The Terrible Price of His Misunderstanding

After five years of marriage, I was finally pregnant.

Overjoyed, I handed the test result to my husband.

But he just frowned. "Whose kid is this?"

"What? Yours, of course."

"We haven't had a kid in five years. I'm gone one month, and suddenly this happens? Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?"

His mother sneered, "So that's why you've been crawling home at all hours. You've been out spreading your legs for other men."

My husband took out his phone. On the screen was a photo of a black lace bra, lying on his boss's bed. "How dare you cheat on me!"

"I didn't!" I screamed. "Get a paternity test! If you don't believe me, get the test!"

Three days later, the hospital called. "The results of the paternity test are in…"