When the Truth Was Born

I had been on a business trip overseas for less than six months when I suddenly received a call from the hospital.

"Mr. Jones, your wife is having a difficult labor. Should we proceed with a C-section or try to continue with a natural delivery?"

The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stood there, frozen. When I left, my wife had not shown any sign of pregnancy. How could she be giving birth less than six months later?

I quickly dialed her number. The moment the call connected, I heard her cries of pain.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

From the other end of the line, I could hear a nurse urging her to push harder. However, my wife forced her voice to sound calm.

"Sweetheart, I just slipped and fell a moment ago. It's nothing serious. You should keep focusing on your business trip. Don't worry about me."

As I listened, the faint sound of a baby crying filtered through the phone. My grip tightened so hard around the phone that it nearly cracked.

"Is that so? Then, get some rest," I said calmly.

After hanging up, I immediately called my father, the richest man in the country.

"Dad, Rebecca's cheating on me. She's in the delivery room right now, having another man's child. Stop all investments in the Harris family immediately. I want her thrown out with nothing to her name."

Following the GPS directions, I raced to the hospital, but the receptionist at the clinic blocked my path.

"Who are you here to see?"

I spoke calmly, giving my wife's name.

"I'm here for Rebecca Harris. I'm her husband."

The receptionist gave me a suspicious look, then scoffed.

"You've got the wrong person! Miss Rebecca's husband is our hospital dean. He's in the room with their baby right now. And just so you know, we don't disclose other patients' private information."

I slammed my hand down on the counter, my voice rising as I said, "Cut the crap. If I say to check, you check. My dad's a major investor in this place; I'm practically the head. Don't I have that right? And as for a husband catching his wife cheating, that's his prerogative, so save your breath!"

The nurse gave me a look like I was out of my mind, then snorted.

"Mister, you must be dreaming! Our dean's got money and power, and he's not the type to have an affair. You, on the other hand, have either lost your mind, or..."

She did not get to finish. A commotion erupted from down the hall.

"Miss Rebecca is so lucky to have a husband like you. You're not just making her soup and taking care of her after the birth, but you're even carrying her to the bathroom. That's just so sweet."

"Yeah! And the way you mix the baby's formula and change diapers, it's rare to find a man as tender and attentive as you."

I shoved past the receptionist and bolted into