When the Remaining Warmth of Love Fades
Language: en
Peter brought home a little boy after getting me a late-night snack during my morning sickness. With a playful look, he asked if I thought it was his secret love child. Seeing my stunned face, he laughed softly and stroked my cheek. "We’ve been married for years, love. You’re the only one I want to be a father for." He explained he found the boy on the street, clinging to him, and would return him in the morning—just in time for my ultrasound. I nodded. But at the clinic the next day, my calls went unanswered. Then I spotted him across the hall, holding a pale woman, his voice heavy with…