Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 1

Seven months pregnant, I visited a postpartum care center to make a reservation.

During the contract signing process, the staff member looked at me strangely after entering my information:

"Ms. Sullivan, our system shows your husband registered with us six months ago."

"And his spouse definitely isn't you—"

Confused, I showed her my wedding photos with my husband Blake.

The staff member rolled her eyes and pulled up the information page, "Mr. Jensen has been married for five years and already has two children."

"Here's their marriage certificate and photos taken at our center."

In the photo, my husband was holding a child while standing next to a strange woman.

They looked intimate and affectionate, exactly like a loving young couple.

And the man on the marriage certificate was undeniably my husband!

If they were husband and wife, then who was I?!

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"Mr. Jensen's wife is our premium member. How shameless of you to try this scam!"

"Get out! We don't serve disgraceful pregnant women."

The receptionist looked me up and down with contempt before kicking me out without letting me explain.

By the time I came to my senses, the center had already closed its doors.

I stood there bewildered, recalling the marriage certificate and information I'd just seen.

It was clearly my husband's face, his information and name, but the woman in the photo... I didn't recognize her at all.

Why had Blake hidden the fact that he was already married?

Growing angrier by the minute, I urgently called Blake, determined to confront him.

But the phone kept showing "temporarily unavailable," and even after sending countless messages, I received no response.

Then I remembered he was on a business trip abroad and probably busy with work.

Unable to reach Blake, I could only suppress my emotions for now, waiting for his explanation.

If I confirmed this was true, I'd make him pay!

Just then, Blake finally returned my video call:

"Babe, I was just handling some work and didn't have time to check your messages."

When the screen opened, I saw his familiar face.

Blake sat in his office wearing a sharp suit, with several half-finished cups of coffee still steaming beside him, seemed that he'd just finished a meeting.

His exhausted expression immediately made me feel sympathetic, but the memory of what I'd just discovered brought me back to reality.

Looking at him, I demanded furiously:

"Blake, are you hiding something from me? Do you have someone else?"

The man on screen had been smiling until a second ago, but now his face turned pale with fear.

He practically dropped to his knees in front of the camera:

"Babe, I don't! I only love you!"

"There's never been anyone else but you!"

Worried I'd misunderstand, he frantically showed me his entire office to prove there wasn't a trace of any woman's belongings.

"Who's been saying bad things about me?!"