Part 1My Closeted Husband Thinks My IVF Baby Is An Affair

On the rainy night my husband ran away with his boyfriend, I received a pregnancy notification from the clinic.

My father-in-law, Arthur, dragged him back in a fury, forcing him to get down on his knees and beg for my forgiveness.

"Chloe, I’m so sorry. I was just blind and confused."

"Please, think of our baby and forgive me."

I didn’t even bother to look at him. I just threw out one casual sentence that blew the entire house to pieces.

"The baby isn’t even yours. What exactly are you apologizing for?"

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My husband was cheating on me.

I knew the old saying—people would excuse it as "just a mistake any man would make."

But this particular mistake? It was absolutely eyesearing.

The moment I used the hotel key card to open the door and caught Ethan in the act, a pale, fragile-looking, naked man crawled out from under his bedsheet. His skin was covered in unmistakable pink marks.

Ethan sat up in bed, looking utterly embarrassed. He glanced at the man, then at me, looking completely flustered.

"Chloe... what are you doing here?"

I crossed my arms and sneered at him and his male mistress.

"What am I doing here? I came to watch the show, of course!"

When my best friend, Maya, texted me saying she saw my husband checking into a hotel alone, I never in a million years expected his cheating partner to be a man.

We had been married for three years, and our relationship had always been lukewarm, let alone having any kids.

I had wanted a baby of our own so badly. But the weird thing was, Ethan never wanted to touch me.

I used to constantly doubt my own attractiveness. I worked out, dieted, and stayed in shape, but none of it worked.

And now I realized I had been wasting my time. Ethan was into men. I had spent three years being a beard for a closeted man!

"Don't get the wrong idea... we're just co-workers. We had too much to drink last night and just shared a bed."

Co-workers? What kind of co-workers sleep naked in the same bed?

Furious, I took a step forward. My hand flew up, wanting to slap them, but I didn't even know who to hit first.

Seeing my angry glare, the fragile young man’s eyes turned red. He bit his lower lip, clung tightly to my husband’s arm, and shrank behind him like a helpless puppy.

"Ethan, your wife is so scary... I'm frightened..."

"You knew he was married, and yet you still had the nerve to climb into his bed?"

I held back my rage, clinging to my last shred of sanity.

Ethan avoided my gaze guiltily, but his silence only made the male mistress bolder.

"Hmph, you’re just his legal spouse."

"In a relationship, the one who isn't loved is the real intruder!"

The guy was sharp-tongued, but the way he clung to my husband like a spineless leech made my stomach turn. My stomach churned so hard that I ran out of the room to throw up.

When I walked back to the doorway a moment later, Ethan hadn't pushed him away. Instead, he was gently stroking the man's hair.

"It's fine. Chloe isn't the type to make a scene."

"As long as I apologize properly, she won't tell anyone about this."

"Would you leave me for your wife?" the young man asked, tears welling in his eyes.

"I have to stay with her so our relationship can remain safe, you silly boy," Ethan cooed, playfully pinching the man’s nose.

For three years, I had been the perfect, elegant, and supportive wife. We had treated each other with respect. In the eyes of outsiders, we were a model couple.

But in his heart, I was just a trophy tool to show off. A "roommate" he didn't love, used to cover up his secret relationship with his male darling!

The fact that Ethan cheated on me with a man made me both furious and disgusted.

No matter what, I was going to tell his parents. I wanted them to see exactly what kind of filthy things their pride-and-joy son was doing behind their backs.