The Poor Student and My Dead Wife's Secret Child
The underprivileged student I've been sponsoring suddenly shows up at my birthday party, swaggering in and waving around a pregnancy report.
"Look—Pheebs is pregnant with my baby! You'd better be smart and divorce her already!"
I point at the report, stunned and confused. "Are you sure it's Phoebe who's pregnant with your child?"
Victor Thompson, my beneficiary, smirks proudly as he fiddles with the pregnancy report. "Duh! We conceived the baby last month on our cruise trip!"
The entire room falls into a stunned silence. My ex-wife, Phoebe Jackman, has been dead for three years.