My Undercover Wife and Her Secret Lover

While carrying out an undercover mission, my wife discovered that a male hostage had been poisoned. To save him, she sacrificed herself, "battling" alongside him for three days and three nights.

But the toxin in his body was never fully purged. Every time it flared up, she would rush to his side at once to help neutralize it—completely ignoring me, her husband, as if I didn't exist.

And yet, when she learned that I had gone missing, she broke down completely.

While on a mission, the male hostage was drugged. My wife, working undercover, used her own body to purge the poison from his system.

They "fought it out" for three days and three nights.

When the mission ended and she returned, her cheeks were flushed, her clothes in disarray, her chest left completely exposed. She looked at me with guilt written all over her face.

"On the way back, I was bitten by a snake. I almost died. Nick saved me by sucking the venom out.

"Later, he was drugged. To repay him for saving my life, I had no choice but to give myself to him to help him detox."

To soothe me, she snatched the lit cigarette from my hand and pressed it against her own arm, burning a scar into her skin.

After that, every time Nick Vaughn's poison flared up, she would rush to his side without hesitation. The scars on her arm only grew more numerous.

More than half a year later, she knelt in front of me, clutching a pregnancy test report, crying as she begged.

"The countless cigarette burns on my body… consider them my compensation to you. But Nick's mother has been diagnosed—she only has about a year left. Her final wish is to see her grandson born. I have to fulfill that wish.

"As for the child, once he's born, I'll have him call you his second father. When he grows up, he'll take care of us both and show us filial respect."

I clenched my fists and replied flatly, "Whatever you say."

But as I turned away, I dialed an overseas number.

"I accept your terms. Within three days, I'll get a divorce."

…

After hanging up, I booked a flight abroad.

Just then, Tasha Hale returned with a group of people. Seeing my indifferent expression, her face tightened with displeasure.

"Thomas, where are your manners? My friends came to celebrate my pregnancy, and this attitude of yours is really killing the mood."

I clenched my hands so tightly my nails nearly dug into my flesh. A wave of humiliation surged through me.

My wife was carrying another man's child, and I was supposed to be happy about it?

What a cruel joke.

Noticing my dissatisfaction, Tasha let go of Nick's hand and sat down beside me.

Lowering her head, she gently stroked her belly.

"Thomas, I know you mind this child, but you will always be my husband. That will never change."

She tentatively reached for my hand,