Part 1The DNA of Love

My "perfect" husband started acting weird the moment my ex-boyfriend came back to town.

Then, I found his diary:

What do I do? That jerk is back! Will they get back together? After all, he’s the kid's biological father!

No, she’s responsible! She wouldn't just abandon me!

But they are the real family! Waaaaah, what do I do? I’m losing my wife and kid! I don’t want to live anymore!

I exploded. "You can eat whatever you want, but don't go putting imaginary green hats on your head!"

My husband, eyes red and full of humiliation, whispered, "You and I both have double eyelids. Our son has monolids. Isn't that from his biological father?"

I went feral. "I GOT SURGERY, OKAY?! I’m confessing! Is getting double eyelid surgery a crime?! Did it eat your rice?!"

"..."

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My ex, Alex, is back.

He’s been abroad for years, making a name for himself. Now he's a big shot, and our mutual friends are throwing a welcome back party.

I was invited.

At first, I said no.

My son, Leo, has a charity sale at his preschool this Friday, and I was busy making display boards.

But my friends kept calling.

"Come on, come on! You've been a stay-at-home mom for years. Come out and see the gang!"

I sighed. "I'm really busy lately!"

Being a working mom is exhausting. Even with a husband who helps, raising a kid is no joke.

A friend teased, "Are you afraid of old flames reigniting? Is that why you don't want to see Alex?"

What kind of talk is that?

That's ancient history.

My hands were full, so I had the phone on speaker.

To avoid them saying more embarrassing things, I just agreed. "Fine, fine. See you tomorrow."

After hanging up, I heard a crisp crack.

I turned around. My husband, Ethan, had crushed a glass in his hand, expressionless.

"?!"