“No, no, no, no. You’re not barren.” He shook his head emphatically, his eyes wide with concern. “You are very much able to give birth to kids. But what I’m saying is if you should get pregnant, you have a high chance of dying during labor.” He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid someone might overhear him.I felt a surge of disbelief and despair as he said that. It was very hard for me to take in and I didn’t know why everything that was happening in my life was happening in my life. It was like a legit movie at that time. A horror movie.So I swallowed my saliva and took in a deep breath and asked him again.“Could you please repeat what you said?” I asked him, hoping he would say something different. “You said I can’t have kids, but if I should go into labor, I have a high chance of dying. How do you know that when I haven’t even had kids for the first time?” I asked him curiously, but also desperately. I felt like everyone was lying to me. Everyone was lying to me. I wanted the

“Honey, you left our car in the hands of strangers,” he said and I nodded.“I know. Relax. Nothing will happen to the car,” I said, dismissing him because I didn’t want further questions.“I hope not,” he remarked and I swallowed hard. Speaking of that lie, I really had to get people who would wash off that diesel smell from my car so I would pick it up when they were done.“Thank you for cooking today, baby,” I said, hugging him from behind. He was wearing an apron and he looked very adorable when he cooked, but that didn’t mean he was a bad cook. He was actually a very good cook.“Oh, it’s no problem, my love. I just thought to treat my wife to a special meal today,” he said, flipping an egg with a spatula while I massaged his muscles. They were huge and round and I loved to touch them.“I’ve missed these biceps!” I said slapping his arms lightly while he chuckled. “Is that a blush I see?” I asked teasingly because it was very amusing to me that he was blushing. The husband that I k

She hesitated for a while, then nodded reluctantly. She handed me the papers that she claimed were DNA test results. I glanced at them and saw they had his name and the baby’s name on them.“Are you sure these are authentic?” I asked her, feeling a surge of anger and disbelief.“Of course they are. Why would I lie to you?” she said, trying to sound innocent.“Because you are a home wrecker who wants to ruin my marriage,” I snapped back.She flinched and looked away. I could see the guilt in her eyes, but also the defiance.I walked up to my room and found a DNA test kit I had bought long ago. I had planned to use it for fun, to see how much we matched as a couple. But now, it was a matter of life and death.I walked back to the living room with it and got swabs from the side of her cheek, the child’s cheek and my husband’s cheek.“Done. I will get back to you next week but in the meantime, please leave,” I said coldly, handing her back the papers and the baby.She stood up without hesi

“It’s nothing, honey. Trust me, whatever it is, I will handle it,” he said, reaching for my hand across the table. But I pulled away, feeling angry.“We, Rick. We will handle it. You are not alone in this. Not especially after you have signed me as a shareholder. We will sort out issues together and make important decisions together,” I said, trying to sound calm and supportive. But I was far from it. I wanted to know what was going on in his company, what secrets he was keeping from me.“So? Tell me,” I said, leaning forward on his chair. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze.“It’s not something I want to talk about right now,” he said, taking a sip of his wine. I nodded, pretending to accept his answer.“Okay, fine. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine,” I said, pouring myself a glass of juice. I needed something refreshing to cool down my temper.“Are you angry about it?” He asked, looking at me with concern. I shook my head, forcing a smile.“Oh no, I’m furious. But

“You know Rick. I have never actually met your wife,” she said, following me with her eyes.“No you haven’t. She’s a sight to behold isn’t she?” Rick said, looking at me with admiration. He tried to catch up with me, but I ignored him.“She’s nothing like they describe back at home,” she finally said casually. Her words made me stop in my tracks.“Excuse me?” I asked, turning around to face her.“What do they describe her as?” Rick asked curiously, standing beside me.“Well… they said she was fat and ugly and you only married her because your father threatened to remove you from his Will if you didn’t find a wife,” she said, as if it was no big deal.“Well, that’s refreshing,” I said, feeling shocked. I didn’t know that they despised me that much.“What was that?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.“Oh… nothing. I just didn’t think that you people hated me that much,” I said with a shrug. She had a sly smile on her face, as if she enjoyed my discomfort.“We don’t just hate you. We despise