No Complaints, No Words
MohiniTragic LoveFeel-Good StoryMelodramaticBiasMistressRegretWinning Back the HusbandCheating
I traveled over a thousand eight hundred miles to find my wife. She was a professor at Harbor University.
As soon as I arrived, I received a call.
“Hi, Mr. Jaques. We’re just following up on the stroller your wife custom-ordered from us. Have you been happy with it? If so, would you mind leaving us a quick positive review?”
I was stunned. We had lived apart for years and did not have a child together.
Still, I remained calm and double-checked.
“Are you sure I’m the one who ordered that stroller?”
“Yes, sir, I can confirm that. Our system requires ID verification from both parents for all custom stroller orders. The mother on file is Shiloh Zoeller. Mr. Jaques, you are listed as the child’s father.”
The customer service agent sent me a screenshot of the child’s information as proof.
It indeed showed that I had a child around one month old.
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I went to the address listed on the order.
Downstairs, a young man was chatting with a group of people.
“As of today, I’m no longer your classmate. I’m now the professor’s husband!”
A male classmate laughed and teased him. “What a show off. But come on, the kid’s already a month old. When are you and Ms. Zoeller finally tying the knot? We’re still waiting to toast you!”
Just then, a very familiar female voice spoke.
“What’s taking you so long? Get up here. Our little boy is getting impatient.”
I followed the sound of the voice and saw Shiloh holding a swaddled baby. She leaned against that man’s chest as if she had done it countless times.