I Stumbled Upon My Husband's Other Wife and Child novel
Two days later, I received a message from the hospital thanking Vincent for donating a kidney to a girl.
My fingers trembled as I dialed Vincent's number. "Did the hospital make a mistake? They said you donated a kidney."
An impatient voice came from the other end of the line. "What nonsense? I just donated blood, the hospital made a mistake. Just delete the message."
I replied softly, "Okay, I understand."
After hanging up, I immediately called the hospital. "Hello, Im a family member of the donor Vincent Watkins. Id like to know about his post-surgery recovery and the recipients condition."
The nurse on the other end paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, youre a relative of Mr. Watkins?"
"His physical condition is excellent, and hes recovering very well."
The nurse's voice was enthusiastic, every word like a knife stabbing into my heart.
I asked with a trembling voice, "And what about the child?"
The nurse said, "Lucia Watkins? Her surgery was very successful, and shes still under observation in the ICU."
"Thanks to her dad, truly great fatherly love."
"For the child, he's even willing to give a kidney."
I felt the world spinning and could barely stand.
I couldn't believe it and thought, "Fatherly love? Vincent is Lucia's dad?"
I struggled to speak, "Nurse, are you sure Vincent is Lucia's dad?"
The nurse said, "Yes, Lucia's mom said it herself."
"She even showed us the documents, otherwise the hospital ethics review wouldn't have approved it."
"Don't worry, their family is doing well now."
Hearing her words, my vision went dark, and the phone slipped from my hand, falling to the ground.
So, I was the outsider all along.
I took a day off and took a cab to the hospital.
I arrived at the inpatient kidney transplant department.
I stood outside a VIP ward, looking inside through the glass window on the door.
Vincent was wearing a hospital gown, weakly leaning on the bed.
A stranger was feeding him.
The woman had long hair draped over her shoulders, with gentle eyes and brows.
Vincent looked at her with tenderness and affection I had never seen in our five years of marriage.
I recognized that woman.
She is Amelia West, Vincent's ex-girlfriend.
Back then, Vincent told me they broke up because his parents disapproved.
I looked at the watch on Amelia's wrist.
It was the one I stared at for a long time last year on my birthday at the mall, but Vincent pulled me away without buying it for me.
He said, "This watch is too expensive, its worth three months of our living expenses. Well buy it later."
Turns out, it wasnt that he thought it was too expensive, he just couldnt bear to buy it for me.
My heart has grown numb from the pain.
I didnt rush in.
I just quietly watched them until my eyes stung, then turned and left.
Two months later, Vincent "returned from a business trip."
As soon as he walked in, he wore a gloomy face and threw his briefcase heavily onto the sofa.
He questioned, "Aurora, why didnt you go to work today?"
"Are you trying to slack off? Do you think it's easy for me to earn money and support the family alone?"
I lowered my head and lied, saying I wasn't feeling well.
He let out a cold snort and didn't press further.
But from that day on, household expenses started to be gradually cut.
He said his mom's back hasn't been well lately, and they've spent quite a bit on her treatment back home.
He said his dad's rheumatism flared up again and they needed to buy an imported massage chair.
Household expenses must be halved.
The food for our three meals was also halved.
My daughter Anna Watkins looked at the greens on her plate and softly said, "Mom, I want to eat strawberries."
Vincent heard it.
He slammed the table, knocking the plate to the ground.
"All you think about is eating all day!" he roared at a three-year-old child, "You have no idea how to understand adults! Lucia is seriously ill and not as picky as you!"
After yelling, he froze.
The living room fell into dead silence.
I looked up, stared at him coldly, and asked, "Who is Lucia?"
Vincent's face instantly turned pale.
His eyes darted away, avoiding my gaze.
"Nothing," he stammered, "just a distant relative's kid, also sick, quite pitiful. I just mentioned it casually, don't ask more."
He hurriedly finished his meal, made an excuse about work, and quickly got up to leave.
Watching his fleeing figure, a cold smile curled at the corner of my lips.
I thought, "A distant relative? So pitiful that they need you to donate a kidney?"
I started quietly gathering evidence.
I made an excuse about managing finances and asked him to show me the "family emergency fund" account.
It held all our savings from five years of marriage, about over $500,000.
At first, he refused, but after I kept pushing, he reluctantly handed me his phone.
I opened the bank transactions, and my heart sank bit by bit.
Every so often, there was a large expense0-00,000, $30,000, $50,000.
The recipient's name was all Amelia.
The notes all said living expenses, rent, supplements.
The most recent transfer was $200,000 for Lucia's surgery.
Turns out, all the money we saved by scrimping and saving went to Amelia and her daughter.
I handed the phone back to him, looking calm.
He didn't notice anything unusual.
I found Amelia's Instagram and started scrolling through her posts.
Her life is indeed quite comfortable.
One of her posts showed various supplements with the caption: [Thanks to my husband, enduring all the hardships for me and our daughter.]
Another post of hers featured designer bags with the caption: [My husband's love is never late.]
The location of her post is right in our city.
Every post feels like a sharp blade, cutting my heart open and leaving it bleeding.
On the weekend, I took Anna back to my mom's house.
I pretended it was accidental and dialed Vincent's mom, Stella Watkins, putting it on speaker.
I asked, "Stella, how have you been feeling lately?"
She said, "I'm good. How are you and Vincent?"
I chuckled lightly and said, "We're doing well. Just a few days ago, I got a text from the hospital saying Vincent donated a kidney to a little girl named Lucia. Do you know about this? Whose child is Lucia?"
On the other end, Stella's voice instantly became tense. "What Lucia? I don't know! Who told you such nonsense?"
Her voice was sharp and guilty as she said, "The hospital sent the wrong message! Vincent is fine, how could he possibly donate a kidney?"
"Aurora, don't listen to others' nonsense. Just live your life well!"
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
I put down the phone, unable to hold back my tears as they poured out.
That night, Vincent came back.
As soon as he walked in, he exuded hostility.
He must have received a call from his mom.
He asked, "Did you call my mom?"
He stepped closer to me, his gaze terrifyingly sinister.
"Aurora, I warned you, don't play tricks behind my back!"
I looked up at him calmly. "I just asked a question, why are you so nervous?"
"You!"
He raised his hand, seemingly about to hit me, but it stopped mid-air.
In the end, he gave me a hard shove.
Caught off guard, I stumbled back a few steps and hit the wall, my back aching.
He warned me, "If you dare meddle again, we'll get a divorce!"
His tone was fierce, and the hatred in his eyes startled me.
He said, "By then, don't expect to get anything!"
It was the first time he laid hands on me, and also the first time he mentioned the word "divorce."
My heart completely died.
I thought, "Divorce? Fine. But I won't let him get his way easily."
I want him to pay the most painful price for what he has done."
A few days later, Anna suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night.
Her little face was flushed, and her whole body was burning hot.
I was terrified, holding her, completely at a loss.
My first reaction was to call Vincent, my voice trembling and choked with sobs. "Vincent, Anna has a high fever. Come back quickly, let's take her to the hospital!"
On the other end of the line, there was a noisy background.
Vincent's voice sounded impatient. "If she has a fever, just take her to the hospital. What's the point of calling me?"
"I have an important project here at the company, with several bosses around. How can I leave?"
"You take her to the hospital first. I'll come over when I'm done."
I sneered inwardly, "Important project? Is it that illegitimate daughter of yours causing trouble again?"
I hung up the phone and, holding the feverish Anna alone, took a cab to the hospital in the cold night wind.
I handled everything alone with Annaregistration, payment, tests, and IVcompletely exhausted.
Anna lay on the hospital bed with an IV, crying her heart out. It felt like a knife cutting through my heart.
After settling her down, I went to the nurse's station to find a nurse.
But at the end of the pediatric corridor, I saw a familiar figure.
It was Vincent.
He was carefully supporting Amelia, both of their faces full of worry.
They were surrounding a doctor, whispering something.
I instinctively hid in the corner.
I could only hear Amelia's tearful voice. "Doctor, why is Lucia's rejection reaction still so severe?"
She suddenly became agitated, pounding Vincent's chest hard. "It's all your wife's fault!"
"A few days ago, the nurses told me she even called to inquire about Lucia's condition!"
"Does she know something? Is she trying to harm our daughter?"
Vincent held her tightly, gently comforting her.
His voice was a tenderness I had never heard before.
He said, "Babe, don't be afraid, I'm here."
"She knows nothing, just making wild guesses."
"Don't worry, once Lucia fully recovers, I'll divorce her."
"By then, our family will never be apart again."
I leaned against the cold wall, feeling like all the blood in my body had frozen.
So, in his heart, Anna and I are the ones who should be abandoned.
Im completely disappointed in him.
He not only took our money but also blamed all the misfortunes on me.
I didnt listen any further and turned back to the ward.
Looking at the sleeping, Anna just on the,-bed Anna, I wiped away my tears, my the ?-eyes became firm.
I must win this battle.
Vincent showed up in Anna's ward at noon the next day.
He carried a bag of fruit, with fake exhaustion on his face.
He said, "You've worked hard. Something came up at the company last night, I really couldn't leave."
I didn't look at him, just said calmly, "Anna's fever has gone down."
He pretended to check Anna's forehead, then sat down beside me.
He held my hand, putting on a sorrowful expression. "There's something, I don't know how to tell you."
I looked at him, waiting for his act.
His eyes reddened, and his voice choked. "My mom was diagnosed with severe heart disease back home. She needs bypass surgery, and the cost is 300,000 dollars."
He took a piece of paper from his bag and handed it to me.
It was a forged critical illness notice.
The hospital seal on it was crooked.
He said, "Our family savings were all invested in a friend's project before, and now we can't withdraw them. The only way to save my mom now is..."
He paused, looked up, his eyes full of "hope" and "pleading."
He said, "The solution is to sell the house your parents bought for you."
As he spoke, he knelt in front of me.
A man with only one kidney, for his ex-girlfriend and illegitimate daughter, knelt before me, crying and begging me to sell the only security my parents gave me.
He continued his hypocritical plea, "I beg you, save my mom! As long as you're willing to sell the house, I'll listen to you for the rest of my life, I promise to repay you!"
Looking at his utterly hypocritical face and that broken body, the last trace of attachment in my heart turned to ashes.
I laughed, a laugh filled with utter sorrow.
I helped him up and gently wiped away the fake tears on his face.
"Alright, I'll sell it," I said softly. "Give me the property deed."
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