Not My Ex's Child… but His Father's
Lewis Gordon says he likes older women. Seeing that he's young, energetic, and good in bed, I agree to be his girlfriend.
But when he runs into me with his friends while I'm dressed in business attire, he is stunned and doesn't know how to react.
Then, he quickly introduces me. "She's just a neighbor like an auntie."
What? Middle-aged? I immediately break up with him.
He sends a clumsy explanation, "When you dress like a middle-aged woman, it's really embarrassing for me."
I block him and don't bother replying.
Five years later, I bring my son along to celebrate my husband's godfather's birthday.
Lewis shows up, holding hands with his girlfriend.
When he hears my son call Johann Tucker "Grandpa Johann," he pulls a long face.
He blurts, "This is my son, right? He should be calling him great-grandfather."
I shoot him a look of pure disgust. "He's not your son."
Lewis points at my son's face and sneers, "Look at his eyes and his face. He looks exactly like me. How can you still insist he's not my son?"
All I can think of is my extremely jealous husband. If he hears Lewis claiming that he's my son's father, will he go crazy and kill him?