All Chapters of My Wife’s Baby Isn’t Mine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

"What?" I asked."The baby isn't Adam's. And it isn't Joseph's either," Wendy said.I looked up at her. She set down her can of soda without a change in expression. "I looked into it. The timeline doesn't add up. Summer was further along than she claimed. Both times she slept with Adam and Joseph fell outside her fertile window.""How did you find that out?""Her prenatal records." Wendy glanced at me. "Don't ask me how I got them."I leaned back in my chair and stared at the tiny green shoot emerging from the flowerpot. The gardenia had finally sprouted after more than a month."So the baby was never either of theirs to begin with," Wendy added."She lied to both of them." As soon as I said it, the whole situation struck me as absurd, like something out of a trashy TV drama. Except it was real."Are you angry?" Wendy asked.I thought about it. "No. I'm not."Those words felt different from the "It's fine" I'd always said before.Back then, "It's fine" meant swallowing my fe

"Anthony, I'm sorry." Summer said the three words slowly, as though she had to drag each one from the back of her throat. "I'm not apologizing because I got caught. I'm apologizing because I never deserved to be your partner."I looked at her. The streetlight cast her shadow across the ground until it reached the base of the wall."The baby isn't Adam's. And it isn't Joseph's either," I said calmly.She nodded. "I know you know.""You knew from the beginning who the baby's father was," I noted.She fell silent for a moment. "Yes.""You knew the baby wasn't theirs, and you still dragged all of this into our honeymoon."She said nothing. The bouquet slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. One of the white rose petals crumpled beneath it."Anthony, could you give me one more chance—""No." My voice remained even, neither cold nor hateful. It was simply steady, like a wound that had already scabbed over and no longer hurt. "Pick up your things and go. Don't come here again.