One month after the baby was born, my wife’s male best friend got drunk. He pointed at my son, sleeping soundly in his crib, and chuckled at me. “Do you know where your son got that heart-shaped birthmark on his arm from?” I shook my head, clueless. Derek smugly rolled up his sleeve, flashing it at me. “Of course, he got it from me! Serena promised me that no matter who she married, she’d have my child first.” He finished, blowing a kiss at my wife. “We tried for three months, and boom! I finally make her pregnant!” I stared at Serena Hayes, my world spinning. For three years, she wouldn’t get intimate with me, insisting on IVF, claiming she was “allergic” to semen. I felt so bad for her, thinking she was going through so much with IVF, that I actually agreed to get a vasectomy. Turns out, all those nights, she was busy conceiving with another man! My hand tightened around the diagnostic report I was holding. I raised my glass to Serena, a cold, bitter smile on my face. Then congratulations to her, for having a son with XYY syndrome.
“Alex Thorne, are you losing it? Do you really have to humiliate me in front of everyone?” Serena awkwardly glanced around the room. She was holding onto Derek, who was still rambling nonsense, glaring at me with fury. She didn’t see anything wrong with Derek’s words. Instead, she thought my reaction was embarrassing her. Derek burped, then leaned his hands on the crib, his eyes glazed over as he admired ‘his masterpiece.’ “What do you think? My sperm quality isn’t bad, right? Look how handsome the baby is.” Serena grabbed Derek’s arm, forcing out an awkward smile. “Derek, you’re drunk. Stop making a scene.” “I’m not drunk! My family’s heart-shaped birthmark is right there on his arm! This is more reliable than a damn DNA test!” Derek shook her hand off, swaying as he jeered at me. “Alex, you should thank me. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have even had the chance to be a dad.” The entire banquet hall went dead silent, countless eyes burning into us with mocking amusement. I wanted to vanish right then and there. On our wedding night, mid-sex, Serena suddenly had trouble breathing and broke out in a rash. After a hospital visit, she held the report, her eyes red, telling me she was allergic and couldn’t conceive naturally like a normal couple. To comfort me, she added, “Honey, I don’t want to deprive you of being a father. Let’s do IVF.” For three years, I meticulously calculated Serena’s ovulation period every day. I believed her. I loved her so much that I endured the humiliation of sperm donation. I endured the disappointment after countless failures. Even after she successfully conceived, when she cried, saying IVF was too hard and she just wanted a happy family of three with me, I didn’t hesitate. I went and got a vasectomy. My friends called me crazy, said what kind of man would neuter himself for an IVF baby. But I thought it was the most steadfast choice I could make for her. But now, Derek was telling me this child was just a pact between him and Serena. A sharp cramp shot through my lower abdomen. The helplessness and humiliation of lying on that cold operating table yesterday for the vasectomy were still vivid. I gripped my wine glass, searching for even a hint of guilt on Serena’s face. But she just gave me an impatient glare. “Derek’s drunk and talking nonsense, and you actually believe him? Come on, let’s go apologize to the guests, don’t make a fool of yourself here.” She said it so righteously, as if *I* were the one being unreasonable. Derek’s drunken haze seemed to thicken. He reached out, trying to touch Serena’s face. “Serena, always protecting me. God, I fucking adore you.” Serena’s body stiffened, an unnatural blush creeping up her neck. I gritted my teeth, desperately fighting the urge to throw my drink in his face. Derek pulled his hand back, smugly enjoying my reaction. “Alex, don’t flatter yourself. You’re just the chump raising my kid. And I? I’m the one she’ll spread her legs for to have a baby.” With that, he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, falling into a heavy sleep. Everyone’s eyes were dissecting me, flaying me alive. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world. And Serena, the woman I’d loved for three years, couldn’t even bother to offer an explanation. She just gripped my arm, her face a mask of cold indifference. “What are you waiting for? Go entertain the guests.” I looked at her composed posture, at her utterly unapologetic face. My heart froze solid. She wasn’t trying not to explain; she simply couldn’t be bothered to.
After the last guest staggered out, the room was a warzone. Serena, still holding onto a babbling Derek, pointed at me with disgust. “Alex Thorne, what is wrong with you? This is a party for our son’s first month, and you’re putting on this sour face for everyone to see? It’s repulsive!” I forced a smile, the wound in my lower abdomen aching more fiercely. “Serena, I just got a goddamn vasectomy for you!” “The doctor told me it’s permanent! I can never have my own biological children again, ever!” I thought my sacrifice would earn me some guilt from her. But she just helped Derek to the couch, then irritably ran a hand through her hair. “So what? It’s just a damn surgery, can’t you stop being so childish?” I was trembling with rage. So, the decision I gambled my entire future on was just “childish” in her eyes. “I’m childish? So, I should be like you, basking in my meticulous care while carrying another man’s baby?” Serena showed no remorse, her tone still utterly righteous. “Alex Thorne, Derek was just drunk. You’re actually taking a drunk man’s bullshit seriously? We have a child now. Can’t we just live a happy life as a family?” “A happy life?” I laughed, a bitter, breathless sound. “Serena, tell me, what happy couple has a wife who uses the guise of ‘allergies’ to trick her husband into IVF, when she’s actually trying to have another man’s baby?” I thought with each push, Serena would feel bad for me, would apologize. But instead, she pushed back, indignant. “Didn’t I suffer too? Wasn’t I in pain? Why are you always bringing up old shit? It’s just a surgery, is it really worth holding such a grudge?” After that argument, my heart was thoroughly numb. I remembered the day I agreed to her request, to get the vasectomy. She cried in my arms. “Honey, you’re so good to me. I swear, I’ll spend my entire life making it up to you.” Looking back now, those tears were probably for Derek. And I, like a clueless idiot, personally sealed my own fate. The silence in the hall was deafening, suffocating. I kicked over a table, the crash echoing through the suffocating silence, and pointed at Serena, roaring. “Get out!” Serena’s hand, wiping Derek’s sweat, froze. She twisted her head, incredulous, her eyes wide with shock. “Alex Thorne, what is wrong with you? Just because Derek said a few drunken words, you want to kick me out? Is that all the trust you have in me?” I laughed, a humorless bark that shook my chest. “You don’t deserve an ounce of my trust.” I ignored her, throwing the baby’s diagnostic report hard onto her. “Let’s get a divorce!” “You and your male best friend can live with the child you two made.” With that, I turned and left without a backward glance. I slammed the gas pedal and sped to the north side of the city, to a place I had never taken her. I’m going to make Serena and Derek pay for what they did!
“Sir!” My former subordinates were already lined up in front of the mansion. The first time I proposed to Serena back then, she didn’t say yes. She just frowned and said, “Your… status… isn’t exactly impressive.” I just smiled, indulging her, and without a word, I stepped back from the Thorne Group, got myself a “normal” job. Everyone called me a lovesick fool, but I just soaked it up, happy as could be. Who cared about being the heir to the Thorne Group? My Serena just wanted a simple, honest life with me. That was pure love, right? Now, it’s clear I was a complete and utter idiot. I practically fell onto the couch, the wound in my lower abdomen throbbing again. “Ace, I need you to do something for me.” “Find all records of Serena undergoing IVF treatments for the past three years. Five minutes.” Ace nodded, then exited to carry out the order. I poured myself a shot of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. “Sir, I found it.” He hesitated for a moment, then continued. “No hospital has any record of Serena ever undergoing IVF treatments. Only routine prenatal check-ups.” My mind went utterly blank. The whiskey glass in my hand crashed to the floor. No records? So, all those times over the past three years, she showed me lab results, acting all happy or heartbroken—it was all a goddamn act? Those needle marks on her stomach, those so-called ovulation-inducing meds—all faked? I was shaking with rage. Then I remembered her allergy excuse. If she didn’t do IVF, then how did she get pregnant? The answer was chillingly clear. The baby was conceived the old-fashioned way, with Derek. “I want you to find every single hotel record for Serena and Derek for the past three years! All of them!” I kicked over the coffee table. “There were many instances, all in hotels owned by us. Also, I unexpectedly found this.” Ace’s voice grew quieter as he handed me the documents. My hands trembled as I took them, growing more horrified with each page. Every single date they went to a hotel was a day Serena told me she was going for a hospital check-up. Serena was using my money to have wild sex with other men, then coming home to tell me the doctors said she still needed “treatment.” And I, the clueless idiot, was pitying her “suffering,” cooking her all sorts of elaborate tonics. The last page of the file had Derek’s medical report. He has AIDS! My stomach lurched, a sickening wave of nausea washing over me. I grabbed the trash can and dry-heaved. “Sir, Derek’s private life is extremely messy. He’s been with dozens of women over the years. Your wife…” Ace patted my back, unable to stop himself. “Don’t you dare call her my wife! She doesn’t deserve that title!” I cut him off, my eyes bloodshot. “Go. Compile all the evidence. They dared to play me for a fool. I’ll make them pay dearly for it!” Watching Ace leave, I slowly calmed down. Suddenly, I felt almost grateful Serena wouldn’t let me touch her all these years, thanks to that… *thing*. It unknowingly saved me. The thought of those two disgusting people still in my house made my stomach churn. I immediately had my assistant contact my lawyer to draft divorce papers, then slammed the gas pedal and sped home.
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