Her Newborn Is My Rival’s Child

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The day my wife Austin gave birth, Anderson said the child was his.

Seeing my mother and me frozen in shock, Austin sighed:

James, the child really is Anderson's. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't agree.

Perhaps overcome by shock and rage, my mother's hand slipped weakly, and the baby she was holding instantly fell.

Anderson punched my mother in the face, and I immediately swung back at him.

Our relatives all secretly mocked me.

My mother grew more and more furious as she listened, and died of a sudden heart attack.

As I lay crying over my mother's body with swollen eyes, Austin called me:

"How could your mother be so heartless, trying to kill my child?"

I said angrily:

"Austin, my mother has been killed by your actions. I'll make you all pay!"

Austin froze instantly. Even through the phone, I could sense her trembling.

"James, what are you saying? Your mother is dead?"

Austin's breathing grew more and more rapid, guilt consuming her entire heart.

I thought she would rush to the hospital to see my mother one last time, but then Anderson spoke while holding the child.

"Dying now of all times, right when I was about to call the police and charge her with child abuse. Think I don't know what scheme you two are plotting?"

"You just want to use Austin's guilt to trick her into coming back so my child has no milk to drink."

"Absolutely inhumane. Hurting my son and then cutting off his food supply. You better watch out for karma."

Anderson's roar made me lose control.

I gripped my phone and shouted back: "You already slept with my wife and had a child with her, and you still have the nerve to call me vicious."

"My mother isn't"

"Enough, James. I just gave birth and I'm still very weak. If you really love me, you should be making soup for me, not hiding away making up lies about your mother dying."

"The reason I had a child with Anderson is because he has problems in that area. This pregnancy was through artificial insemination, not as dirty as you think."

Before I could speak, the phone line went dead with beeping sounds.

I looked at my mother's body, tears flooding my eyes again.

I didn't know what emotions to use to describe the grief and rage I felt in that moment.

From the day I learned she was pregnant, I rejected my superior's invitation to become an executive at a branch office.

Because I was going to be a father, I had to think of this family. I couldn't leave home for even a moment.

When my mother found out, she was overjoyed and agreed to all of Austin's unreasonable demands.

I never imagined that the woman my mother and I spoiled day after day was carrying not my child, but the child of Andersonthe man I hated most.

Just because this scumbag worked at the same company as me and constantly made things difficult for me.

If it weren't for Austin's sake, I would have castrated him long ago.

Now she had a child with the man I hated most. How could I bear this?

My mother even died in the hospital because of this.

This humiliation was like being stripped naked and judged by the whole world.

As I picked up my phone to message my boss requesting leave, I saw that Anderson had updated his Twitter.

He was holding Austin on his lap, and Austin was holding the baby. The family of three had their heads together in an intimate photo.

"I'm finally a father. After living for decades, this is my happiest and most joyful moment."

The comments below weren't congratulations, but questions.

"This... this is so dramatic??"

"The woman you're holding looks like James's wife!"

"Don't say that, maybe she's a twin."

"But I remember James saying his wife was an only child, not a twin."

I smiled bitterly and left a comment: "You guessed right, he's holding my wife."

Right after I posted the comment, the woman who had hung up on me called again.

"James, why did you leave that comment on Anderson's Twitter? Couldn't you say I was your wife's twin sister?"

"Do you really enjoy announcing to everyone that your wife cheated?"

"Aren't you afraid they'll mock you?"

"Because of your comment, Anderson is being criticized by his colleagues now. Are you happy?"

Every word was in defense of Anderson. Not a single word of guilt or apology to me.

In that instant, my heart, wrapped in sorrow, became as calm as stagnant water.

My mother's death had shown me clearly.

My tone was light with sarcasm: "So you are afraid that acquaintances will know you're morally corrupt, having a child for someone else without even divorcing first."

Austin's volume instantly shot up: "James, how am I morally corrupt?"

"Anderson injured himself down there trying to save me. Shouldn't I give him a child in return?"

"After hearing your heartless words, I think you and your mother are the ones without morals."

"If you mind that I had a child for someone else, then let's get divorced!"

In front of my mother's cold corpse, I smiled coldly and nodded: "Then let's divorce!"

Austin froze for a long time. She couldn't believe that I, who had always loved her like life itself, would agree to divorce.

Suddenly, Anderson's voice came from nearby.

"Austin, help me apply some medicine. I can't reach my back."

This was how Austin was. Whenever it concerned Anderson, she would leave me in the cold and forget we were even on a call.

"There, done. Does it still hurt?"

"That doesn't hurt anymore, but I have somewhere else that hurts. You look so sexy in this nightgown."

"Anderson, don't. I'm still in postpartum recovery."

I heard both of them breathing heavily. The ambiguous atmosphere was palpable even without being there in person.

"Austin, I really miss the time we spent together. I can't forget your body either."

"Now that we have a child, won't you divorce him for the child's sake..."

"Anderson, I won't divorce James."

"There won't be a second man in this world who loves me like he does."

"I know he's still angry right now and won't accept it for a while, but after I finish postpartum recovery, I'll go home."

I said nothing and just hung up the phone.

She said it was artificial insemination, but that was another lie. She was running off to have sex with Anderson every night under the excuse of working overtime.

I prepared to stand up when my phone received a message from Anderson.

"Did you hear that just now?"

"Pathetic loser, do you know how I slept with her?"

"While you were working overtime outside, I held her and kissed her in the bathroom."

"We've left our marks in the office, in your bed, even in your car."

"Remember that day at the supermarket buying condoms? There was only one box left and you let me have it. I used it that very night to sleep with your wife."

I was so angry I turned off my phone, both hands clenched into fists. Just as I was about to break down, I remembered I couldn't lose control in front of my mother. If her soul was beside me, how heartbroken would she be?

Fighting through the unbearable pain, I sent my mother's body to the crematorium.

I took her ashes back to our hometown and chose an auspicious day to bury my mother.

After finishing these matters, I stayed in my hometown for a month.

When I returned to the city, I found the house still looked exactly as it had when I left. She hadn't come back even once, nor had she called.

Her heart and her person were with Anderson and his son.

I contacted a lawyer and asked him to help me draft divorce papers.

When she came back, I would file for divorce. After putting down my phone, I sighed.

Going back to the company tomorrow, there would surely be plenty of gossip about me.

Just as I stepped into the company, my colleagues saw me and enthusiastically greeted me at first, then all bowed their heads in hushed discussion about me.

I knew I couldn't escape the mockery behind my back, so I walked in expressionlessly.

"Ugh! If I were James, I'd definitely beat up that pair of cheaters."

"He doesn't dare. The company is owned by Anderson's uncle. Jobs are hard to find now. If he really hit Anderson, he'd lose his job too."

"Does that mean he has to just take this humiliation, watching his wife get screwed by someone else and raising another man's child?"

"What else can he do? Poor people have no right to oppose rich people."

Various embarrassing voices reached my ears, making them ache.

The entire company knew that my sworn enemy had slept with my wife and had a child with her.

Suddenly, the discussion stopped.

Because across the hallway, Anderson stood there holding a coffee.

The moment our eyes met, he saw intense hatred in mine.

All my colleagues held their breath, staring intently at the two of us.

"Are they going to fight?"

"Quick, call security up here."

Afraid I would retaliate, Anderson pulled out a small fruit knife from his pocket.

I stared at him impassively and walked forward.

As I passed alongside him, he smirked coldly: "Right after her postpartum recovery ended, she played with me for a day and night."

I stopped walking. Anderson raised the fruit knife a bit higher.

I knew he was trying to provoke me into attacking first, so he could claim self-defense while stabbing me, then rightfully have me arrested.

The security guards rushed in too. Such a big fussthey really underestimated me.

"James, you took a month off, causing your group's performance to decline."

"If you still want to work here, come to my office later to get the files and complete them."

I had thought about resigning, but the people in my group were all my good friends.

My month-long absence had caused them to be constantly criticized. Even if I was leaving, I had to help them achieve results and get promoted first.

Seeing I had no intention of fighting back, Anderson relaxed and sneered mockingly: "What an obedient dog. Knowing those colleagues are indebted to you, you'll stay here feeling wronged."

The implication was that if I quit, he would fire my colleagues.

They had elderly parents and young children to support. I couldn't bear that responsibility.

Back at my desk, my colleagues gathered around.

"James, let's all just resign together! We don't need to take his humiliation."

"Right, don't be sad. A woman like that isn't worth keeping anyway."

I stopped what I was doing and looked at them calmly: "I'm single now, I'm not afraid. But you're different from me."

"Before I leave, I'll help you out."

Putting on my work badge, Anderson's person came over to urge me: "James, Director Anderson is urging you to hurry up and get the documents to process."

When I arrived outside Anderson's office, through the half-open door, I saw with my own eyes Austin sitting on the desk, her legs wrapped around his waist.

In that moment, my mind went completely blank.

I realized Anderson had deliberately lured me over to witness how he was having sex with my wife.

I kicked the door open with one foot and walked in coldly.

Austin, still lost in passion, roared furiously: "Who is it!"

"Not even knocking before"

The rest of her words went unfinished as her eyes widened larger than lanterns.

They were still entangled together in an ambiguous, explicit position. What they were doing was self-evident.

"James?"

She hurriedly jumped away from Anderson's body and out of his embrace.

Frantically pulling down her skirt, scrambling to pick up the stockings Anderson had torn to shreds.

As she picked them up, she suddenly stopped her frantic movements, breathing rapidly as she stood up straight, her eyes darting away as she looked at me.

"James, let me explain."

"It's not what you think."

"I told him that after my postpartum recovery ended, I wouldn't see him anymore. I was going back to my family."

"Anderson asked me for one last"

"Director Anderson, I'm here to collect the documents."

I didn't look at the flustered woman, but coldly at Anderson, whose face was smeared with lipstick.

He stood up with a contemptuous, disdainful smile, zipped up his pants, and then handed me a stack of documents.

I took the documents and left without saying a single word to Austin the entire time.

Because shouting was useless, and talking to her would only exhaust my emotions.

A dirty woman should just be discarded.

Austin watched my back, a feeling of unease creeping up in her heart.

At lunch, she came to find me to eat, and I treated her like she was invisible.

Wherever I went, she followed. Unable to bear my cold treatment any longer, she broke down.

"James, can we talk?"

"Fine. I'll send you the divorce papers later, and we should sit down and have a proper talk then."

Everyone in the company looked at us with strange eyes. I didn't care anymore.

Austin, however, lost control.

Just then, our supervisor notified us of an emergency meeting.

"Whoever can close the deal with FLY Company will receive a two hundred thousand dollar bonus."

"Plus a promotion and raise."

The supervisor looked at me: "James, especially your group. Because you took a month off, your group's performance tanked."

"Upper management said they're planning to fire you all."

"So take this opportunity to make up for it!"

I was alone now and not afraid of losing my job, but those colleagues absolutely couldn't lose their jobs because of me.

From then on, I threw myself into work frantically, working overtime until late at night, drinking coffee until my stomach hurt.

Outside, thousands of lights illuminated the night, but not a single one was lit for me.

Austin had gone home. She couldn't stand my cold treatment anymore.

I worked overtime partly for my colleagues, and partly to avoid her.

Finally, after completing a project proposal I was satisfied with, I arranged to meet with the potential partners.

They deliberately made things difficult for me, forcing me to drink until I nearly died in the private room.

"James, why are you working so hard you'd risk your life? I'm really impressed."

"I'm very satisfied with the project plan. We'll come over to discuss the rest."

However, the next day when I woke up and returned to the company, I heard the supervisor praising Anderson.

"Not bad, the partners are very satisfied with this proposal. I didn't expect you to be smarter than James."

Smarter than me? Anderson hadn't participated at all!

When I walked closer to look, the content on that proposal was identical to mine.

My brain exploded. Anderson had stolen my proposal and claimed it as his own.

But the only person who knew my computer password was Austin.

I glared at her with bloodshot eyes. She guiltily looked away.

I couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward: "This proposal was done by me. When did it become his?"

"Austin, why are you doing this to me?"

To them, my rage was just a madman venting emotions.

"James, you can't produce results and still have the nerve to make a scene? Your whole group just wait to be fired!"

No one believed me. Had I once again helped him get promoted and a raise? After the supervisor left, Anderson had his assistant bring cake and wine to celebrate.

The anger in my heart kept burning, but Anderson smirked and handed me the wine.

"The proposal was indeed yours. Austin helped me steal it."

"This kind of thing has happened plenty of times before."

"Every solution you came up withdidn't Austin reject it? She deliberately rejected them to stop you from implementing them, then told me the solutions so I could implement them and get promoted and raises."

"Your former boss knew this, which is why she wanted to transfer you to a branch office in a high position, away from me. But you were stupid and stayed to work for me for Austin's sake."

"Your group is in big trouble now."

I was so angry my face turned red, the rage in my chest wouldn't dissipate.

Before I could strike, Anderson smashed the cake in my face and poured red wine from my head down to my feet.

"Pathetic loser, you dare try to hit me..."

In that moment, I lost control of my emotions.

I found a fruit knife on the table and stabbed it toward Anderson...