The child was clearly his, and I couldn't divorce over this. Besides, even if we were to divorce, it should be a decision made between us as husband and wife. He should be the one to discuss it with me.
"What right do you have to disagree? You carried another man's child and made my son the fool?"
My mother-in-law's face turned ugly in an instant.
No matter what, the child was still young and needs a father. But I had no clue about this test result.
My husband was soft-hearted, and I still held onto a sliver of hope that he might come back to me.
A few days later, I received a package. When I opened it, I was surprised to find a silk nightgown, and it was a designer brand.
In all the years we'd been together, he had never bought me anything so expensive.
It seemed I was right—he wanted to come back.
I hurriedly put on the nightgown, took a photo, and sent it to him, but I waited a long time without receiving any response.
The next day, I saw a photo on his Instagram showing him having a great time at a bar with some people.
Could I have misunderstood?
I quickly rummaged through the trash, pulled out the package, and found that while the address was correct, the recipient's name wasn't mine.