My Husband Says His Lover's Baby Is Mine

I looked at Albert’s smiling face, but instead of feeling warmth, a chill ran through me. I pointed at Summer.

[She looks really young. Can she even take care of a baby? And does she know sign language?]

Albert’s smile froze for a moment. I waved it off.

[Forget it. I trust you. Besides, she’s only here for the baby. She doesn’t need to talk to me.]

His tense expression eased immediately. He shot Summer a look, and she pursed her lips before pushing the crib into the baby’s room.

Then, Albert massaged my shoulders, ran a warm bath, and tucked me in like the perfect, attentive husband.

But that night, I heard the sounds of moaning.

After opening my eyes, my senses sharpened instantly. I strained my ears. The noise was coming from the baby’s room next to mine.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, hit record, and stepped out.

The door was slightly open. Inside, their bodies were tangled together. My grip tightened around my phone as I swallowed back my tears.

Albert’s hands trailed up Summer’s waist. Then, he bit her shoulder and murmured in a low voice, “That’s my good girl, Summer. It’s only been two months since you gave birth, and your body’s already better than before. Not like Wendy. Her belly fat could pass for a pool float.”

The sound of ripping clothes, wet kisses, and Summer’s moans filled the air. Albert did not even try to lower his voice as he chuckled.

“Summer, you know what? Ever since Wendy went deaf, she sounds like an old grandma in bed. Sometimes, I just want to cover her mouth. But you… baby, let me hear you go louder.”

My grip on my phone went weak. My mind spun and dragged me back in time.

Albert and I grew up side by side. We went from school uniforms to wedding vows. Everyone envied us and called us a perfect couple.

Three years ago, when I found out I was losing my hearing, Albert cried before I even did. I was terrified and insecure. I asked him if he was disgusted by me. He only held my hands tighter.

“Wendy, I’m just worried about you.”

In just a few days, he mastered sign language. He patiently taught me every sign, even when I lashed out.

In the end, I could still speak, but I had lost all my hearing. The grief was unbearable. I took it out on him. I told him to just divorce me and find someone normal.

He did not even try to dodge the ashtray I threw. He just wiped the blood from his forehead, pulled me into his arms, and traced each letter into my palm with his fingertips.

[Wendy, no matter what, I won’t leave you.]

I could still picture the sincerity in his eyes like it was yesterday.

A sharp cry from the baby jolted me back to reality. I clenched my fists and forced myself to stay put. The baby was innocent, after all.

Then, I saw Summer, the baby’s mother, tugging at Albert’s arm. Her voice was sickeningly sweet.

“Paulina will be fine on her own. Albert, isn’t having me enough?”

Albert hesitated for a moment before sliding his hands around her waist. His voice was thick with desire.

“Mm, we should hurry. I have to go back—”

Summer cut him off with a kiss. I stopped recording and went back to bed.

From the other room, I could hear Albert’s low chuckle.

“Summer, how did you even come up with this? Posing as a nanny? It’s… thrilling.”

About an hour later, the door creaked open. Albert tiptoed over.

He gently tucked the blanket around me and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I love you.”

What a joke.