his fingertip and told me to sleep in a little longer.

As soon as the bedroom door closed, I heard his overly dramatic voice from outside.

“Honey, even a Michelin three-star chef can’t cook as well as you!”

Through the window, I caught a glimpse of a Maybach parked out front. Wilson was waiting by the villa entrance. He was ready to drive.

Summer’s voice was a mix of delight and complaint. “Honey, wait! Where’s my good morning kiss?”

The two of them flirted for a while. They sounded like a couple on their honeymoon.

“I’m heading to the office. Take care of the baby at home.”

As the car disappeared down the road, I took a deep breath. Just then, my phone buzzed.

[Honey, save some room for dessert tonight. I’m bringing you your favorite strawberry shortcake.]

[Okay.]

I replied flatly and got up to wash up.

When I opened the door, I heard Summer swearing in the kitchen, “Stupid deaf idiot, why didn’t you just die in that car accident?

“You’ve only known Albert a few years longer than I have. What makes you so special? Why do you get to stand by his side while I have to play the nanny?”

With that, she slammed the cutting board down and started chopping furiously, as if taking out her anger on it instead of me.

“Wendy, just hurry up and die already!”

I looked away and quietly pushed open the baby’s room door.

The big bed in the middle was neat and untouched, but… I swallowed the nausea rising in my throat and lifted the blanket. Under the pillow, a torn pair of fishnet stockings was crumpled up. Beside it, an empty box lay discarded.

None of that mattered. I kept searching and saw strands of chestnut curls tangled with short black hairs. I picked up a few and slipped them into my pocket.

The baby lay in the crib and breathed softly and peacefully. My chest tightened. I hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out.

The second I plucked a few strands of fine baby hair, a wail split the air. Startled, I quickly scooped the baby into my arms and swayed gently in an attempt to calm her.

Then, behind me, a voice suddenly rang out. “Ms. Johnson, what are you doing here?”

Instinctively, I started to turn around.

But reason kicked in just in time. I forced myself to stay still. I acted as if nothing had happened. I continued to pat the baby’s back.

When Summer finally walked up to me, I let out a sigh, as if relieved, and carefully placed the baby into her arms.

Back in my bedroom, I got dressed and headed out without hesitation. I ignored the suspicious look Summer shot my way.

I had three paternity tests done for Albert, Summer, Paulina, and myself. The doctor told me it would take a week to get the results.

I nodded. I stood by the elevator for a long moment before finally pressing the button that would take me to the maternity ward.

I needed to know the truth about my baby.

The elevator shot up, and the slight weightlessness made me shut my eyes. Just thinking about the results was enough to make my chest tighten. My heart clenched so hard it felt like I could not breathe.

“Dr. Lambert, tell me. What happened to my baby?”

Dr. Lambert looked shocked and flustered when he saw me. The second I spoke, his face turned ghostly pale.

I threatened him, “Don’t tell anyone I was here today. Especially Albert. If you do, I’ll go to the police. What you did that day was already a crime.”

He dropped his gaze. Guilt was all over his face. He dared not look at me.

“I got rid of the baby that same day. Mr. Griffin told me to do it quickly and leave no trace behind.”

On the drive home, Dr. Lambert’s words played in my head on repeat. Every time I heard them in my mind, it felt like a fresh stab to the heart. The anger burning inside me only grew stronger.

That night, Albert walked in with a wide grin and a big announcement.

[I’m throwing Paulina a huge one-month celebration. I want everyone to see how happy our family is!]

His eyes were bright with excitement, and he seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. Even his movements felt lighter and more effortless than usual.

And my baby… never even got a proper funeral.

I blinked hard, then gave him a calm, expressionless nod.