Part 3My Wife’s Affair Baby Lived in My House

Judson's voice carried into the living room. Everyone froze.

Andrew and Eve's faces first flashed with disbelief, then were overtaken by enormous joy.

"Judson? Really?"

Doman was even more excited, her eyes reddening. She unconsciously walked a few steps toward the door.

Judson entered, first holding Eve's hand and saying gently:

"Mom, I'm back."

His gaze swept across the room. When he saw me, the smile at the corner of his mouth stiffened.

"Samuel, you're here too."

I forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

Seven years. Judson seemed not to have changed at all, except for a bit more gentleness in his expression.

Did he know Doman had given birth to his child?

Just as I was thinking this, the bedroom door suddenly pushed open.

Jones, hearing the sound, ran out.

The moment she saw Judson, her eyes lit up. Like a little butterfly, she flew into his arms.

"Daddy! You're finally here! I missed you so much!"

Judson quickly held the child in his arms, the affection in his eyes overflowing.

"I missed you too."

Jones wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at Doman, saying in a sweet voice:

"Mommy missed you too. She looks at your photos every day."

Hearing this, Judson looked up at Doman, his gaze tender as water.

Watching their happy family of three, I felt cold all over. Finally, I just laughed in anger.

So they had known all along.

Only I, like a fool, had been kept in the dark for seven whole years.

I looked at Judson, my voice cold as ice.

"Don't you owe me an explanation?"

I stared at him hard, asking word by word:

"Didn't you say you would never appear in front of me again?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the smile on Judson's face froze.

He handed the child to Eve and looked at me, struggling to speak:

"Samuel, I'm sorry, I..."

"Enough!"

Before he could finish, Doman sharply interrupted.

She quickly walked to Judson's side and glared at me:

"Samuel, Judson finally came back. Are you going to drive him away again?!"

Andrew and Eve also snapped out of it and immediately glowered at me.

"Samuel, Judson has been gone for seven years. What more do you want?"

"Exactly! This is our home. If anyone should leave, it's you!"

Jones also broke free from Eve's embrace, rushed over, and pushed me hard, screaming:

"You're a bad person! Don't bully my daddy!"

I looked at their united front, looked at Doman's undisguised disgust toward me. The last trace of warmth in my heart was completely crushed.

"Fine, fine... I'll leave!"

Eyes red, I slammed the door and left.

Leaving Andrew's house, I drove toward the hospital.

While waiting at a red light, I scrolled to Doman's Twitter. It was a photo of their family of three.

Judson holding Jones, Doman leaning against him, smiling radiantly.

The caption read: [A happy family]

I laughed, liked it, and left a comment under that post:

[Brother becomes lover, sister becomes daughter. Quite happy indeed.]

Less than a minute after posting the comment, Doman's call came through.

As soon as I answered, her angry accusations came pouring out:

"Samuel, what do you mean?! Delete that comment right now!"

I laughed coldly:

"Isn't what I said the truth?"

"You!" She was furious. "Fine! You'll regret this!"

With that, she hung up.

I tossed my phone to the passenger seat and floored the gas pedal.

When I reached the hospital and went upstairs, I saw several nurses rushing a hospital bed toward the emergency room.

And lying on the bed was my dad.

I froze, my brain going blank.

After coming to my senses, I frantically called Doman.

"What did you do?!"