Part 1My Robot Husband Got A Student Pregnant

The student I'd sponsored for three years wanted a summer job, so I casually arranged for her to work at my husband's company.

A few months later, she burst into my office, heavily pregnant, tears streaming down her face as she confronted me:

"I always knew you didn't have good intentions when you sponsored me!"

"Now I'm carrying Julian's baby, and he's suddenly vanished. Are you hiding him?"

Her brother, looking absolutely furious, pointed a finger in my face and yelled:

"If it weren't for your fake kindness, how would my sister have met such a scumbag?"

"He knocked her up and thinks he can just ditch her? No way!"

"Either pay up, or you get a divorce and she becomes Mrs. Vance. Your call!"

The news spread like wildfire, and the online comments were brutal.

Everyone called me a pimp, saying I used the guise of charity to find a mistress for my husband.

But I just smiled.

If she actually managed to get pregnant with my husband's child, I'd have to patent that.

I was grading papers when an enraged man slammed open my office door.

"Where's your husband?! Are you hiding him?"

"He got my sister pregnant and thinks he can just walk away? Dream on!"

Lily Foster stood behind him, clutching her stomach, her eyes red-rimmed. A girl live-streaming on her phone was with them.

I frowned.

"Lily, what are you doing here?"

Lily's voice was choked with tears. "Ms. Miller, I'm desperate. Julian has gone completely radio silent, I can't find him..."

"And I have a delicate condition; the doctor said a termination would be too risky..."

I leaned back in my chair, watching her calmly.

"So? What kind of 'explanation' are you looking for today?"

Derek Foster sneered. "Two options! Either Julian marries my sister, or you pay! My sister is a Harvard graduate, and your animal of a husband ruined her whole life!"

The girl holding the phone immediately chimed in. "And this is Ms. Miller, a supposed educator! Using the pretense of sponsoring a struggling student to pimp her out to her own husband! Lily is so pathetic; she finally managed to escape her impoverished background through sheer academic talent, only to fall into an even worse trap!"

The live chat exploded:

'Seriously? This teacher looks so prim and proper, can't believe she's such a monster!'

'Right? The girl looks barely out of her teens, her life is over!'

A crowd of curious students had gathered at the office door, their chatter growing louder.

I stood up, walked to the water cooler, poured myself a cup of water, and took a sip.

"Are you done talking?"

Derek was furious. "What's with your attitude?! My sister is carrying your husband's child!"

"Impossible," I tossed the paper cup into the trash. "The child in her belly is absolutely not my husband's."

Lily's eyes immediately reddened again. "Ms. Miller, I know this is hard for you to accept, but it's true! That night, Julian got me drunk, and when I woke up... he said he truly liked me..."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "Julian told you himself that he liked you?"

Lily nodded vigorously, pulling a stack of photos from her bag. "These are the proof, Ms. Miller, may God strike me down if I'm lying!"

I glanced at the photos.

The angles were strategic, but you could clearly see Julian's profile and Lily snuggled up beside him.

The hotel security footage screenshot was clear, showing a specific night three months ago.

"The photos are real," I said.

Derek immediately looked triumphant. "Admit it, then! I told you..."

"But the child isn't my husband's," I cut him off. "Lily, you and your people leave now, and I'll pretend today never happened. If you continue to cause a scene, I'm calling the police."