Wife Rejects Betraying Husband

Davina Woods had just given birth when she unexpectedly began to hear the inner thoughts of her husband, Neil Morris. Not only was Neil planning to use her to raise another woman's child, but he was also trying to unfairly accuse her of infidelity, a claim she couldn't possibly disprove in her post-birth exhaustion.

Amid her confusion, Davina vaguely heard Neil's voice, not realizing she was tapping into his internal monologue. "Janiyah suffered in the past due to rumors surrounding a child. I can't let that happen again, even if it means being harsh to Davina. She loves me so much; she'll forgive me eventually."

Davina's eyes fluttered open, spotting Neil at the edge of the bed. "Neil, what did you just say?"

Momentarily caught off guard, Neil quickly gathered himself. He gently brushed a strand of her hair away, his expression soft and attentive. "I didn't say anything, Davina. You must be exhausted from the delivery."

As his fingers drifted softly through her hair, she heard his voice once more, though his lips didn't move. "Please forgive me, Davina. Once I settle things with Janiyah, I promise I'll make everything right."

Davina's eyes widened with shock, realizing she could hear Neil's thoughts. As she lay there, trying to process the revelation, she noticed the nurses outside her hospital room peeking in as if she was some kind of spectacle.

"I heard someone mention a woman gave birth to a mixed-race baby. Who would have thought it was Mrs. Morris?" one nurse whispered, snickering.

"She always seemed so quiet and composed. Who knew she had this kind of life behind the scenes?" added another.

Their mocking laughter pierced Davina like daggers, each comment a blow to her heart. She finally comprehended the meaning of Neil's inner thoughts.

Turning sharply to Neil, she locked eyes with him. Evasive and guilty, he looked away. "Davina, I'm sorry, but my love was all yours in a previous life. This time, I need to share some with Janiyah," his thoughts echoed, though outwardly he remained calm.

Neil's gaze softened as he kissed her forehead gently, his words tender yet chilling. "Davina, no matter what you've done, I'll stand by you."

The physical pain of childbirth was overshadowed by the emotional turmoil she felt. Gazing at the man she thought she knew, her eyes brimming with tears of betrayal.

"Neil Morris, why are you accusing me?" she managed, her voice raw with anguish.

Neil feigned innocence, his expression perplexed. "Davina, what are you talking about?"

His eyes darted toward the door, his thoughts betraying his anxiety. "Where are the reporters?"

Just then, a crowd of journalists burst in, cameras flashing like lightning, their lenses trained directly on her.

"Mrs. Morris, why did you cheat? Is Mr. Morris not treating you well?" one reporter shouted over the commotion.

"Now that you've given birth to a mixed-race child, do you feel ashamed?" another chimed in.

Panicked, Davina's face turned ashen. She desperately wanted to defend herself, but