All Chapters of My Wife’s Baby Isn’t Mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adam stood in front of me."I told Mike not to come." His tone wasn't harsh. If anything, it carried a hint of negotiation.His words hit me like a bucket of cold water. "What did you say?""Mike is the Harris family's driver. If you call him to pick you up without telling anyone, your parents are going to ask questions," he replied.Adam held up his phone so I could see the screen. Mike's number sat at the top of the call log. It was the call we'd just ended."I'll handle this. Just come back with us for now. We can talk when we get to the hotel."I stared at the call log for three seconds. "What gives you the right to cancel it?""Anthony, I'm doing this for your own good." His tone was sincere, just as it had been back when we'd called each other brothers.For a moment, I almost believed him.Then I glanced at the car. Summer had her face pressed against the window. Her eyes were red, and she was staring straight at me.Joseph sat beside her and handed her tissues.I look

Adam had always been the carefree type, laughing loudly, stepping in to block for me on the basketball court, and sliding his answers toward me during exams."Anthony, we're brothers for life." His eyes always lit up when he said it. He wore every thought right there on his face.Later, when Summer and I got together, he went quiet for a long time. Once, when he was drunk, he'd told me, "You lucky bastard."I'd thought he was giving me his blessing. Looking back now, maybe that wasn't entirely true.Then there was Joseph.I'd always treated him like a little brother. He'd followed me around since we were kids. Whenever he fell, he never cried. He'd just look up at me, get back on his feet, and keep chasing after me.I'd always thought the way he clung to me was nothing more than a little brother's dependence on his older brother. Yet the night before my engagement party, he slept with my fiancée.…At 2:00 a.m., I heard footsteps and hushed voices in the hallway.I listened fo

After sending the message, I turned my phone facedown in my palm. My hand was slick with sweat.I went downstairs and walked out of the hotel.The sea breeze hit me full in the face.Mornings on the island were bright. Sunlight spilled across the beach in a dazzling white glow.It was beautiful. I stood there alone and stared at the view for a long time.…Around noon, Adam sent me a message.Adam: [Anthony, Summer says she wants a watermelon smoothie. Do you know if there's anywhere around here that sells them?]I had spent the entire morning on a sofa in the hotel lobby, and my phone was almost dead.I didn't reply.Ten minutes later, another message came through.Adam: [Where are you? Don't wander off by yourself.]Five minutes later, Joseph called. "Where did you go? The front desk said you haven't been back to your room all morning.""I'm in the lobby.""Come upstairs. Summer isn't doing too well. She's been asking to see you."…I went upstairs. When I opened the

"Sir, we've arrived."The taxi stopped outside an old apartment complex. It was a little past 8:00 p.m., and the dim yellow glow of the streetlights washed over the weathered walls.The apartment was in the suburbs of the nearest major city. It belonged to my stepmother, Diane Graham, whom I called Mom. She'd kept it for me.She'd bought the place before marrying my father, so the property had originally been registered in her name. Later, she'd transferred it to me.She'd told me that if I ever ran into trouble, I'd always have somewhere to go. Somewhere no one else needed to know about.Adam didn't know about it. Neither did Joseph or Summer.The apartment was on the 5th floor, and the building had no elevator. Two of the motion-activated lights in the stairwell were broken, so I made my way upstairs with one hand on the railing.When I opened the door, the smell of dust hit me. I hadn't been here in a long time.I set down my backpack and stood in the entryway. The living ro

"How did you...""Diane told me," Wendy said.My mother had promised not to tell anyone, only to turn around and tell Wendy.But I couldn't bring myself to be angry.Because the next thing Wendy said was, "She told me not to bother you. Just keep an eye on you from a distance. Only step in if you're in danger."When we reached my apartment, I took out my keys and unlocked the door.I turned around and found her standing in the hallway, with no intention of coming inside."You don't want to come in for a while?" I asked."It's late. Probably not a good idea.""You're like my sister."She fell silent for a moment before she smiled. It was different from the smiles she'd given me when we were kids. There was something in it I couldn't quite understand."I'll come see you tomorrow. Lock the door properly." She turned and headed downstairs, her footsteps fading with every step.I closed the door and leaned against it. The scrape on my arm burned.On the balcony, the gardenias I