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Alan Simpson and I were both employees of a publicly listed company, earning good salaries. We could be considered elite in the
white–collar world.
On the day we got our marriage certificate, we spent our own money to buy a nice three–bedroom apartment in the city center, and we paid for our car in full. Given our current financial situation, Alan Simpson certainly wasn’t lacking money.
Just when I had convinced myself that Alan Simpson was being framed, a woman walked over from across the street.
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She was heavily pregnant, dressed head to toe in designer brands, and carrying the handbag I had admired for so long but never dared to buy.
In her red–bottomed heels, she waved at me coquettishly.
“You must be Clara Walker, right? Alan Simpson is the father of my child. Even if he goes to jail, he can’t abandon his child.”
Father? Child? I stood there, completely dumbfounded.
Seeing my confused expression, she tossed her long waves and curved her red lips into a smile.
“Alan Simpson is my fiancé, and the child in my belly is his.”
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What a joke. Alan Simpson and I had known each other for ten years, from school to marriage. The most important thing was, we had already registered for our marriage three months ago. The ceremony had only been delayed due to work commitments.
This woman claiming to be pregnant with my husband’s child couldn’t be a scammer, could she?
I pulled out my phone, intending to call the psychiatric hospital to have this woman taken away, but then I saw Alan Simpson’s parents running out of the hotel.
The woman greeted them with familiarity, and both elders were thrilled to see her, rushing to help her, though their faces
turned awkward when they saw me standing nearby.
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A sudden flutter in my chest. I stepped forward and asked, “Mom, Dad, what’s going on here?”
Mr. Simpson lowered his head, silent. Mrs. Simpson walked over, took my hand, her wrinkled face creasing as she forced a reassuring smile.
“This isn’t the right place for this conversation. Let’s go home first.”
What on earth? Your son’s about to be locked up, and you’re not worried? You want to go home for tea and chat?
My parents were just as confused by what was happening, so they could only send the guests away first.
Back in the small house Alan Simpson and I shared, the woman swung her handbag
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around as she surveyed the place, clearly pleased with what she saw.
She sat down confidently on the sofa and tossed a paternity test in my direction.
With a smug grin, she said, “Take a good look. The child in my belly is Alan Simpson’s son–his parents‘ grandchild.”
Mrs. Simpson eagerly poured her some water, while Mr. Simpson stood by peeling an apple.
My mother nearly fainted from rage, pointing at the woman and shouting, “Where do you, this seductress, come from? Clara here is legally married to Alan Simpson! They’re a lawful couple!”
The woman, Alice Mitchell, was a socialite, or to put it bluntly, an unemployed parasite.
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Unfazed by my mother’s accusations, she shot me a provocative look.
“If I remember correctly, you and Alan Simpson have been together for ten years, right?”
I stiffly sat across from her, clutching my wedding dress.
“So, what exactly is going on between your and Alan?”
Alice Mitchell twirled her hair and casually crossed her legs.
“I’ve been with Alan for seven years. He loves me very much. You should just give up.”
The blood in my body seemed to run wildly
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against the current, and a buzzing filled my
ears.
What she was saying meant that for seven out of the ten years Alan Simpson and I had been together, he had been cheating on me with Alice Mitchell.
The revelation sent my world spinning. My mom rushed to steady me, while my dad grabbed a kitchen knife, ready to kick her out.
Mrs. Simpson hurriedly stepped in front of Alice Mitchell, sobbing uncontrollably.
“That’s my grandchild! My son’s going to prison, and now you want to drive my grandchild to death too?”
My dad pointed at Alice Mitchell’s stomach, his eyes practically shooting flames.
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“The goods haven’t even been unloaded, how can you be sure it’s a grandson? Don’t push us too far, the Simpson family!”
Mrs. Simpson stood her ground, shoving my dad aside.
“It’s definitely a grandson!”
“Look, I’m not being rude here, but Clara Walker’s been with my son for ten years, and she still can’t have a child. We’re old, and we just wanted a grandchild. Please, forgive Alan Simpson.”
Mrs. Simpson came over, took my hand, and wiped her tears.
“Clara, don’t be angry. We’re getting old. Wanting a grandchild isn’t too much to ask. Please, forgive Alan Simpson.”
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I clutched my chest, feeling a suffocating rage rising within me. If this were a movie, I’d have spat blood in her face.
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