My wife had been in France for advanced studies for six months. On our wedding anniversary, I secretly flew to France, wanting to give her a surprise. I didn’t expect she would give me a “surprise” too. She was pregnant, her belly round and swollen. Under my interrogation, she revealed the whole story. Her first love was dying of late-stage cancer and wanted to leave behind an heir. She agreed to help him have a child. After hearing this, I was furious. My wife, however, righteously said: “I just wanted to give him an heir. Is that wrong?” I trembled with anger all over. A woman like this, I might as well be without! The day before our wedding anniversary, my wife Emily and I exchanged messages. [Honey, tomorrow is our 5th wedding anniversary. We spent the first four years together, but this year you’re in a foreign country. I feel so lonely. I really want to book a flight to come see you right now.] [Don’t. You’re so busy with work, and flights are expensive. Just hold on for another six months. I’ll be back then.] [Alright, I’ll listen to you.] She didn’t know that I had already booked a flight to France, just to give her a surprise. The next morning at 8 am, I boarded the flight to France. More than 6 hours later, I arrived in France. I bought a bouquet of roses and came to her residence. With an excited heart, I knocked on the door. Soon the door opened. “Honey, are you surprised?” I said excitedly. “Ry…Ryan?” She had a shocked, flustered look. “Haha, it’s your dear husband, coming all this way to see you.” I went to hug her, but was stopped by something. I looked down and saw her big belly, round and swollen. She must have been at least 6 months pregnant. I was horrified and confused, falling from heaven to hell! “You… you’re pregnant?” I asked in disbelief, trembling. “Come in and we’ll talk!” She pulled me inside and closed the door. “You must be tired from the journey. Sit down, I’ll get you some water.” “I don’t want any water. Just tell me what’s going on?” I angrily threw the roses on the floor. “As you can see, I’m pregnant,” she said calmly. “Weren’t you infertile? How did you suddenly get pregnant?” After we got married, she couldn’t get pregnant for a long time. One day she came to me crying with a medical report that said she was infertile. I hugged her and comforted her, saying it didn’t matter if we had children or not, as long as we were together forever. At worst, we could adopt. “I… I can actually have children,” she said, hanging her head like a child who had done something wrong, feeling guilty. “Didn’t that medical report say you were infertile?” “That medical report was fake…” she confessed honestly. It turned out she wasn’t infertile at all. The reason she pretended to be infertile was because she was at a critical point in her career, and having a child would affect her professional life. “Then whose bastard child is in your belly?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Ryan, watch your language. This is not a bastard child.” “So you want to be a slut while pretending to be pure?” I raged. “Ryan, you’re being too harsh,” she said, her eyes moist with tears of grievance. “Tell me! Which son of a bitch planted his seed in your belly?” I roared. A man’s dignity, a husband’s identity, shattered to pieces. “It’s… it’s Jack’s,” she said softly, avoiding my gaze. I was stunned. Jack was her first love, and also a married man. “You two rekindled your old flame and hooked up again?” “It’s not what you think. He has cancer in the late stages and wanted to leave behind an heir. I felt sorry for him, so I agreed. But I absolutely didn’t betray you. We did it through artificial insemination.” Hearing this, my worldview was shattered. Is this something you can help with? Moreover, you’re a married woman. “Don’t you know he has a wife?” I asked in a low voice. “I know, but his wife can’t have children.” “She can’t have children, so you have them for her?” “People’s hearts are made of flesh. Besides, Jack and I used to be lovers. How could I refuse when he begged me on his deathbed?” “Wow, you’re such a kind and understanding woman. There are a few female colleagues at my company who can’t have children either. Why don’t you help them out too?” I said sarcastically. “Ryan, you’re shameless.” “I may be shameless, but at least I’m not as shameless as you.” “I just wanted to give him an heir. Is that wrong?” she said righteously.
In an instant, my blood rushed to my head. She had proactively applied to the company for advanced studies, saying it was for a promotion and raise, but it was actually to hide from people’s eyes and give birth to a child in a foreign country. “You’re a married woman, wanting to have a child for a married man, and you still think there’s nothing wrong? You still think it’s justified?” “Honey, don’t be angry. I promise you, after I give birth to this child, I’ll immediately have one for you too, okay?” Her tone softened. “Get rid of the child right now, or we’re getting divorced,” I said through gritted teeth. “It’s already 6 months along. I can’t have an abortion now. Besides, this is a life, it’s my child. How can you say such cruel things?” She glared at me with tears in her eyes, full of resentment. I was so angry I was speechless. My hands shook as I took out a cigarette, but then I noticed an ashtray on the coffee table with cigarette butts in it. Looking around the room, I saw men’s underwear on the balcony. The flames of anger ignited every cell in my body. A man’s face, trampled under her feet, repeatedly stomped on. “Is Jack living with you?” I stared at her grimly, shouting in anger. Her face instantly turned red with shame. She bit her lip, her eyes dodging, and said guiltily: “No, he just occasionally flies over to keep me company. No, I mean to keep the baby company.” “No wonder you kept telling me not to come. You were afraid I’d catch you in your affair.” “Ryan, don’t be so dirty-minded. Jack and I are innocent.” Just then, the sound of a key turning came from the front door. Emily’s face jolted, revealing a panicked expression. “Emily, I bought you a set of maternity pajamas and some maternity underwear. Try them on and see if they fit…” Jack opened the door and came in. He froze when he saw me. “Jack, you should go. My husband and I still have things to discuss,” Emily hurriedly said. “Why are you crying?” Jack walked over and asked tenderly. “It’s nothing. You should go quickly.” “Did he bully you?” Jack turned his head and shouted fiercely, “Ryan, are you even a man? If you’ve got the guts, come at me.” “Gladly. I’ve been waiting for this,” I said as I rushed at him with my fist raised. “No!” Emily blocked me, sobbing, “Honey, how can you bear to hit a cancer patient?” “Get out of the way, or I’ll hit you too.” “Ryan, you bastard! You’d even hit your own wife, and she’s pregnant too,” Jack yelled. “She seems more like your wife,” I said. “Ryan, you’re going too far,” Emily cried out in grievance. “I’m going too far? You two are practically living together and having a child. You’re just short of a marriage certificate.” “Get out of the way…” I shouted. “No, I won’t let you bully him,” Emily spread her arms to protect Jack. I pulled her away and kicked Jack in the stomach. He fell to his knees in pain. He glared at me with bloodshot eyes, drooling: “You… you dare hit me?” I clenched my fist and punched his face. He flailed his arms, offering no resistance. Emily suddenly hugged me from behind. “Ryan, I’m begging you, stop. You’ll kill him if you keep going.” “Get away from me. I’m going to beat him to death today,” I roared. “Ryan, if you want to hit someone, hit me instead,” Emily knelt down, tearfully begging me. My own wife, protecting another man. This humiliation felt like thousands of steel needles piercing my body. It hurt, it hurt so much! I raised my hand, and she lifted her neck. “Ryan, if anything happens to my child, I’ll make you pay with your life,” Jack said defiantly. I turned and punched him square in the face. “Ah…” He covered his nose, blood seeping through his fingers. “Jack…” Emily cried out in distress and rushed to his side. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, just a nosebleed.” “Ryan, you beast! How dare you hit a sick person? Doesn’t your conscience hurt? If there’s anything to discuss, we can sit down and talk it out. Why resort to violence?” Emily yelled at me hatefully. My conscience didn’t hurt, but my heart did. “Emily, there’s no use talking to this brute. Let’s call the police,” Jack said. Emily hesitated. “Knock knock knock…” “What’s going on in there? I’m the building security. Open up.”
Jack immediately got up to open the door. Two security guards stood at the door, with several neighbors behind them. Apparently, the neighbors had heard the commotion and called security. “Officer, this thug broke into our home and assaulted me and my wife,” Jack said, pointing at me. “You bastard, say that again. Whose wife is she?” I roared. The neighbors behind the security guards started chattering. “I’ve never seen this intruder before. Mr. Zhang and Ms. Lou are a couple. They introduced themselves to me when they moved in,” a male neighbor said. “Yes, they’re husband and wife. We’ve had dinner together.” “Everyone on this floor knows Mr. Zhang and Ms. Lou. We’ve never seen that violent man before. Could he be a criminal? Mr. Zhang’s face is all bruised up. We should call the police.” Jack looked at me smugly and provocatively. I was shaking with anger. In this foreign country, there was no way to prove my relationship with Emily. “Emily, you tell them. Whose wife are you?” I said, suppressing my anger. Everyone looked at her. Her face turned red. After hesitating for a moment, she pointed at me… At least she still had some conscience. “I don’t know him,” Emily then pointed at Jack. “He’s my husband.” “Boom!” My mind exploded. I felt dizzy and disoriented. The police arrived quickly and took us away for questioning. At the police station, Emily finally told the truth, saying that I was her real husband. But Jack had a long-term residence permit in France, making him practically a French citizen. I would be held responsible for hitting him. He said that as long as I admitted my mistake and promised not to cause any more trouble, letting Emily give birth to the child in peace, he would let me off. I refused, and was subsequently detained. Three days passed. I was released. Walking to the entrance, I saw Emily. She came up to me, her big belly in front of her. That belly was a huge humiliation to me. She knew how much I loved children and wanted my own, but she had pretended to be infertile and deceived me for 5 years. Yet she could travel to a foreign country to have a child for Jack. “I begged Jack to let you go. See how magnanimous he is, unlike you who’s so petty,” she said in a reproachful tone. “Right, I should be more magnanimous. It’s not uncommon to share wives these days,” I said. “Can’t you speak without being so sarcastic?” she said. She booked a hotel for me, telling me to calm down first. “Stay here for now. Call me when you’ve calmed down,” she said. I laughed. Why did it feel like I was the one at fault? Two days passed. I called Emily, saying I wanted to talk to both of them. Emily was very happy, thinking I had finally come around and understood her difficulties. She set up a meeting at a restaurant the next day. The next day at noon, I arrived at the restaurant. The waiter led me to a private room. Emily and Jack were sitting close together. I sat down across from them and placed my phone on the table. The table was already full of food and wine. “I didn’t consider your feelings before and offended you greatly, but you hit me too, so let’s call it even. After we drink this glass of wine, we’ll be brothers,” Jack said, raising his glass. I took a small sip. He frowned slightly, obviously displeased, but didn’t make a scene. “Ryan, Jack is being so sincere. Why don’t you finish your drink?” Emily complained. “Emily, forget it. Let’s get to the point. To be frank, I’m in the late stages of cancer. The doctors say I have at most a year to live. As a man, I hope you can understand my desire to have a child,” Jack said. “You look pretty healthy to me. You don’t look like you’re dying,” I said with a sneer. “Appearances can be deceiving. I’m riddled with tumors on the inside,” he said. He walked over to me and handed me a bank card. “There’s $200,000 in here. The PIN is Emily’s birthday. Consider it compensation.” “Let’s be more direct. Add another zero, and I’ll let you have Emily,” I said sarcastically. “Ryan, stop being so sarcastic. We’re trying to have a proper discussion with you,” Emily said angrily. “Alright, alright, my mistake,” I said with a smile. “But $200,000 isn’t enough to raise your child.” “Don’t worry, brother. After the child is born, I’ll take it away and give it to my mother to raise,” Jack said. “Aren’t you afraid your wife will find out?” I asked. “My mother lives in the countryside. My wife is proud and arrogant and has never gotten along with my mother. Plus, my wife hates the countryside. She hasn’t been to my mother’s house since we got married, so she’ll never discover the child,” Jack said proudly. “You’re having a child behind your wife’s back. Don’t you feel any guilt towards her?” I asked. He sighed helplessly and said, “What can I do? She’s a hen that can’t lay eggs.” “So you found one that can lay eggs to have a child for you,” I said, raising my voice. Emily got angry. “Ryan, you’ve taken the money. Aren’t you satisfied?” I sneered and nodded. “Good. Now that we’ve all reached an agreement, I’ll book your return flight right away,” Emily said eagerly, wanting to send me back home. “Wait. No rush to book the flight.” “What else do you want to say?” Emily asked impatiently. “This involves four people. It’s useless for just the three of us to agree,” I said with a grim smile. “Who’s the fourth person?” they asked, confused. As I finished speaking, the door to the private room was forcefully pushed open…
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