Part 3My Husband’s Lingering Obsession

Less than half an hour later, Marcus's parents arrived.

They exchanged a look, and then, as if they’d planned it, they each grabbed one of my arms and started pulling me toward the door.

"Sophia, we knew about this. Just drop it," my father-in-law said.

"Your only job right now is to take care of yourself and give our family a grandson. Don't worry about anything else, you hear me?" my mother-in-law added.

The absurdity of it all made me laugh. This family of self-righteous hypocrites was disgusting.

"Let go of me, or I'm getting rid of this baby."

That made them release me.

My mother-in-law adopted a patronizing tone. "Sophia, dear, we paid for this house. We just saw how hard it was for them, a mother and daughter all alone. Don't overthink it."

"Marcus was Claire's mentor. Isn't it natural for him to help his mentee with her living situation?"

I turned to Claire and gave her my ultimatum.

"You have three days to return the five hundred thousand dollars for the house, plus the other eighty thousand he transferred to you over the years. Or I'll see you in court."

His parents immediately jumped to her defense.

"Sophia, you come back here! Our son gave her that house, it has nothing to do with you! What right do you have to take it back?"

"Just because our son is dead, you think you can call the shots? Don't think that baby in your belly makes you the queen!"

My voice was calm as I delivered the final blow. "I have proof that Marcus was having an affair with Claire Han."

"Every penny Marcus spent on her was marital property. Do you think I can't get it back?"

"Claire," I said, my eyes locking onto hers, "surely you know the basics. The law doesn't protect mistresses."

Claire’s face was pale as she bit her lip, unable to say a word.

I turned and walked away, leaving Marcus screaming in my head.

I really underestimated this bitch! God damn it, just wait until I'm born! I'll make you pay!

Vile whore! I make good money, what's wrong with supporting another woman? Every man cheats!

You take back the house and make Claire and our daughter sleep on the street? You're a monster!

I ignored him and kept walking.

As I got in my car, Marcus suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

Good thing I already got that DNA test done with Claire’s kid. All she has to do is open my safe deposit box. The test will prove the kid is mine and entitle her to half my estate.

Even if she takes the house and the money, Claire and our daughter will be fine.

My hand froze on the ignition. The tears I had been holding back finally fell.

No wonder his parents defended her. Her daughter was Marcus's.

And the cruelest joke of all? I'm a senior obstetrician at the local hospital.

I was the one who delivered Claire's daughter.

Those two bastards deserved to burn in hell.