Revenge of the Husband

That day, I wanted to check some information and opened my computer to see the following search history, "Where can I fake a paternity test? How to transfer my husband's assets without being discovered? How to make someone fall seriously ill?"

There were only three people in my family, me, my wife, and our child. I couldn't think of anyone else who could have searched for these things besides my wife, Sarah Rowe.

The thought that the person I had shared a bed with for seven years was doing this to me made me laugh bitterly.

When I saw the record, something suddenly came to my mind, and I immediately started searching through the house.

After finding my son's birth certificate, I noticed his blood type was O. I was AB blood type, and if I remembered correctly, Sarah was type B. It was impossible for AB and B blood types to produce an O type child.

At that moment, I concluded that my son wasn't mine. The evidence was right in front of me, and I was at a loss for words.

Seven years! For seven years, I hadn't discovered this secret. Back then, I was just too happy to have a child to even consider the blood type issue.

When I graduated from university and completed my internship, I joined a new company where I met Sarah. From the first moment I saw her, I was captivated. She was beautiful and gentle, had a lovely voice, and was very polite. Who wouldn't like a girl like her? Later, during a company team-building event, with everyone encouraging me, I confessed to her, and she said yes. After we got together, we decided to rent a place together, thinking we would focus on earning money first before getting married.

But unexpectedly, not long after our first time together, she got pregnant. This news was really shocking to me. Because when I was a child, I fell from a tree while playing and injured myself on a branch. After being sent to the hospital for examination, the doctor said I had a high possibility of being infertile and might never be able to get a child.

So, when I found out I was going to be a father, I was truly overjoyed. I shared the good news with my parents, and they were thrilled beyond words.

The next day, my parents came to visit Sarah, and that was also the first time Sarah met my parents. Everything went well, and I thought Sarah and I would be happy together. However, when Sarah's parents found out she was pregnant with my child, they were furious. They thought I wasn't good enough for her.

And they were right; Sarah was beautiful and came from a good family. Her father was the owner of a large restaurant, and her mother was the owner of a beauty parlour. Meanwhile, I was just an ordinary person from countryside, with parents who were farmers.

The first meeting between our parents was really unpleasant, and her parents were very dissatisfied with me. In the end, it was Sarah who spoke up. She said she loved me and that she would only marry me in this life, and that she didn't want our child to be born without a father.

Hearing this, her parents reluctantly agreed to our marriage but asked for a financial contribution of 300, 000 dollars. That amount was beyond anything I could have ever imagined, but seeing Sarah's tearful eyes, it broke my heart to see her like that.

After discussing with my parents, we agreed, and managed to scrape together the money, even taking out a loan to pay the financial contribution.

After we got married, Sarah quit her job and stayed home to rest during her pregnancy, with my mom taking care of her.

Our simple and happy life was interrupted when an accident happened during Sarah's ninth month of pregnancy. She accidentally fell down the stairs, leading to a premature birth and nearly losing her life.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mom was crying uncontrollably. She kept repeating it was her fault, that she hadn't taken care of Sarah, and that she was to blame.

I was indeed angry, but my mom was still my mom and the grandmother of the child in Sarah's belly. So when something like this happened, I believed she wouldn't feel any better than I did. I comforted my mom, telling her not to worry and that everything would be fine.

It wasn't until the doctor asked us to sign a critical condition notice that I realized the seriousness of the situation. My mom knelt before the doctor, begging him to save Sarah and the child.

After six hours of surgery, the doctor came out and said both mother and child were safe. These events felt like they happened just yesterday. Thinking about Sarah's sacrifices for our family and child, I was deeply moved.

But now, looking back... I realized I was a complete idiot! I had been happily raising someone else's child for seven years, only to discover it all meant nothing.

I initially wanted to confront Sarah with the evidence and start a big fight, but then I realized that kind of drama was something women did, and it wasn't really my style. Besides, it would only end in divorce, and all my efforts and energy over the years would have been in vain.

Thinking about this, I decided to take things slowly. I wanted to give Sarah a gift, a gift she would never forget in her life.