The Wrong Father Shall Regret

My ex-fiancé made me do a blood test the night before our wedding.

The next day, he threw the genetic report on my face and dumped me over defective genes. The reason was that the Zimmer family only wanted perfect heirs, and he said that I was not worthy.

He broke off the engagement, and instantly married the girl-next-door with perfect genes.

Five years later, he reappeared in the hospital, clutching his ill son.

He saw my daughter who had similar rashes, and he thought I had given birth to his daughter in secrecy.

Little did he know that my daughter had nothing to do with him and only had a mild seafood allergy. I would not be defined by the so-called defective genes again, while me and my daughter live happily and healthily, it was their turn to be destroyed.

Mark Zimmer's shouts echoed through the empty hospital hallway, drawing countless curious stares.

His son cried in his arms. His face was covered in patchy red rashes; it was awful to look at.

I instinctively protected my daughter, Nora. Her condition was much better, with only a few red spots on her arm.

Mark was furious. He pointed at my daughter and shouted with a trembling voice, "How dare you say she isn't my child, Summer?

"Look at her eyes, and look at her nose! She looks exactly like me when I was a child! You did this on purpose! You gave birth to her and let her inherit your illness, all to get back at me!"

I almost laughed from anger at his ridiculous logic.

"Are you stupid, Mark? Nora's eyes look like mine, and her nose looks like her dad's. What does that have anything to do with you?" I asked.

"Besides, it's only a seafood allergy, not some illness."

"Seafood allergy?" he asked. He laughed, almost hysterically, like it was a huge joke.

"How dare you still lie to me? This is your damn hereditary illness!" he exclaimed.

He tried to grab Nora's hand.

"Let me have a look! Let's see how your defective genes have ruined her!" he shouted.

Nora was frightened by his twisted expression. She burst into tears and clung tightly to my leg.

"Mom, I'm scared…" she said, sobbing.

I felt bad for her, so I crouched and held her closely in my arms.

"Don't be scared, Nora. I'm here," I said to comfort her.

Suddenly, someone cut in. It was the voice of a woman, a voice that was filled with superiority.

"Stop it, Mark. You'll scare the child," she said.

I looked up and saw a well-dressed woman walking over toward us. She clung to his arm affectionately.

It was Coco Lynn, the so-called girl-next-door with perfect genes, that Mark had once praised. She became his wife.

She looked at me with scrutiny.

She spoke softly to Mark, "I know you care about the child, but you can't be so harsh to Summer. Raising a child alone isn't easy, after