Newlywed… to My Best Friend's Baby Daddy

Right after my best friend, Freda Foster, is done giving birth, I cuddle with her newborn while playing with him.

"Hi, darling. I'm your godmother, and he's your godfather."

That's when my husband, Hugo Reid, suddenly speaks up.

"I'm not his godfather. I'm his actual father."

At first, I think I'm hearing things.

Unexpectedly, Hugo's lips curl into a smirk. He repeats himself, "The baby's mine. On the day your father passed away, Freda and I did it the whole night. We used a whole box of condoms, too."

I remain rooted to the spot. My throat feels very constricted to the point I can barely find my voice.

A long while later, I finally choke out, "But… But we only registered our marriage yesterday…"

Hugo laughs as he wraps an arm around me and starts consoling me.

"Don't worry. Freda and I are friends with benefits, at most. If we wanted to get married, we'd have gotten married a long time ago."

A pause later, he adds teasingly, "Wait, Freda is still keeping this a secret from you, huh? The truth is, we were in a relationship before. I'm the first man she's been with, you know."

I forgot how I left the hospital and made it home. By the time my newlywed husband, Hugo Reid, returned, the house was already a complete mess.

I had smashed our wedding photo on the floor, sending shards of glass everywhere. I had torn down all the bright red wedding decorations on the walls and even wrecked the wedding bed.

Hugo stood in the entryway and silently finished smoking a cigarette. Then, he walked over and checked my hands. "Are you hurt?"

I yanked my hand away. I could no longer hold back the anger pressing against my chest. With bloodshot eyes, I demanded, "Why?"

Hugo arched his brow. "Why did I marry you?"

He paused as though he was actually contemplating it for a moment before breaking into a smile. "You're careful, calm, and willing to give up your career for me. You're wife material, unlike Freda; she's a spoiled, carefree princess. I can't even rely on her for basic housework."

Noticing the tears in my eyes, he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. "Come on now. Didn't I tell you it was over between her and me? At most, we'll just raise our son together."

I broke free from his hold and bellowed, "Why are you doing this to me? Why did you marry me when you already had a child with her?"

Hugo was the man I had been in love with for many years, and Freda Foster was my best friend. Both of them had played me like a fool.

Clutching my chest, I was crushed by the truth until I could barely breathe.

Hugo didn't answer. He simply looked at me as if I had lost my mind.

After a long while, he snapped, "That's enough. Freda's still waiting for me to make her some