My Wife Came Home Pregnant After Her Vacation — Then I Discovered Why She Expected Me to Raise Another Man’s Child
Chapter 2
I barely slept.
At three in the morning, I was still staring at the ceiling.
Claire was beside me.
Sleeping peacefully.
I opened my phone.
Then I did something I never thought I would do.
I checked our shared calendar.
Our last intimate night before her vacation had been eighteen days earlier.
That was already outside the doctor’s estimated conception window.
I knew dates could be uncertain.
But the problem wasn’t only the pregnancy.
It was Claire’s behavior.
She had become protective of her phone.
She took it into the bathroom.
Changed her password.
Turned off message previews.
And when I entered the room, she sometimes stopped typing.
I asked her about it.
“Who’s texting you?”
“No one.”
“Claire.”
“It’s work.”
She smiled.
“You’re being paranoid.”
Maybe I was.
Then she started talking about the future.
Not our future.
Her future.
She asked what would happen if the baby needed special care.
Whether I could put my company into a trust.
Whether our house would go into the child’s name.
The questions were strange.
I answered none of them.
One evening, she placed a document on the kitchen table.
“What is this?”
“A financial protection agreement.”
“For the baby?”
“For us.”
I read the first page.
It proposed transferring a large percentage of my assets into a family trust controlled by Claire.
I looked at her.
“Why would we do this now?”
“Because we’re becoming parents.”
“Parents?”
She smiled.
“Yes.”
Something about the way she said it bothered me.
I asked:
“Why aren’t you asking for a paternity test?”
Her face changed.
“Excuse me?”
“If we’re having a child, we should both be certain.”
She stood.
“Are you accusing me?”
“I’m asking a reasonable question.”
“You don’t trust me.”
“I want the truth.”
She looked at me for several seconds.
Then she said something I’ll never forget.
“If you don’t trust me, maybe you shouldn’t be the baby’s father.”
The sentence sounded less like sadness.
More like a threat.
That night, I decided to stop asking questions.
I would find the answers myself.
