All Chapters of My DINK Wife Celebrates Her Love Child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I shoved hard at Jonah Grant, trying to force my way into the ballroom, but I couldn't shake him off.He had a death grip on my arm. "Don't make a scene that nobody can walk away from," he hissed.The color had drained from my face. "You all know Oliver is the bastard my dad had from his affair. He's the person I hate most in this world, and you're still taking his side?"Jonah's eyes darted away for a second or two, and his Adam's apple bobbed. He looked a little guilty.But it didn't take long for him to get his confidence back. He even put on that I'm-only-saying-this-for-your-own-good face. "Adam, what's done is done. What good is losing your temper going to do? They already had the baby. What do you think kicking up a scene is going to accomplish?"He leaned in close to my ear and dropped his voice even lower. "I'll be straight with you. Your azoospermia diagnosis was fake. So was Camille's six-month overseas assignment. Oliver was with her the whole time while she waited t

The doors slammed into the wall with a deafening bang.The whole room fell dead silent.The cheering stopped short, the whistling died, and even the background music seemed to skip a beat.Dozens of eyes swung toward me at once. Some were surprised, some were guilty, and a few were full of pity.Camille's face changed instantly. She nearly lost her grip on her wine glass.She hurriedly handed the baby to her mother and wiped the lipstick smudge from the corner of her mouth. Then she forced a smile. "Honey, what are you doing here?"I didn't look at her.I looked at Oliver Weaver.He stood there in a sharp suit, every hair perfectly in place, his lips still curved from that kiss.His face looked a little like mine.I walked over and punched him in the face.My fist slammed squarely into the bridge of his nose. He hadn't seen it coming. He let out a yelp and fell backward, knocking over the chair behind him.Shattered glass covered the floor."Your mother wrecked my family b

For the next three days, I looked after my mom while scrambling to raise money wherever I could.Her specialty drug alone cost several thousand dollars a month. Add the monitoring fees, nursing fees, and the cost of the bed, and it was a bottomless pit.I sold everything I could sell. All I had left was a single watch, the one my mom gave me for my thirtieth birthday.On the morning of the fourth day, I got a call from the hospital."Mr. Weaver? Your mother's condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse. Get over here right now!"When I reached the third floor of the hospital, I shoved open the door to her room and froze on the spot.Oliver was sprawled in the chair beside the bed as if he owned the place, holding that month-old baby.My mom was propped up against the headboard, her face as gray as a sheet of paper. Her eyes were wide, her lips were purple, and her whole body was trembling.When Oliver saw me, he didn't bother to get up. Instead, he deliberately held the baby

Sure enough.First thing the next morning, Oliver started spreading his version of the story.He claimed that in the hospital room that day, I'd come at him and the baby with a knife, trying to kill them, and that Camille had accidentally hurt me while trying to stop me.He told it so convincingly, with every detail vividly made up. "Adam's eyes were bloodshot. He was screaming that he'd kill my son. If Camille hadn't thrown herself at him, I'd be the one who was dead right now."The story spread like wildfire.Even Jonah believed it. He sent me a message trying to talk me down. [Adam, what were you thinking getting that worked up? You almost got someone killed, you know that? Whatever the problem is, talk it out. Pulling a knife? What the hell?]I didn't reply.Camille believed it too.Or rather, she chose to believe it.The next time she came to my room, her attitude had clearly changed.Gone was the guilty, shifty look from before. Now she was condescending, as if she'

The weather on the day of the wedding was unusually beautiful.Sunlight hit the ballroom's glass curtain wall in a dazzling golden blaze, almost as if it were mocking something.The room was full of guests. More than three hundred people packed the ballroom wall to wall.There were flowers, balloons, and a champagne tower. Everything was as lavish as it could possibly be.Camille wore a pure white wedding gown with a long, trailing skirt. She held Oliver's arm, her smile radiant.Oliver looked sharp in his suit, brimming with confidence. He went from table to table with his glass raised, every bit the picture of a man who'd won at life.Jonah stood in a corner and gave me a slight nod.I took a deep breath, walked over to the control booth, and plugged a USB drive into the main computer.Onstage, the emcee was announcing that the bride and groom would now exchange rings. The big screen had been set up to play a short film about their love story.The screen flickered.Then it