Part 2The Husband I Never Knew

Just as I hung up the phone, a housekeeper, Mrs. Davidson, knocked on the door, cautiously asking if I was feeling better and if I wanted something to eat.

Looks like my never-before-seen husband was quite wealthy.

I nodded, and soon a spread of exquisite dishes was laid out before me.

I never imagined that ten years from now, I'd be living the life I'd always dreamed of.

I tentatively tried to pry for information about my "husband."

Mrs. Davidson looked a little surprised, only saying that my husband was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back until next month.

That was good news. By the time he returned, I'd probably have adapted to the situation.

I immediately grabbed my forks and devoured everything.

And I gotta say, it was all my favorite food.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the little boy peeking in from outside the door.

Realizing this might be my son, my eyes lit up. I waved him over. "Hey kid, come here."

He flinched, then timidly walked to the side of the bed.

Why did this kid seem a little scared of me?

Had I become some rich guy's stepmom, perhaps?

I scratched my head, trying my best to sound friendly. "Hi sweetie, what's your name? How old are you?"

His chubby little face crumpled in a pout, looking utterly heartbroken that his own mom wouldn't remember his name.

"I'm Leo Evans! But everybody calls me Leo. And I'm four and a HALF!"

Evans? So I guess my 'male god' and I never made it to the altar after all.

I continued to ask, "Leo, let me quiz you. What's your daddy's name?"

"My daddy's name is..."

"Leo! There you are. Time to go downstairs for your lessons. Don't disturb madam's rest."

Suddenly, Mrs. Davidson appeared at the door, cutting off Leo's answer.

"Madam, I’m sorry. I wasn't watching Leo closely enough. I'll take him downstairs now."

Mrs. Davidson nervously came over and led Leo away.

I was a bit confused by the situation and could only nod.

Ever since I woke up, Mrs. Davidson's attitude had been strange, as if I were some kind of monster.

Since I couldn't get my husband's name, I decided to look for clues myself.

The bedroom was luxuriously decorated, but there were no wedding photos, nor any signs of another person living there.

Was this one of those phantom husbands who only sends money and never shows up?