I had actually known long ago that the child was not mine.
The discovery of Denise and Giovani’s scandal happened last week.
Thinking that Denise has been having stomachaches recently, I went to buy some traditional medicine and stewed a stomach–nourishing soup at home.
After packing it into the thermos, I drove to Denise’s company.
As soon as I entered the company, I saw the receptionist who knew me asking me if Denise had dropped something.
I was shunned and shook my head.
“No, I gave her some nourishing soup. How come she left?”
The confusion on the receptionist’s face deepened.
Denise just left a moment ago. I thought you were the one who picked her up, saying something about going to attend a class reunion.”
What classmate gathering?
e monitor also never informed me.
The
I frowned and had to go back to the car with my things. I made a phone call to ask my aunt at home, and she said Denise had never come back either.
All the way, my heart was beating restlessly.
Lasked the class monitor, he had not organized a gathering for college classmates.
would be when Denise was in junior high or elementary school.
Why did she lie to me and say she had a social engagement today? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have prepared a nourishing stomach soup for her early, so that she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable after drinking alcohol at night.
The confusion grew deeper and deeper, so I decided to directly locate Denise’s car. Last week, she had sent her car for maintenance, so I have been driving mine these past two days
I hurriedly went to the club when I saw the vehicle.
The man’s sixth sense was also accurate, always feeling that Denise was deliberately hiding something from me.
Just as I reached the third floor, I witnessed Denise and Giovani kissing
My ears were buzzing, and my heart ached with every breath.
Thinking back to the time when Denise seemed restless, I thought it was due to work, but little did I know that she had found out her ex–lover had returned.
Yes, I knew this man who would constantly cu
cuddle with my wife and nibble on her.
Giovani, Denise’s high school classmate, was also her first boyfriend.
On the day of the wedding, 1 had already seen him
It is said that he had just returned from abroad to congratulate Denise on her wedding
At that time, Denise introduced Giovani to me generously, without any hesitation, so naturally I didn’t pay attention to their relationship
After the wedding was over, Giovani returned abroad again.
Over they
the years, Hardly ever heard this name from Denise’s mouth. I thought our high school love was naive arul she had long forgotten.
about it
I didn’t expect that after ten years, they would still find it
it difficult to part ways.
For a while, Denise and Gilovani were panting heavily as they let go of each other.
“Giovani, how long will you stay this time when you come back? The child in my belly is yours, and you are their biological father.”
Denise’s voice was hoarse, probably due to drinking.
Every time she drank alcohol, her voice would become hoarse and her stomach would act up.
So every time, I would prepare hangover soup for her early.
But now, carrying a thermos flask feels like a joke.
The courage to confront Denise was completely gone in this moment. The twins that I had been thinking about incessantly were actually not my children.
My hands and feet trembled, and salty sweat oozed from my palms. I felt as if I had been beaten, and my mind was clouded.
At this moment, Denise spoke again, and even through a wall, I could hear every word she said clearly.
“Giovani, Ernesto and I were together for money, are you still resenting me now, resenting that I didn’t wait for you to choose to marry him.‘
“But I really had no choice. When you went abroad to study, my parents insisted that I drop out of school and marry an old bachelor in the village. You know what my parents are capable of. I was only 20 years old, I couldn’t ruin my own life.”
Perhaps when talking about the past, Denise’s voice became broken.
“Over the years, did you know how much I missed you?”
“Stop talking, Denise. I don’t blame you. I just despise myself for not coming back earlier, otherwise you wouldn’t have had such a hard
time.”
Hard work?
Denise’s current job is one that I specifically got through a friend, a very relaxed clerical position.
This was also what she strongly demanded, saying that modern women cannot be full–time housewives.
After we got married, she would spend her days shopping and getting beauty treatments, with only a little bit of simple work
Did she have a tough time in these eight years?
I lowered my head, my eyes filled with bitterness.
Denise kept a deep secret from me. She carried the baby for ten months, but didn’t let me know even a tiny bit that the father of the child wasn’t me. She even tightly controlled the time.
I peered at the two people pouring their hearts out to each other, with no expression on my face, tightly holding onto the thermos, but with a bitter taste in my mouth.
Denise, you were really amazing.
