My Wife Had a Baby with Another Man, So I Got Remarried

Andrea got drunk one night and ended up pregnant with an intern’s child. By the time I found out, she was already three months along. She knelt before me, her face full of guilt, and begged, “Peter, I’m sorry. I drank too much that night during the business dinner and mistook him for you. I swear, it only happened once!” “Please don’t be angry. Don’t worry. I’ll abort the baby right away and send that man overseas. I won’t let him dirty your sight again.” After ten years of loving Andrea, I believed her. Six months later, I returned from a business trip and went to the hospital for a check-up—only to catch sight of the intern holding a heavily pregnant Andrea. When she saw me, she instinctively shielded him behind her and said, “Peter… he’s still young, and I took his virginity that night… I have to take responsibility.” “I may not be able to give him a proper title, but at least I want our baby to stay with him. For the sake of our years together, please don’t make things hard for him, okay?” At that moment, as I looked at the woman I’d loved for a decade, for the first time—I felt nothing but disgust. So I didn’t shout or cry. I just calmly replied, “Alright.” Then I turned around and canceled the IVF procedure I had scheduled. While waiting in line, I dialed a long-abandoned number. “I’m ready for a new wife. Are you in?”