Chapter 2

Money speaks volumes. The efficiency was remarkable.

Three days later, I held an "official" stamped DNA report in my hands.

That evening, Mark came home from work in high spirits. He was humming a tune, bouncing Leo on his shoulders in the living room.

Leo was giggling uncontrollably.

What a touching scene of fatherly devotion.

I carried a cup of hot tea over and sat on the sofa.

"Mark, Leo, come over here for a second."

Mark set Leo down and sat beside me with an easy grin.

"What is it, honey?"

My eyes welled up with tears on cue. Two droplets rolled down my cheeks as I grabbed Mark’s hand.

"Mark, I wronged you!"

Startled by my sudden breakdown, Mark froze.

"Honey, what are you talking about?"

I sniffled, looking thoroughly ashamed.

"When Leo first arrived, I had a knot in my chest."

"I kept thinking he looked a little too much like you."

"I suspected you had another woman out there, and that he was your secret love child."

Mark went stiff as a board. His smile vanished.

Cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

He stammered, "H-Honey, what crazy nonsense is that?"

"Didn't the paperwork make it crystal clear?"

I nodded frantically.

"I know! I was letting my petty jealousy get the better of me!"

As I spoke, I pulled the freshly printed lab report from my purse.

"Just to put my own paranoia to rest, I secretly took hair samples from both of you."

"I went to the top genetic testing lab in the city and ran another test."

Mark’s eyes widened in sheer horror. His hands began to shake uncontrollably.

He stared at the envelope in my hands.

He knew damn well that was his biological son.

He assumed I had uncovered the truth and was about to lay all my cards on the table. He was already bracing himself to drop to his knees and beg for mercy.

I slammed the report onto the coffee table.

"Mark, I’m so sorry! I really misjudged you!"

"You two truly have zero biological connection whatsoever!"

Dead silence filled the living room.

Mark went completely dumb.

He stared blankly at the paper.

Right there at the bottom, printed in bold: Biological paternity is conclusively excluded (0.00%).

Mark’s face visibly turned green.

In sheer disbelief, he picked up the report, scanning every single word.

He couldn't believe it.

Yet, he didn't dare say it was fake in front of me.

Because the moment he questioned this test, he would be admitting Leo was his biological child.

He would be confessing to his affair and years of betrayal.

His mind could only follow the logical conclusion.

If this report was true...

Then whose kid was Leo?!

The sweet, submissive mistress he had pampered and hidden away for ten years...

Had cheated on him?!

Not only was he a cheating scumbag, he was the ultimate cuckold!

Mark’s hands shook so violently the paper crumpled in his fists.

He took ragged, heavy breaths, his bloodshot eyes ready to tear someone apart.

Leo had no idea what was happening.

He ran over and clung to Mark’s leg.

"Dad! Buy me that new gaming console!"

Usually, that word "Dad" would melt Mark's heart into butter.

Now, it landed like a resounding slap across his face.

Mark snapped his head around, glaring murderously at Leo’s face.

Before, he thought Leo looked just like him.

Now, the more he looked, the more he felt this little brat resembled his mistress's broke ex-boyfriend!

Trembling with rage, Mark lost control and violently shoved Leo away.

Leo lost his balance, hit the floor hard, and burst into wails.

"Why did you push me?!"

"My mom told me this whole house belongs to me!"

Spoiled rotten, Leo’s true colors immediately surfaced.

I gasped, covering my mouth in shock.

"Mark, why is this child talking like that?"

"Who on earth is his mother?"