She Got Sterilized, I Got a Secret Child

The first time I have an affair, it's with my wife, Josephine Yates' best friend, Lydia Bennett.

When Josephine catches us red-handed in bed, I'm in the middle of enjoying myself, my cheeks insanely flushed.

Josephine gets into a huge fight with Lydia afterward. Then, she proceeds to drink her sorrows away that night before choosing to forgive me.

After we've patched things up, we grow even more lovey-dovey than when we first got married. In fact, we're known as the golden couple who are envied by all.

That is, when Josephine catches me cheating on her again on our tenth year anniversary.

This time, I'm sleeping with Victoria Fairfax, the senior whom Josephine admires and respects the most.

Josephine is so furious that she almost suffers from a seizure on the spot. Having gone batshit crazy, she decides to commit joint suicide with Victoria.

I can only sigh before pulling her into my arms.

"This is my last time doing this. I promise that you're the only one I want to be with for the rest of my life."

Josephine is in so much pain and agony that she's on the brink of despair. Still, she believes my words and treats me even better now.

She showers me with lavish gifts, be it luxury watches, unique custom-fitted apparel, or limited-edition racing cars. As long as she can afford it, she'll strive to give me the best.

Some people call me a freeloading husband. That night, Josephine makes sure that those people have vanished off the face of the earth.

When I tell Josephine that I don't want children, she gets her tubes tied immediately.

Everyone praises Josephine for being devoted. They also claim that I've married the right woman.

I just smile and nod. "I've used up all of my luck to meet Josephine in my life."

But on Josephine's 34th birthday, she spies a paternity test report on my desk. That's when she suffers from a complete mental breakdown.

The child is mine, and yet she's never given birth before.

The room was packed with Josephine Yates' friends and family, all gathered for her birthday.

In the center of the room stood a massive, seven-tier cake. The "Happy Birthday" song looped endlessly in the background, making the atmosphere feel entirely surreal.

But Josephine kicked everyone out. She stared at the paternity test results, her eyes wide with rage.

"Whose is it? Who gave birth to this kid? Was it Lydia? Victoria? Or some other bitch?" she demanded.

This was the third time she had caught me cheating.

Every single time, she reacted with the same hysterical despair and devastation, as if the world were ending.

The first time it happened, I panicked and tried to cover it up. The second time, I felt guilty and clumsily made up excuses.

But this time, I just felt a wave of irritation.

"I don't know," I said.

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I was out socializing back then. I