Part 1My Unborn Son's Secret

My husband wasn’t just bankrupt, he was cheating—the cheap, sordid kind. I’d had enough.

The moment he walked through the door, coated in the dust and exhaustion of a day on a construction site, I let the words hang in the air between us, cold and sharp. “I want a divorce.”

Leo stared at me for a moment, the fatigue on his face settling into a kind of calm resolve. “Okay,” he nodded, his voice flat. “I’ll take a half-day tomorrow. We can file the papers.”

And just then, a strange, childlike voice echoed in my mind.

Oh, my clueless mommy. Dad didn't cheat. And he's about to make a huge comeback. This is all a trap set by the Transmigrator. She wants you to divorce him so she can swoop in.

After the divorce, you get scammed out of your money and your dignity, and you end up dead on the street. Two bodies, one grave. Meanwhile, she helps Dad through the hard times, becomes the enviable Mrs. Archer, and gets spoiled by him for the rest of her life.

I waited in line for decades for a chance to be born, and I fought like hell to be reborn this one time. For the love of God, Mom, get your act together!

The voice faded. The shock hit me like a physical blow, and a raw sob tore from my throat.

“You don’t love me at all!” I wailed, the accusation tasting like ash in my mouth. “I say divorce and you just agree? You don’t even try to stop me? You bastard!”

* * *

Leo, who had probably never witnessed such a shameless, whiplash-inducing reversal, just stood there, stunned. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice laced with weary resignation.

“You don’t have to worry. You can have whatever money we have left. I won’t let you take on any of my debt.”

He wasn’t taking the bait. I wiped at my non-existent tears, my voice full of righteous anger. “The only reason I want a divorce is because you cheated!”

The weariness in his expression deepened. “If you want out, just say it. I won’t drag this on. You don’t have to make up excuses.”

A knot of panic tightened in my stomach. If I didn’t handle this perfectly, right now, it would become a thorn between us forever. A permanent splinter that would seriously impact how much money he’d be willing to… spend on me in the future.

“I have proof!” I scrambled for my phone, ready to show him the video a stranger had sent me—of him at a seedy massage parlor.

But when I opened the message thread, the video was gone. It had simply vanished.

“Huh? Where did it go?”

I looked up, my eyes wide with a frantic, helpless energy. “I’m not lying, Leo. Someone really sent me a video of you… getting a happy ending!”

Leo’s brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent. I couldn’t read his expression, which only fueled my panic.

“I don’t care if you believe me or not,” I declared, my voice shaking. “I’m not getting a divorce!”

At least, not right now. If we were going to split, it would be after he made his comeback, and I could walk away with a very comfortable settlement.

Leo’s face was still a mask. He started toward the bathroom, his voice devoid of emotion. “Whatever you want. I’ll be ready whenever you change your mind again.”

I knew he was angry with me now. I stomped my foot in frustration. The… baby in my belly was just as agitated.

An old saying goes, ‘A harsh word is like a winter wind in June.’ Dad’s heart must be completely frozen over. We’re screwed!

But Dad is loyal. As long as Mom shamelessly refuses to leave, his personality won't let him force a divorce.

The biggest problem is still that Transmigrator. If Mom and Dad don’t split up, she’ll definitely keep making trouble. That witch!

Transmigrator? Who is she?

I was about to whisper the question out loud, but then I felt a mental yawn from my unborn son.

So sleepy… time for a nap…

And just like that, he was gone.