My Husband Wants To Have A Test-tube Baby With His Junior, So I’m Suing Him For Bigamy

On the night of our wedding, my husband told me he wanted to have a child with his teacher’s daughter.

When I confronted him, he turned it back on me.

“Teacher is seriously ill, and her only wish is to see three generations under one roof. My junior and I are just doing IVF. It’s not like anything is actually happening between us!”

“Besides, you were also her student. How could you refuse to help fulfill her last wish?”

However, the next day, when I went to visit our teacher with a fruit basket, I saw my husband and his junior locked in an embrace at the corner of the hallway.

The moment was like a bolt of lightning. I turned and walked away.

The following day, my husband sent me a text: [I’m going with her for the IVF. Let’s postpone the family gathering for a few days.]

I did not reply. Instead, I went back to my hometown alone, visiting each of my relatives to personally apologize.

Then, I went to a lawyer.

“I’d like to sue my husband for bigamy.”

On the day of my family gathering, Lucas Shaw was a no-show.

I held back my tears as my parents and I went door to door, apologizing to our relatives.

In my hometown, if a son-in-law skipped the the family gathering, it was seen as a big sign of disrespect toward his wife's family. It would shame our relatives and draw criticism from others.

Before our wedding, I had emphasized this to Lucas multiple times. He had promised me with absolute certainty that he would not miss it.

Yet, now…

My parents seemed to have aged overnight. With hunched shoulders, they bowed slightly as they explained to our relatives.

“We’re terribly sorry. Our son-in-law had an urgent matter to attend to and simply couldn’t get away. The next time he’s back, he’ll personally come to make amends.”

Even though our relatives looked displeased, they accepted my parents’ sincere apology.

Except for a few of my uncles, who were absolutely furious.

“That brat! What could possibly be more important than the family gathering? Does he not understand priorities? Did all that schooling amount to nothing?"

“Let’s go! We’re heading to North City to find his parents! I’d love to ask them how they raised their son!”

Their anger grew, fists pounding the table loudly.

My youngest uncle, his face dark with rage, pulled out his phone and was about to book a flight right then and there.

I quickly stopped him.

“Uncle, there’s no need for that.”

Just moments ago, I saw a new post from his junior on social media.

[Doing my best to fulfill Mom’s wish. Hoping for a miracle in her recovery.]

Right below it, Lucas had left a comment.

[Hugs. I’m always here for you.]

Now, he was completely focused on her. He did not seem to care about me at all.

You can control someone’s actions, but you can never control their heart.