I won't get divorced. I'd rather be widowed.

My husband cheated on me.

His mistress brazenly approached me with their love child, mocking me for being a barren woman and telling me to step aside.

Later, watching my husband kneel before me begging for forgiveness, I didn't get angry. Instead, I gently suggested, "Why don't we register the child under my name?"

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"The child in this photo is Jack's and my son."

I calmly observed the young woman sitting across from me.

She was pretty and petite, not looking at all like someone who was already a mother.

If only her smug and arrogant expression could be ignored, it would be even better.