In the second Christmas after marrying Kaleb Burton, I, Adelyn Larson, wanted a child. Kaleb agreed with a smile. But despite taking countless medications and seeing countless doctors, I still couldn’t get pregnant. Just when I decided to try IVF, I accidentally overheard him on the phone with another woman. He said, “She’ll never be able to get pregnant, don’t worry. In a while, I’ll suggest we adopt a child, and then our child will be the sole heir to the Larson family fortune.” That’s when I discovered that my daily milk had been laced with birth control pills. He married me solely to get his hands on the Larson family wealth. Since he didn’t want this child, I didn’t want him either. With tears in my eyes, I dialed home: “Mom, Dad, I agree to the arranged marriage.” ***** The moment my parents heard me say “I agree to the arranged marriage,” their first reaction was that I’d been wronged. My father, Thomas Larson, immediately exploded on the other end of the line: “Adelyn, did Kaleb hurt you? I’m coming over right now to kill him!” I laughed and interrupted him: “Dad, I can handle my own affairs. Just help me arrange the blind date.” As soon as I hung up, Kaleb walked in carrying a glass of milk: “Honey, who were you talking to so early in the morning?” He handed me the milk as he spoke. I took it but simply set it on the table. Seeing I didn’t drink it, Kaleb forced a smile: “Why aren’t you drinking your milk? Isn’t this your favorite?” I watched the flash of panic in his eyes and said softly, “My stomach’s a bit upset today. I don’t feel like eating anything.” Kaleb seemed slightly nervous but quickly relaxed, his face full of concern: “I see. I’ll take you to the hospital after work then.” Looking at the “worried” expression on his face, my mind flashed back to that night when I heard his gentle voice coaxing another woman. “Don’t worry, she’ll never be able to get pregnant.” “In a while, I’ll suggest we adopt a child, and then our child will be the sole heir to the Larson family fortune.” Back then, I was still taking bitter, astringent medications trying to conceive, while he already had his child. At this thought, I fought back my nausea and shook my head: “No need. It’s just an old problem. I can go myself. You should get to work so you won’t be late.” Reminded by me, he finally snapped back to reality, quickly grabbed his coat, and left. After Kaleb left, I sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time. I’d always thought we were in love, never imagining it was all an elaborate deception orchestrated by Kaleb. He accompanied me to concerts he had no interest in, went shopping with me, and tirelessly cooked various delicious meals for me every day. I once thought that was love. Now I understand he only loved my family’s wealth. The thought made me sick. What’s even more despicable is that he not only perfectly deceived me but also had a child with another woman behind my back. Perhaps while I was suffering trying to get pregnant, he was already by another woman’s side, caring for their child. He knew exactly how much I wanted a child of our own. I contacted a private investigator and arranged for 24-hour surveillance of Kaleb. I had to know who this woman and child were that he was hiding on the side. That night, when Kaleb wanted to be intimate, I instinctively felt disgusted and pushed him away. I said, “I’m not feeling well today.” In the past, every time we were intimate, Kaleb would use “having a child” as an excuse. And I would always compromise and accommodate for the sake of having a child. But now, I only felt sick and disgusted. Kaleb hugged me from behind: “Adelyn, our child will definitely be as beautiful as you.” I faced away from him, saying nothing. Thinking I was asleep, Kaleb carefully got out of bed, picked up his phone, and quietly left the room. Soon after, I heard the study door close. I stood barefoot at the door, listening to the sounds inside. Kaleb was making a phone call. After the call connected, the other person said something that made him laugh happily: “I’ll come over to be with you both once I’m done here. Sweetheart, you and our child are the only ones I love.” After he hung up, I quickly ran back to the bedroom and pulled the covers over myself. Soon, Kaleb returned. He carefully slipped under the covers and lay down beside me.
The private investigator was incredibly efficient—within just two days, he had tracked down Kaleb’s wife and child on the side. He even thoroughly investigated the doctors who had been treating me. Without exception, they had all accepted bribes from Kaleb, helping him forge medical records to deceive me. And those medications I’d been taking? They were nothing more than ordinary vitamins. When all the evidence and photographs were laid out before me, I finally gave up hope completely. Their child was already over a year old. In the photo, Kaleb stood in the middle with another woman, holding their child’s hands. He was beaming with joy, gazing at the child with such tenderness—a gentleness I had never seen from him. I had always thought he was naturally cold, never imagining he had this side to him. I quietly put away the photos, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day, Kaleb said he wanted to take me to the hospital for another check-up. He said, “Adelyn, if there’s still no progress this time, should we try a different hospital?” On the surface, he appeared deeply concerned about me, but I knew that doctor had been bought off by him too. His suggestion to switch hospitals was just another ploy to dispel my doubts and make me more convinced that I couldn’t conceive. I didn’t expose his performance—I simply went to the hospital with him calmly. The doctor’s spiel was identical to before: “Ms. Larson, you need to maintain a positive mindset and not be too anxious.” I was sick of hearing these words. In the past, I would have been consumed with anxiety. But now, I just nodded and sighed softly, “Maybe I’m destined never to have children.” Kaleb immediately comforted me and picked up another batch of useless medication. As soon as we stepped out of the hospital, Kaleb’s phone rang. The caller ID read “Customer.” He answered the call, his expression instantly tense: “Adelyn, there’s an urgent matter with a client. You head home first—I’ll come back to keep you company once I’m done.” With that, he hurried away. But I heard the voice on the other end—it was a woman’s. She said, “Kaleb! Our child is sick. You need to come check on him right away.” Watching his retreating figure, I found it almost laughable. Running back and forth between two lives—he must be exhausted. But that was fine. Soon he wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore. I had already drafted the divorce papers and was just waiting to gather a bit more evidence before he could get the hell out of my life for good. Kaleb didn’t come home. He only sent a message saying he had to work late and wouldn’t be back tonight. Then he reminded me to eat well, take my medication on time, not to wait up for him, and that he’d bring me donuts. Looking at these cookie-cutter words of concern, I wondered if he just copy-pasted them. Of course I didn’t take the medication—I threw it straight into the trash. As for waiting for him? Impossible. I had more important things to do—continuing to collect evidence of his affair. Kaleb didn’t return home until noon the next day. He wearily loosened his tie and collapsed on the couch. The donuts he’d brought me sat on the table. I remembered when we first got together that winter—I had become obsessed with donuts, and Kaleb ran all over the city to buy them for me. Back then, holding donuts in his hands, he’d look at me with such adoration: “Adelyn, look, I bought from so many different places. Try them all and tell me which one you like—I’ll only buy from that shop from now on.” That day I tasted donuts from all over the city and randomly picked one shop. From then on, the donuts I received only came from that place in the south part of town. Kaleb thought I was just picky about taste, but in reality, that shop was closest to his office. I had only chosen it to save him from running around so much. I never realized that even back then, Kaleb was already cheating. Looking at the donuts on the table, I asked him casually, “Kaleb, why do you smell like baby formula?” He froze for a moment, panic flashing across his face: “Huh? I don’t think I do?” I pretended to be upset, and he immediately came over to placate me: “Oh, my client’s son was sick. I saw she was struggling to handle the child alone, and since I was there, I went to the hospital with her. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d overthink it. I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please don’t be mad, okay?” As he spoke, he moved to embrace me. I frowned and pushed him away: “Fine, I’m not mad anymore. Just go take a shower—you stink.” Seeing that I had let my guard down, Kaleb happily went to shower. While he was in the bathroom, I grabbed his phone. After failing to unlock it twice, I tried the child’s birthday on the third attempt—and it worked. Clearly, this child meant everything to him. I opened WhatsApp and carefully searched for any traces of evidence. Finally, I found the chat history between Kaleb and his mistress, Winona Collins, in a conversation labeled “Customer.” I quickly took photos to save the evidence, then exited the app. After Kaleb finished his shower, a WhatsApp message popped up from Customer: [The baby is crying for you. Can you come spend some time with him?] Kaleb opened WhatsApp behind my back and replied: [On my way.] Then he grabbed his clothes and headed for the door. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to say, “Honey, something came up with a client. I’ve got to go.” He had no idea I’d seen that message as he rushed out. I watched his retreating figure, placed the divorce papers I’d already prepared on the table, packed my bags, and went back to my parents’ house. I was curious to see what Kaleb’s reaction would be when he found those divorce papers.
As soon as I got home, my parents pulled me into their arms with heartbroken expressions, constantly murmuring “my poor daughter.” When they learned about Kaleb’s affair, they were furious, threatening to break his legs. I quickly reassured them: “Mom, Dad, I can handle this myself.” Only after I repeatedly promised them did they decide not to interfere. The next day after I got home, Kaleb showed up at our door as expected. Clutching the divorce papers, he put on a heartbroken act and begged me to stay: “Adelyn, if I did something wrong, you can hit me or yell at me—anything—just please don’t divorce me, okay?” I watched his performance coldly, then told Winona that Kaleb had come by. Winona immediately rushed over with her child, claiming the child wasn’t Kaleb’s and that they were just ordinary friends, terrified that Kaleb and I might divorce. Watching their masterful acting, I couldn’t help but applaud: “Alright then, I guess I misunderstood you two.” I lowered my head and gently touched my belly, “I don’t want my baby to be born without a father’s love either.” Upon hearing this, Winona’s face instantly changed, turning pale as paper, her lips trembling: “What? You’re pregnant? How is that possible?” I silently enjoyed her expression and asked with feigned confusion: “Ms. Collins, why do you seem so shocked to hear I’m pregnant? Don’t you want me to be pregnant?” Kaleb quickly jumped in to help: “No, she’s just so happy that she needs a moment to process it.” Then he shot Winona a slightly disapproving look, “Look at you, what if you scare Adelyn?” Then he turned to me with an incredulous expression: “When did you get pregnant? How come I didn’t know?” I looked at Kaleb shyly: “That night when you said you missed me.” Upon hearing this, Kaleb’s face turned even paler. He had been drunk that night and couldn’t remember what happened, only that he was called away by Winona’s phone call the next morning before he could even prepare milk. “Could it have been that night…” Kaleb mumbled, then looked at my belly in disbelief, “Then you’ve been pregnant for two weeks already. No wonder you said your stomach felt uncomfortable—that explains it. But why didn’t the examination detect it last time?” I gave him a reproachful look: “The baby is so tiny, and we didn’t do a gynecological exam. It’s perfectly normal that the doctor didn’t notice.” I handed Kaleb the forged prenatal report, “Look, here’s the prenatal report.” If he could bribe doctors to deceive me, I could naturally bribe doctors to deceive him too. Kaleb seemed convinced by my explanation and looked at my belly with pure joy: “We’re having a baby! Adelyn, we’re having a baby!” Meanwhile, Winona’s expression wasn’t nearly as pleasant. If I was truly pregnant, her child would never be able to become the heir to the Larson family fortune and would remain nothing but an illegitimate child living in the shadows. Winona gritted her teeth secretly—she absolutely couldn’t let this happen! I watched Winona’s darkening expression and raised an eyebrow. I didn’t believe she would give up so easily. It would be best if they started fighting over this—the more vicious their fights, the better it would be for me. Sure enough, after my pregnancy, Kaleb and Winona began arguing frequently. Initially, Kaleb still tried to appease Winona, but she had completely lost her sense of security and could only prove Kaleb’s love by constantly stirring up trouble. Over time, Kaleb grew tired of it and became increasingly impatient with her, which only intensified Winona’s sense of crisis. She even managed to add me on social media and sent me ambiguous, suggestive messages. I ignored them all. Thinking I didn’t believe her, she actually sent me numerous intimate photos of them together, even videos. I took screenshots of everything and told her I didn’t believe it. “Videos can be faked. Unless you can prove the child is Kaleb’s, I won’t believe you.” Seeing my firm disbelief, Winona began arranging for a paternity test. Little did she know, this was exactly what I wanted. Poor Kaleb, playing the perfect husband in front of me every day, yet unable to let go of Winona and the child—he was even plotting to kill me. I quietly watched as these two handed me the evidence on a silver platter, curious to see their expressions when they learned the truth. Within a few days, Winona strutted to my door with the paternity test results. She smugly displayed the report: “See that? John is Kaleb’s biological son. You didn’t actually think he loved you, did you? Let me tell you, we’ve been together all along.” I feigned disbelief and snatched the report: “Impossible! How could Kaleb betray me? This has to be fake, right?” Seeing my reaction, Winona became even more smug: “You know what you don’t know? The reason you never got pregnant before was because Kaleb was putting birth control pills in your milk! Did you really think he cared about you? Idiot!” I clutched my stomach, pretending her words made me sick: “My stomach… it hurts so much…” Winona said, “Yes, exactly like that. Once your baby is gone, my child will be Kaleb’s only child. Everything in the Larson family will belong to John!” Before she could finish, I called security. Winona thought I was actually having a miscarriage—she had no idea I called security because I couldn’t keep up the act any longer, afraid I’d burst out laughing. There really are women this stupid in the world. I saved the recording and video, then handed them over to my lawyer. Right after Winona left, Kaleb rushed home in a panic. The moment he walked in, he looked at me with nervous concern: “Adelyn, are you okay? Did that crazy woman Winona say anything ridiculous?” Seeing his panic, I sneered inwardly. So he could feel guilty after all. I deliberately asked, “Kaleb, Winona said her child is yours. Is that true?” The moment I finished speaking, Kaleb’s face went pale with panic. I looked at him, feigning hurt and surprise: “What Winona said is true?” Kaleb quickly raised his voice, his neck stiff with denial: “How could that be possible? How could that child be mine!” Then he grabbed me tightly: “Adelyn, Winona is just a crazy woman. I only helped her a few times, and now she’s claiming her child is mine. She’s lost her mind. Adelyn, you absolutely cannot believe her. If she dares spout nonsense in front of you again, just have the butler and security throw her out, understand?” I quickly nodded to reassure him, saying I understood and would never believe Winona’s attempts to drive a wedge between us. Kaleb let out a long sigh of relief: “Good, as long as you didn’t believe her.”
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