The Assistant’s Child and My Wife’s Lie

One month after our wedding, my wife got drunk and slept with her male assistant. Later, she brought him to our home, tied him up and made him kneel before me. He kept apologizing even bowed down to me until his head was bleeding. I thought she was truly remorseful. My heart softened. I chose to forgive her. But at the company’s anniversary celebration, in front of hundreds of guests, my wife made an announcement that shattered whatever was left of us. “I’m pregnant with Andrew Watson’s child,” she said with a radiant smile. “And this child will be the heir to the Gruman group.” After the banquet, she knelt before me once again and confessed, her voice trembling. “Mike Andrew is an orphan… and he’s just been diagnosed with cancer. This child is his only blood relative. I couldn’t bear to…” She reached for my hand, eyes pleading. “Don’t worry—he doesn’t want formal recognition. The baby can carry your name. He’ll only visit from time to time.” I looked at her, hollowed out. “And then?” She hesitated, then spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Andrew has been anxious and scared. He wants me to stay with him every day… You understand, right?” “Of course,” I replied blankly. “I’ll visit you on weekends. Once the baby’s born, we’ll sort things out.” Kate Gruman’s expression softened into a smile. She leaned in and brushed her cold lips against my cheek. “Mike, I knew you’d understand.” She picked up her luggage and walked out the door without another word. I took off my wedding ring and dialed a number. “Hi, old classmate, she’s divorced and abandoned now. Do you still want her?”